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‘. . . drive me crazy . . .’ Bette murmured when she had to break away to breathe. She ran her hand down over Tina’s ass, the back of her thigh, and then up again, taking Tina’s wrist and guiding her hand to lie on the pillow above her head. Tina did the same with the other one. ‘. . . so sexy . . .’ Bette raised her torso and looked down at the shadowy outline of Tina’s breasts, of her own breasts brushing against them.
Tina whispered, ‘I’m so lucky to have you.’
Bette just smiled at her and then kissed her again, this time shifting her weight onto her elbows, cupping Tina’s boobs sideways and licking her nipples just right. Tina bit her lip, mewing with pleasure. Outside the door, Solly wuffed. Bette’s tongue hesitated.
Tina’s tone was not to be trifled with. And yet trifle Bette did.
‘If we’re gonna stop, let’s stop now.’
‘Oh honey, the door’s locked . . .’ Tina moved Bette’s right hand down, between their crotches. ‘Just . . . there, right there . . .’ She pressed Bette’s fingers against her clit. ‘C’mon . . . you know I can be quick . . . remember all those times I came to visit you?’
Bette slid her fingertips down a little, where Tina was slippery. ‘In the gallery?’
‘Mhmm. When James was right outside?’
Tina panted softly. The cue was unmistakeable. Bette knew what she wanted.
‘Well, I do remember that one time when you arrived with your panties already in your pocket . . .’ Tina drew in a soft, hissing breath. Bette’s voice was warm and sexy against her ear as she coated her clit. ‘. . . and I could tell . . . that look on your face, that blush on your neck when you’re already wet . . .’ Tina pressed her head back into the pillow. ‘. . . you shut the door and leaned against it . . . kicked off your shoes and opened another button on your blouse . . . your nipples pressing against the silk . . .’
Bette slipped her long middle finger all the way in. Tina arched spectacularly.