<!–nextpage–>I baited her with Helena every morning for weeks on end. But I knew a week into the affair that Helena played games even while making love to me and was about the art of sex. Not just a performance, and she was great at that, but of the setting, the dinner, the wine, the dessert, the flowers by the bed, the petals in between the sheets in Sedona. All of it fun, different, and romantic for a while, but never in my mind a challenge to what I had with Bette but I was not going to let her know it.

As I feel Bette’s arms around me, her fingers fitting into me, her drive now to absorb my attention and demand it, the difference in the two possessive lovers is complete to me.

“Nobody makes me feel the way you do, Baby.”

“Jesus Christ! Are you trying to make me angry?” She pleads from behind me.

“Shh, you’re a beautiful lover to me.” Immediate peacock reaction from her touch as I feel her sensual  rhythms change and deepen. But I sense she’s darkly pissed, too. I lean back to touch her face and thread my fingers through her hair and kiss her. I feel her relax but then a feeling of being swept into something begins.

She licks my neck as she comes out of me and then rubs me firmly until I lean back into her arms. I turn to her for her kiss. Her fingers encircling me now. With an urgent edge says, “I talk to your fucking pillow when you’re not here and smell inside your closet to try to feel you again. Do you know how very close to fucking insane I’ve been for months now? Months?”

“Let’s see, you’ve wrecked your car, rented me an apartment, and you confessed to me the other day that you’re drinking way too much and smoking. Oh, you’re probably watching porn again. And from the feeling of your arms, I’d say you’ve upped your boxing time at the gym.”

<!–nextpage–>I rub my hand up Bette’s arm as she pulls me closer to her. I hear her say, “Insane, Tina. I mean it.” She comes back inside me. She fucks me slowly as she holds me tight.

“Did you love her?” She asks me.

“No. Not ever.”

“Help me, please. You hurt me.” Bette says. I feel her controlling my body with her touch deeper and rhythmically in me.

“I meant to. Over and over to push her in your face, Bette.” I pull her hair behind her ear and then release her. She starts to lose it in her eyes.

“Goddammit! Why wouldn’t you just take me back? My life…the hell in my mind.”

“Take me back then.” I lean behind me for her kiss. She’s gone still and angry. ”Bette, come back. How many chances do we get?” This reaches her. ”Make me feel very good with you.”

“Of course, I want you back.” She says as I feel her slip her other arm under me and circle my clitoris. I’m enveloped in our lovemaking as she presses her whole body against me and pushes in deeper over and over for the beats inside me to build.

“I need you right there, Baby.” An ocean of pleasure begins. I sail over it and feel her breath against my neck. Then her aggression comes into me and it opens another place that begins to have its own need. I don’t think anymore. I cry out. There is no other expression I could give that would bring her closer to me.

To Be Continued

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