When Bette felt all the wetness the blonde was reserving to her she got far more than discomforted. Mainly when her silk creamy lover removed the hand and sat at the end of the bed.

“How can you do that to me, Tina?

“You’re still in treatment, Bette.”

“The best medicine I can have is right-there-with you…” The brunette watched Tina lustfully. “ C´mon…I promise I’ll behave myself… Nothing too hard…”

Tina wanted to smile. It was so easy smile those days. She was happy like never before. She had Madison and Bette under the same roof. Finally her family was complete. The smile could move from her lips.

All these days, while Bette was still recovering from the tragedy and the coma, obliged them to easy the pressure. To Tina, those adolescent manners, those fuck without a zipper means also something else. Each day they made out, she could see how Bette wanted her. How she needed to touch her. How deep she wanted to be with her. How she desire to make love.

Those feelings injected self assurance at the blonde lady what made her daily challenge her own limits. Both were desperate to make love and each day, night and afternoon, they got closer to the limit.

Tina observed Bette from the distance. The frustration written on her face. The need reddish alive on her lips. The lust ruby wined on her eyes. The breathe still wild. The producer could say the mocha was really aroused, the desire was paining her sex.The mocha had an anxious hand trying to held the pain from the savage need.

“But …babe…” Tina moved slowly and placed herself in the middle of Bette’s feet and kissed her toes “I am afraid…”

Bette closed her eyes to the tantalizing experience. Tina went north. She kept kissing the mocha, pulling the fabric of Bette’s yoga pants out of her way.

“I can hurt you…”

While:Tina removed her sport pants and panty.

She watched Bette move her arms and grab the pillow. Her tensed muscles. Eyes still closed.

“Or…you may lose control…”

She removed her t-shirt and kept kissing here and there and everywhere.

The blonde began to pull Bette’s t-shirt out of the brunette’s waist-belly-bellybutton, but she stopped to the view of the beginning of the one scar, still rose, still recent. A new board at the geography of her lover.