If the sight wasn’t already a blood boiling invitation, the scent definitely dazzled her. Bette hurriedly obeyed her lover’s unannounced request, burying her tongue back to work. She reached all the way in, then curling and nudging in every direction, then pulling out to tease the sensitive clit for a second.

It brought different kinds of sensations for the quivering mess Tina had become. She thrashed around, even under the restriction of Bette’s hold, and she hummed, heaved, whimpered, begged for release. And when it built up deep in her stomach, she was almost scared to let it explode, because it would have been a force as sweet as it was torturous.

Finally, Bette added her fingers, and concentrated her tongue to the single task, whipping at full speed on the reddened knob. Before she could throw in a dozen more thrusts, Tina was coming with her thighs twitching, and pressing beside Bette’s ears.

“Ahhh…” The blonde exhaled long until all the air in her lungs were evacuated. She jerked and jumped in accord with Bette’s lingering touches. She couldn’t tell if the hot mess in between her legs was her own rivulet or the brunette’s insatiable mouth, either way, it felt nice, soft, and warm to help her ease off that previous high.

Bette didn’t waste a single drop, she flatted her tongue and glided up and down, gathering the mellow juice. And she held the taste there, as she rested with her head on Tina’s thigh, stroking the creamy stomach, watching every rise and fall of the slender torso. Time was forgotten, when she submerged into this blissful moment.

“Baby…?” Hesitantly, the blonde asked, and threaded her hand in the curly waves, gently motioning the woman to return and kiss her.

With her entire body humming in response to her lover’s, Bette climbed up the length, and lapsed her body on top of Tina. They shared a slow, sensual kiss, lips sliding, and tongues swirling. And before they surrendered to the ascending heated desire again, Bette broke from the entwinement. “I can’t lose you,” she breathed into Tina’s ear, “to anyone or anything.” The nearly undetectably shake in her voice was betraying. “Promise me.”

Promise of what, Bette didn’t say, but Tina understood, loud and clear. “I promise.”

And then, Bette felt like she could breathe again, like she had grasped onto a steady branch before falling and drowning.

With one last peck on the mouth, the blonde shifted themselves slightly and leaned against the headboard, cuddling the brunette. It was a precious exchange, that Bette gave herself into the hold, at the same time let down her unbreakable exterior. She stretched her arm to retrieve the laptop they abandoned on the nightstand. “So, did you find a nice house to your liking?”

The woman shrugged, and pulled up several tabs of real estate pages. She had been screening for good bargains, and narrowed her first round of research to a handful.

“Hmm, these are all very nice. Good job, babe.” Tina rewarded her lover with a hand rubbing on the stomach.

It made Bette purr and wriggle like a giant cat.

“I think, it might be a great idea to become neighbors with Dana after all.” Tina scrolled down the pages, admiring exotic flowers and palm trees in the photos. She had grown a little tired of Chicago winters, and moving to such a city with all the bright sunshine and sandy beaches seemed more than appealing. But it didn’t matter in the end, they could live in a town house, or they could live in an attic, she already found her home. A wishful sigh carried her smile, “I can get used to this.”

“Yeah?” Bette’s eyes sparkled, her hand lacing with Tina’s pale one on the keyboard. “Me too.”