Bette dared not move her hands. The night was just beginning, and she didn’t want anything to spoil it.

Barbara kissed Bette sensuously. Her tongue lightly skipped over Bette’s wet lips.

Bette allowed a faint moan to escape her throat. She didn’t want the senator to know yet just how much she was turned on. However, the moment Barbara’s hands made their way between Bette’s legs, the rouse would be over.

Bette felt Barbara’s body weigh down more on her own. Skin to skin. Sweat to sweat.

Barbara’s fingers softly stroked the sides of Bette as she let her body now weigh completely on Bette. The senator moved her lips to Bette’s breasts. She sucked the right nipple into her warm mouth. She withdrew and teasingly blew on the moist nipple. She paid the left nipple the same courtesy.

Bette didn’t know how much more she could take.

“I want to touch you,” she almost pleaded.

“Not yet,” Barbara replied. “There is plenty of time for that later. Right now it’s about my making you come so hard you can’t catch your breath.”

“You’re doing a fucking good job so far,” Bette thought.

As Barbara gently mouth-fucked Bette’s now hardened nipples, her right hand wandered down Bette’s inner thigh and over her soft curls. Barbara began cruelly teasing Bette – coming so close to her most sensitive spot, yet not touching it with enough pressure to send Bette over.

Bette whimpered from the torture.  “Barbara, pleeeaaase.” Bette felt as thought she might lose all conscientiousness if she didn’t get release very soon.

Barbara’s lips curled with a triumphant grin. She had Bette exactly where she wanted her.

“What do you want?” The senator questioned.

“For you to touch me right there.” Bette breathed.

“What do you want??” The senator questioned again with more demand in her voice.

“I want you to fuck me,” Bette said with equal demand.

“What was that?” Barbara dragged on.

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t catch my breath,” Bette answered in triumph. And, she was rewarded as Barbara plunged three hard fingers into Bette’s moisture.

“That’s what I thought,” Barbara said as she created a rhythm with her fingers.

“Oh my fucking God, “Bette whispered as she rode the senator’s fingers. “I am sooooooo close.” It was all Bette could do to keep her hands above her head. She was indeed losing control and her breath wasn’t far behind.

Barbara dipped her head between Bette’s legs and gave her hardened clit the same attention with her tongue.

Bette began to buck her hips wildly as her breaths became shorter and shorter.

“Oh, God! Sweet Jesus!” Bette nearly screamed as a rush of warmth and pleasure rushed over her entire body. She came beautifully for the senator.

Bette looked down at Barbara, her hands still in the requested position.

“You can move your hands now,” the senator stated slyly.

With that release, Bette quickly flipped the senator onto her back and prepared to have her own fun.

(TBC)