“Jesus Bette” Tina breathed, tilting her head all the way back as her body responded to Bette’s words, her touch. Bette licked the hallow of her throat, a long lick that slowly ended in a kiss on her chin then continued to her lips.

Tina groaned, “I am so in love with you… but I …I meant about switching studios…” she was having a hard time forming words, Bette’s words, her tongue, her hands making her lightheaded with desire. She closed her eyes; her voice was throaty and southern. Such a sexy turn on Bette thought.

“Look at me Tina. Look at me. I want whatever you want, Sweetheart”. Bette replied, her voice deep and emotional. Said with conviction, confidence and unwavering support. And the strength of her words brought Tina such peace, a lump formed in her throat as tears filled her eyes.

Bette looked at Tina, and her ache for her multiplied. A single tear made its solitary way down her cheek. Bette watched it descend and decided to leave it be, it had earned its journey.

Tina leaned in to whisper in Bette’s ear…” make love to me now Sugar… please, I need you to make love to me”. She sucked hard on Bette’s earlobe, making her growl and then moved to kiss her passionately. Tina reached behind Bette to let the plug in the tub release and the water started to drain out.

They kissed again, desperate and noisy. Both moaning and consuming the other. Bette’s hands covered Tina’s breasts, pulling and massaging them. They felt glorious in her hands, the right weight and so soft. Pushing gently, she encouraged Tina to lean back on her hands so that she could finally, dear God finally, do what she had been thinking about all day. She licked in the valley between her wife’s breasts, a long slow lick that made her eyes close as Tina moaned, her head tilting back again. Tina tasted so good and smelled even better. Like a dripping s’more on a cold wintery day. Like the first taste of spring. She retraced her path, faster this time, her tongue wide. God damn, she tasted wonderful.