This had always been hard for Bette. The raw intimacy of having her lover look her in her eyes while she climaxed was something, in the past, that she had avoided like the plague. She dodged it on both sides, not wanting that level of connection in the women she fucked either. But then Tina had entered her life, her heart, her body. Tina demanded a connection; she craved the intimacy that had been missing from her lovemaking with men. While Bette had been patient and gentle for the physical aspect of their relationship, Tina had the same approach with the real emotional intimacy. One night, after gently trying for several months, she had again asked Bette to look at her as she touched her, her climax close. A slow stroke that was driving Bette to such utter desperation that she had almost begged to be pushed over the edge. She had surprised herself when she had complied to Tina’s whispered demand, and the ensuing orgasm had been so powerful she had cried.

From then on, she was often the one who asked for eye contact at the moment of climax, the moment when either was most vulnerable. And she had carried the vision of Tina in this moment close to her heart, knowing only she saw what was in Tina’s eyes when she came.

Now, she opened her eyes and searched for her wife, even as her hand reached up to hold Tina’s head in place. She felt the slow roll of her release as it moved up her body and her mouth opened in a gasp as she came, Tina’s eyes never leaving her own. “Come for me, Sugar…come again” Tina whispered, her fingers not stopping.

And Bette did.

“I’m coming Baby…Tee… Fuck.” Bette breathed out, her eyes glistening with tears as she let go. Wave after wave slammed into her as her hips jerked and her back arched. Tina kissed her lovingly then held her as she settled. When her breathing had slowed, Tina rotated her hips so that she was once again over Bette’s mouth facing her feet, but this time she could also taste the aftermath of Bette’s orgasm.