Baby?


Hmmm?


My turn.


Standing there, with Tinas wetness still slick in her mouth, Bette swallowed hard at the tone driving Tinas words. She knew that tone, felt it course like fire through her blood and settle squarely between her legs. Bette felt Tina begin to kiss along her jaw, bringing those lips closer to initiating a kiss she so desperately needed. Pulling herself closer to her wifes warm body, Bette centered herself in the stillness of the simple embrace, knowing that once Tinas lips touched hers, there would be no stopping until her desire shook them both.


Tasting herself as her lips trailed closer to Bettes lush mouth, Tina tightened her hold on Bettes hair, not caring if her passion bled over into pain. The candlelight, which had earlier served as a warm blanket, covering them in a feeling of intimacy, had shifted to Tina. No longer did she see the gentle dips and sways of the flames as they flirted with the melting wax. What she saw now was fire. The heat and the flickering light were wreaking havoc with her nerve endings, which were humming like a live wire. The feel of her wife pressed against her skin, pushing her against the low wall, was driving her crazy. Tina could feel Bettes curls where they brushed up against her lower belly, the telltale wetness distracting her from the delicious feel of Bettes ***** resting heavy against her own. Tipping her head back slightly, Tina slid her hands along the back of Bettes neck, holding her steady as she teased her tongue along her wifes bottom lip, exhaling sharply at the taste of her own wetness. Despite everything in her body calling out for her to finally kiss Bette, Tina forced herself to slow down. She had been waiting all day for Bette and the least Bette could do was wait for her now.


Dropping her hands to the wall behind them, Tina pushed against Bette, flicking just the tip of her tongue slowly against her wifes pursed lips. Shuffling Bette away from the wall just a bit more, Tina reached her hands back and took ownership of Bettes fingers, guiding them between their bodies until they were both cupping Bettes *****. Tina used her thumbs to move Bettes fingers over her hard nipples and across the soft swell of her *****, using her own fingertips to press more firmly against the pliant flesh. Watching as Bette looked down at their hands, Tina stepped closer to her wife, ducking her head and capturing Bettes mouth in a deep kiss, tilting her head and pressing deep with her tongue. Leaving her wifes hands trapped between them, Tina continued to stroke her tongue against Bettes, humming into the kiss as she cupped both hands against Bettes jaw and pulled their mouths closer together. Tina felt her ***** tighten as Bettes fingers began to move again, cupping her own ***** and brushing the backs of her knuckles against Tinas nipples. Unable to continue the kiss, Tina pulled back, lips wet and open, panting as she met her wifes dark gaze. With her breath catching as Bette continued touching her *****, Tina decided that the wait was over.


Bette Tina whispered, the longing in her voice betraying the soft tone.


Placing a soft kiss against Bettes bottom lip, Tina stepped around her wife, trailing her hands along her waist before coming to rest upon the caramel skin of Bettes hips. Gripping tightly, Tina pulled Bette back against her, exhaling loudly as the soft skin of Bettes ***** came into contact with her *****. Tina placed her lips against Bettes ear, catching a glimpse of hard nipples peeking out from between Bettes fingers. Sliding her hands to capture Bettes again, Tina entwined their fingers, walking them forward until she was close enough to place Bettes hands against the top of the low wall.


Are you ready for me, baby? Tina asked, letting her warm lips caress the skin they rested against.


Taking Bettes deep groan as her answer, Tina dropped her hands once again to her wifes hips, pulling back slowly until Bette was bent over slightly, the beautiful expanse of her back laid out before her. Keeping her hips pressed tight to the back of Bettes thighs, Tina ran her fingertips in random patterns across her wifes mocha skin, playing lightly over muscles and bone, massaging shoulders and splaying against sensitive ribs. Tina felt her breathing becoming more erratic as the sight of her wife flooded her senses.


The strong fingers spread out against the wall, the tense muscles of her wifes forearms and shoulders flexing as she supported her weight, the arched column of her spine leading to round curves and Tinas own body. The image of her wet curls against Bette, the suggestion of dominance in the press of her thighs against the back of Bettes legs, and the sleek column of the nape of Bettes neck exposed as she dropped her head towards her chest, all served to fill Tina with a sense of power and an even stronger sense of want. She wanted Bette to submit to her, to trust her enough to let Tina reach inside and claim her. Everything that she had done that day up until this point was done out of love for the woman rocking slightly against her. Licking her lips, Tina knew that it was time to show her how much.


It was all Bette could do not to grab Tinas hand and run it between her legs. She was almost delirious with need and could feel her wetness as it coated her lips and the inside of her thighs. Nothing could turn her on quicker than bringing Tina to ***** and coupled with her wifes teasing kisses, Bettes ***** was almost painfully hard, aching for Tinas touch. Closing her eyes, Bette could picture Tina as she leaned against her, the blonde hair wild around her flushed cheeks, those soft lips, which were currently forming wicked promises, wet and swollen, and her eyes, burning in desire. Helpless against her own desire, all Bette could do was rock her hips against her wife, enticing her touch. Bette felt Tina lift her hands off of her back and almost cried out in relief in anticipation of where they may land next. Exhaling loudly as Tina pulled all the way back from her body, Bette stopped moving, nerve endings straining to feel Tinas touch.


After a few moments of listening to Tinas heavy breathing behind her, Bette raised her head back up and turned towards her wife, pleading with her over her shoulder.


T, pleasegod, youre driving me crazy, Bette groaned. What are you doing?


Touching myself.


Bette felt her fingertips tighten against the hard surface of the wall, all the breath driven from her lungs at that admission. Jesuswhy?


Sensing Tinas body as she stepped closer, Bette almost dropped to her knees at her wifes next admission.


Because I want all of meinside of you. Came the throaty response.


Before Bette could even open her mouth to respond, she felt Tinas left hand curl around her hip as her right hand reached between her legs, sliding slowly through her wetness until she pushed two fingers deep inside. Bette felt Tina press into her, holding her fingers still, letting Bettes body open to the intrusion. Straining against the urge to move her hips, Bette whimpered against her shoulder, hearing Tina moaning behind her and knowing that it wasnt going to take much for Tina to make her come.


Unable to take anymore, Bette bent her knees slightly and pushed back with her arms, grunting softly as she felt her wife push deeper inside, tingles of pleasure racing across her lower belly. Continuing to rock slowly against Tinas fingers, Bette inhaled sharply at the first touch of Tinas lips against her shoulder blades. In direct counterpoint to the hard press of Tinas fingers against her soft *****, Tinas soft sucking kisses against her skin caused Bette to arch her back, opening her legs wider and driving Tina deeper.


Barely able to breathe, Bette managed to whisper, You feelso good insideme.


Hearing her wifes labored breathing, Tina knew that Bette was close. She could feel it in the heat of Bettes skin wherever they touched, could feel it in the warm wetness that greeted every thrust of her fingers, could feel it in the tightening of Bettes velvet walls, could feel it in the jerky motions that had replaced the steady rhythm of her wifes hips, and most importantly, she could hear it in the raspy tones of Bettes voice. As Tina continued to angle her fingers higher, continued to run her lips and tongue in reverent swathes across Bettes back, her ears were greeted with beautiful, ***** words that were tumbling helplessly from her wifes mouth. Turning her head and resting her cheek against a sculpted shoulder blade, Tina closed her eyes, listening as Bettes whispered pleas and declarations of love crashed together into deep groans and explosive exhalations.


Trusting that Bette could support her weight as well, Tina planted her feet a little wider, angling her body closer to one side of Bettes hips, letting her chest press tightly against Bettes sweaty back and shoulder. Reaching around her wifes undulating hips, Tina slid her left hand through Bettes damp curls, her two fingers immediately seeking out her hard *****. Struggling to maintain contact as Bettes wetness ran along her fingers, Tina stilled her fingers, letting Bettes hips dictate how she wanted Tina to touch her. As Bette rocked her hips against her fingers, Tina could feel the pull starting deep inside her wifes belly. She could feel Bettes ***** tightening beneath her fingers and knew it was a matter of minutes before Bette came.


Bette, look at me. Tina commanded softly, overwhelmed by the need for Bette to see her as she brought her wife to *****.


Bette was trying very hard to concentrate on doing what Tina had asked of her, but the sensation of Tina stroking her and filling her so completely was too much and her head felt weighted and heavy, her chin resting against her chest. When she heard Tina whisper that same command again, Bette couldnt take it anymore. Pushing off the wall and reaching back, Bette slid Tinas fingers from inside her, groaning at their absence. Turning around abruptly, Bette reached one hand to cup the back of her wifes neck and reached the other to bring Tinas fingers back between her legs. Stepping back until she was pressed up against the low wall, Bette cupped Tinas hand, guiding two fingers deep inside her and held her there, letting their palms push against her *****. Bette spread her thighs a little wider and pulled Tina closer, kissing her with abandon, driving her tongue over and over again into Tinas mouth. Pulling away with their tongues still flicking against each other, Bette finally locked her gaze with Tinas, her body trembling in prolonged anticipation.


All it took was a few thrusts from Tinas fingers, a few passes of the wet flesh of Tinas palm against her ***** and Bette felt her ***** flash deep within her belly, spreading out in pulsing ripples and driving a groan through her constricted chest. Keeping her eyes open, Bette shared her ***** with Tina, the look passing between them releasing fluttering aftershocks that traveled over weakened thighs and settled back to where they were intimately joined.


Tugging gently on the back of Tinas head, Bette brought her to rest in the crook of her sweaty neck, keeping her moist lips pressed against the pulse pounding in her wifes temple. Exhaling softly as Tina slowly removed her fingers and cradled her in a loving embrace, Bette finally took a deep breath, releasing the last vestiges of sweet tension that Tinas seduction had brought. Keeping her hold on her beautiful wife, Bette let her heavy lidded eyes watch the sputtering candlelight over Tinas shoulder, letting the flickering flames relax her.


Thank you, T. Bette mumbled against Tina, punctuating her gratitude with a soft kiss.


Mmmmmmyoure welcome, baby. Tina answered. But dont thank me just yet.


No?


No.


And why is that, may I ask? Bette smiled down, engaging Tina in a brief Eskimo kiss.


Were not done yet. We still have Tina replied, grinning mischievously as the front doorbell rang.


Dinner