“What?” Tina laughed out in surprise. “When?”

Bette described Charlotte coming into her office and the conversation that took place. Nervous that Tina would be upset, she rushed to explain, “It was nothing Tee, I promise. She…”

“Shhh. Baby, it’s ok. She clearly has good taste. You are a beautiful sexy woman, and I saw you leave in your suit this morning. I know how my body responded just looking at you walk out the door. Just thinking about you all day has made me long for you…to taste you…to be deep inside you…” and she kissed Bette again, this time for longer.

Deeply, moaning. Their heads moved to get better positioning, their hands doing their own sightseeing on the terrain in front of them. Bette sucked on Tina’s tongue, taking as much of her into her own mouth as she could. It wasn’t enough, it was never enough.

Tina moved even closer to her wife, their legs overlapping and their stomachs pressing together. The kissing was sensual, it was erotic, and it made Tina’s head spin. Bette’s tongue could reduce her to a puddle of wetness, and she was well on her way now. She pulled away far enough to gulp air and to make sure the conversation was over before she was lost to Bette. Lost to the desire pulsating in her veins. “What do you think?” she asked hoarsely.

Bette leaned back a little, her eyes heavy with lust as she tried to adjust to the conversation. Her lips immediately missed the pressure and feel of Tina’s kiss, the warmth of her tongue and the intoxication of her mouth. She lifted an unsteady hand to the glass of wine and took a long sip to gain some time and to help her brain clear.

“What do I think?” She asked slowly… then grinned mischievously, “I think your lips are the softest thing I have ever felt aside from your pussy. I think they taste delicious, both your lips and your pussy. I think your mouth makes my knees weak and I think I want to fuck you; feel you lose control when I take your twitching clit in my mouth and suck on it. That’s what I fucking think…” she replied huskily, moving her hands to Tina’s breasts, her nipples under her palms as she kneaded the soft skin.