I can never get enough of you. Bette’s thoughts rolled with the darkened eyes under her lids.

Watching Bette’s eyes close, Tina focused on the smooth skin in front of her, now kissing just below Bette’s navel, opening the robe more to focus on her hips. Tina grabbed Bette’s waist pulling her closer against her open mouth, dragging her teeth along the luscious skin and biting the sexy hip bone.

Her tongue trailed to the inside of Bette’s thigh before slipping her hand down her backside and behind her knee, lifting Bette’s leg gently to the next step.

“Open up for me, baby.”

Tina’s breath mingled in Bette’s seeping arousal, tickling the brunette to rock her hips.

“Tinaaa…” Bette gasped at the sight of Tina hungrily licking her lips, flushed cheeks smiling between her shaking thighs.

The sound of Bette saying her name made the blonde quiver. It was as if it was released from a special place in Bette’s chest, a vocal chord dedicated just to the formation of Tina’s name. A revelation of beauty masquerading as a breathy exhale of want. It excited Tina who wanted nothing but to please the gorgeous brunette and needed only their shared intimacy that could be experienced with no other love.

Tina devoured the inside of Bette’s thighs as Bette pulled out her bun and splayed her fingers through the back of Tina’s hair.

Bette’s nipples stiffened with Tina’s nudges. The friction against the satin robe caused Bette to moan, eagerly stroking her exposed aureola between her own fingers.

The second Tina’s tongue flicked her clit, Bette’s breathing hitched and her abs contracted. Tina creamed at the reaction, delving deeper between Bette’s legs. She teased Bette’s clit again, this time with a graze of her teeth, her lips gently brushing against Bette’s glistening folds.

Bette removed the glasses from Tina’s head and dug her fingers into the blonde locks below her, pressing Tina’s mouth further onto her dripping center, the nimble tongue dancing against her swelling clit. Just seeing Tina between her legs made Bette want to come.

And she knew she was going to with a furious swiftness. She had been turned on since Tina showed up to pick up Angie, looking sexy as hell in her gold-rimmed glasses, tight black pants, and her chambray button down buttoned just low enough to flirt with Bette’s line of sight.