“Bette … touch me.”

Swallowing hard, Bette licked just under Tina’s ear, smiling when those hands wrapped around her back. Tina was trying to pull Bette down, between her legs. Her wife’s beautiful body was calling out to her.

“Touch me,” Tina said once more, taking Bette’s hand and guiding it down, to where she’d just pulled her bottoms down.

Bette couldn’t play anymore when she could feel how wet Tina was. It was a beautiful thing – the effect they could have so easily on each other.

“Ahhh yes … touch me like that.”

With another kiss to Tina’s neck, Bette realized that she hadn’t played Tina at all. She simply melted when Tina wanted her, and especially when Tina needed her. Bette was slowly learning the advantages of showing her love just how much she needed her, as vulnerable as that made her feel. It always paid off in full, just as it did with Tina as they moved together.

“Don’t … don’t move,” Tina breathed, kissing down Bette’s neck, too. And then her chest, pulling the strapless bikini top down with little effort.

Bette just remained on all fours over Tina, thrilled with the idea. Was Tina going down on her? She was frozen with that feeling – how badly she wanted it. How much she needed Tina.

“I kept … I was watching you …” Tina whispered, moaning as she got to Bette’s little bikini bottoms. She slowly peeled them down, slipping them off one leg with Bette’s help. “Wanted you …”

And as Tina reached up to close her mouth over Bette, those darker hips lowered down. Seeing Tina’s face between her legs never ceased to deliver tingles all over Bette’s body – realizing that Tina had been watching her on the beach, too. She never wanted that romance to be gone, or those little moments to disappear between them. She didn’t think they would, moaning with complete distraction as Tina’s tongue zeroed in on her clit. It had a way of completely clearing her mind, and pushing her quickly to the edge. Bette fell onto her forearms, “Baby …”

Tina worked harder and faster, remembering back to just that morning, when Bette had surprised her in the morning with a hand already drifting into her panties. Tina moaned at the memory, enthusiastic about their time away from the world.