“Only my body obsesses you?” Bette teased, leaning up on her elbows again to see what Tina would do next, her eyes taking in the sight of Tina, naked, looking at her between her legs. Her own need mounting with each slow second. Bette closed her legs then opened them slowly, grinning at her lover. Teasing her with flashes of pink, glimpses of what waited for her.

“Oh, now I love your big smart brain and you have come a long way in the kitchen, the demise of my favorite spatula and stove notwithstanding… you dress fashionably, and we can share shoes so that’s a plus…” Tina slowly spread Bette’s knees apart as she talked, opening her wide. Wider. “But that… look at that delicious pussy… that is my obsession” … and she grinned saucily at Bette before lowering her mouth to dive in and taste what was laid out in front of her.

This was no gentle probing lick, no tease in her tongue. She went in and she went in as deep as she could.

Bette let out a surprised groan, Tina’s tongue hot and sensual. She felt it all the way through her, the pit of her stomach responding, her head drowning in the feeling, the heat. Her hips immediately rose up to meet Tina’s mouth and they begin to move to the motion of Tina’s tongue.

Tina went down to her knees to enter her further. Her hands reached up to rest on her inner thighs and her thumbs spread Bette’s lips open as her tongue went deeper still. Bette lost control quickly, one hand reaching down to grab the sheets and the other reaching for Tina’s hand, holding it tight.

Tina entered her with two fingers and began a tortuous assault on her clit, moaning loudly. Bette’s hips began a rotation, moving seductively in a slow roll. Tina moaned again, watching her move. She loved when Bette’s hips did a grinding dance against her mouth. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

Sucking hard, she looked up to meet Bette’s eyes and when she knew she was close by the throaty growl and the tight grip on her hand, she replaced her lips with her thumb and moved up to kiss Bette passionately. Still holding Bette’s hand, she brought her arm up over her head and whispered, “look at me Bette, let me watch you as I make you come”.