"Tell me what you’re thinking about," Bette started with a smile, "Right now … and I’ll know if you’re lying."

Tina chuckled playfully until she felt Bette bite her shoulder gently, which made her gasp. As Bette smiled and continued licking and kissing Tina’s shoulder, the blond relaxed.

"I was … thinking about that time …" Tina started, grinding against Bette’s twisting fingers. "… Oh god … when you tied me up and blindfolded me … and started calling me-uhhh!"

Bette smirked at the memory, slowing her pace even further while she watched Tina take her fingers. "Describe it to me baby … I know you like it rough."

"Oh fuck … the way you ravished me …" Tina breathed, turning her head with Bette’s teasing tongue, "You totally dominated me. Uhhh baby … the things you said to me …"

"Did you like the names I called you?" Bette teased, "Did the dirty words get you off?"

"No," Tina whimpered, embarrassed already at her admission.

"You didn’t like being called a slut?" Bette taunted, adding another finger still, "When I told you how easy you are for me, baby? … You get so ready for me."

"Yeah," Tina moaned, grinding against Bette’s rhythm. It felt so good she could barely think.

"Fuck my fingers," Bette moaned, flipping Tina onto her back. She loved the way Tina moved under her when she was really desperate for a rougher experience. As Tina’s hips moved, Bette moved her hand to meet her lover’s thrusts, feeling Tina’s short nails digging into her back. It felt sensationally animalistic.

"Fuck!" Tina screamed, wildly lifting her hips to feel the full effect of Bette’s strong arm and fingers. She could never get close enough to the brunette.

"Lay down," Bette smirked, watching Tina fight with herself to obey her. As soon as she did, Bette ran her free hand up Tina’s shirt and started to knead her breasts. She smiled, curling her fingers up harder, and moving her fingers completely in and out. That alone felt orgasmic, never mind that with her eyes closed, she hadn’t seen Bette’s tongue coming. It thumped onto her clit, making her moan even harder. Something was building, and she just let herself relax. Bette always took her body to intense heights – she didn’t dare question it.