Wondrous.

Just…wondrous.

And Tina loved it, loved the attention being lavished by Bette’s tongue on her breasts, the rush of wetness against her panties bearing witness to that.

She reached up behind Bette and unfastened her bra before she slid her hands down Bette’s back and on inside her panties to squeeze her beautifully firm ass, sliding them off and so far down her legs before Bette finally kicked them off. Tina’s followed.

Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of having Bette’s naked body – her breasts, her stomach, her thighs – pressed against hers. Her soul against her soul. How she wanted it – for always. She moaned, a wonderfully deep-throated sound and at the same time felt compelled to open her legs a little wider. For her.

Feeling Tina‘s legs looping over her once more, her hips pushing up into her, Bette’s deep want for her blonde lover overflowed, “Tina? Let me show you how it’s meant to be baby. How we are meant to be.” And she lifted herself up and pulled Tina’s hand so she too rose up on the bed.

Bette taking the lead, and Tina eagerly mirroring her movements, they eased themselves up to be seated, moved closer and wrapped their legs around each other, their bodies meeting with such openness, such need.

Bette uttered one word. It not only summed up how they desperately wanted to be in that moment. It summed up how they wished they’d always be.

“Together.“

Their kiss now became so much more impassioned, their tongues saying just as much as if they‘d been using them to talk, and cradling each other with one arm, Bette reached out towards Tina, and Tina reached out to Bette, and with the gentlest movement of their two free hands, they entered each other, blending into a beautiful and perfect whole.

One plus one equals…one.

And then…

Rapture.

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The sated lovers lay together, still entwined, letting the dusk encroach on their contented silence. They paid no heed to the evening-shadows lengthening across the room which was bearing witness to a passion transforming into quiet resignation between the two lovers.

Dragging her fingers dreamily up and down Tina’s arm as she lay draped over her, Bette knew she should say something, needed to say it, before sleep overtook her.

“I love you Tina.”

Silence.

“Tina? Baby?”

Bette pulled her chin into her chest to look down at Tina and brushed Tina’s hair away from her face – she’d gone to sleep.

Bette had finally professed her love and it had gone unheard. She took in a deep breath and sighed as she kissed the top of Tina’s head.

In no time, she too had succumbed to a love-induced slumber.