Bette swallowed hard as her breasts were exposed to the dangerous woman on top of her. She could see the danger in her eyes, and yet it was only cause for greater excitement. “No …”

Helena tugged the lacy black panties down Bette’s so quickly it burned, but Bette could only laugh at the sensation.

“Tickles, does it?” Helena grinned, pushing Bette’s legs apart to dive in between them.

“Y-es!” Bette whimpered, raking Helena’s hair away with both hands – holding it aside to watch the woman eat her out. It was so messy and satisfying, Bette arched and moaned again – a mess herself.

“Fuck … fuck …” Bette swore deliriously, as she was licked, sucked, and bitten. She had never been had as unforgivably hard.

Before Bette could think about the shift in weight, Helena was pulling her to the edge of the bed. Although it took a few good tugs, Bette was surprised with the power behind it, expecting Helena’s tongue to finish the job.

“Tell me how you want it,” Helena whispered, keeping Bette bent over her bed with fingers tracing hotly up between her legs.

“H … Hard …”

“You want me to fuck you?” Helena moaned, biting her lip as she pushed Bette’s shoulders down on the bed to keep them there.

“Fuck me,” Bette whispered quietly, shy about her own desires for what that would mean.

Fingers entered her so deliciously, Bette cried out with satisfaction. She had wanted to know that feeling since leaving the restaurant. It felt as though she’d waited an eternity, and yet it had only been an hour since they’d been sitting across from one another at the restaurant.

With Helena’s other hand drifting over Bette’s hip, there was quickly a finger racing over Bette’s clit, bringing her close.

“Fuck …”

“Faster?” Helena teased, pushing her other arm at twice its speed to watch Bette unravel in her hands – cumming on her. She had never imagined the moment would be so exquisite. In that moment, Helena could imagine the power couple they would make. She watched Bette bent over her bed, crumbling in her hands, and she grinned.

“Oh … fuck …” Bette slurred, barely holding herself up when she was surprised with a tongue between her legs again – shocked at the position. The gasp was strangled at the back of her throat as she clung to the sheets just to keep herself steady. If she moved with too much exaggeration, Helena’s tongue would be somewhere she had not imagined it would go.

“I’ve … got to see you … again,” Helena rasped as she stood again and looked down at Bette who – with great strength and determination – pulled herself back up onto the bed.

“I think … we’ve seen enough of each other,” Bette teased, watching Helena smirk at the insinuation. “I know what you wanted.”

“Have you never tried anal before?” Helena asked, as if rightly curious.

“This is our first date!” Bette scoffed with a glow on her face and an infectious smile at the humor of the situation. She laid flat on her back, catching her breath. “You … definitely have an … interesting appetite, I’ll say that.”

“And you have a nice touch,” Helena complimented in return, trying not to boost Bette’s ego too efficiently. At their heart, relationships were always a game for Helena.

Climbing onto the bed next to Bette, they laid parallel to the pillows, and caught their breaths.

“Well … you … have a lovely home,” Bette said at last.

“Screw the small chat,” Helena grinned, smoothing her hand down Bette’s leg only to have it slapped away.

“Nice try. But I need to recover after that … don’t you?”

Helena took a moment to gather the words, seeing as she was exhausted. When any woman secure in her sexuality would relent and relax with her partner, Helena always felt the need to over-compensate and keep the challenge running. So with a half-smirk, and in place of honesty, she caught Bette’s eye and taunted the very suggestion.

“Hunny, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried.”