This story has been set to a rating of NC-17. Age verification is required to proceed.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Sunday Morning in Bed – Tina’s Master Suite
Bette woke first the next morning.
The first thing she realized was that she and her bedmate were both warm and naked under the covers. Wrapped in a sweet warm cocoon of love.
The brunette stretched slightly and found her body sore in places it hadn’t been in years.
But this was a good sore she decided. A kind of delightful sore she could handle any day as long as Tina was the one causing the sensation. Great sex would do that to you. She smiled to herself and sighed contentedly. Bette welcomed the feeling as long as the beautiful blonde in bed with her now would stay for the rest of her life. From this day forward, she would cherish every morning with Tina.
They had made love several times the night before. Driving each other to abandon and beyond. Connecting in ways that they hadn’t done in years. Maybe even a year before their divorce. Their hands never leaving the other’s body. Kissing and touching and treasuring each other. Talking softly and whispering to each other for hours. Breathing each other in. Dozing off together in each other’s arms. Then gently nudging the other to come back together with soft kisses for another round of exquisite tenderness and declarations of love.
They both knew in their hearts it was one of the best nights of their lives.
A night to remember for the rest of their lives.
Now this morning, the golden sun was just starting to crest the horizon. A fireball of color. A promise of a great day. Vivid amber rays peeking through Tina’s thick open drapes on the bedroom windows.
Bette glanced at the blonde still peacefully sleeping beside her, spooned into Bette’s body and circling arms. The gentle rise and fall from Tina’s breathing. Bette still not believing what had transpired between them last night. Their date, their honest conversations, the romance, their gifts to each other, their love making, their tender words to each other. She shot a quick glance up to the ceiling and said a silent prayer of thanks to whoever might be listening up above.