This was a position Bette had never used with the one-night stands, the short-term relationships, the women she knew would never last. It was extremely intimate, for starters, and secondly… it required a level of trust, of openness that she was not comfortable with. Again, Tina had changed that. Bette knew that the relationship between them would be different than any other woman she had been with, but she had not expected the complete acceptance she found in Tina’s presence, in her arms.

Once Tina made the decision to date her, openly and unapologetically date her… she experienced the unconditional love that Tina offered. That transpired to the bedroom where Bette slowly opened to more and more true intimacy. The separation and reconciliation had propelled her even farther towards a new completely open partnership.

Now though, all thoughts of the past flew from her mind as she watched Tina lower herself. She moved her hands up to guide her, then pushed back a little to stop her movement when she was where she wanted her. She blew softly on the wetness glistening on her lips and Tina groaned loudly. She was soaking already, the long foreplay in the tub and making Bette come had almost driven her over the edge. She was wet with need. Swollen. Bette used her thumbs to open Tina and blew again, watching as Tina writhed above her and moaned from deep in her throat, almost rasping. Her tongue soon followed with a long lick that made Tina arch her back.

“Yes Bette, God yes…”

Bette’s tongue moved slowly, methodically roaming over Tina with a mastery of stroke and depth. She entered and backed away and alternated with her fingers for added sensation. Bette kept Tina on the edge, wanting to hear her beg.

And beg she did.

Tina lifted herself up to her hands, unable to concentrate on anything but how good Bette made her feel. It was incredible. Everything flew out of her mind as her attention was laser focused on the sensations racing through her body.

“Bette… please…” was all she could say as sweat broke out on her forehead, her chest as her body responded to the love Bette gave it. She wanted her to stop the torture and end it, she never wanted her to stop. Her toes curled, her stomach clenched, her head felt weightless as her body tethered on the mastery that was Bette Porter’s tongue.