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When You Least Expect It – Chapter 9
Bette leaned down to kiss the scar and Tina’s heart melted, her hands weaving their way into those brown curls she loved so much. Her heart sped up when Bette’s lips continued their decent, her fingertips tucking into the soft lace of Tina’s panties. Their eyes locked once more as Bette slowly removed the garment, their gaze breaking when the brunette could no longer resist the temptation to look down at the object of her desire.
Tina’s legs instinctively parted, offering Bette the most delicious piece of heaven. It was glistening with arousal, so smooth, so pink and so fucking perfect.
Bette licked her lips subconsciously and placed her hands on her lover’s thighs, parting them further. She inhaled the sweet scent that was Tina, her eyes completely transfixed on her lover’s clit. It was already swollen, just waiting for her mouth.
"Baby" Tina whispered almost painfully as she squirmed under Bette’s gaze, her hips lifting involuntarily toward Bette’s mouth. She clenched the sheets at her sides, "Please"
She was desperate, dripping and Bette could see the wet trail slowly making its way out of the blonde.
Bette laid comfortably between Tina’s legs, spreading her thighs further still. She looked up at the impatient blonde once more as she lowered her head, the smile in her eyes evident. She teasingly flicked her tongue against Tina’s clit, the gasp that had escaped her lover’s mouth encouraged Bette to do it again. And again.
She lost herself in tasting Tina, her eyes closing of their own accord as her tongue explored. Tina’s hands tangled in her curls, the action further spurring her on. She gripped Tina’s thighs and moved her head together with her tongue, round and round, up and down. She greedily lapped up every bit of Tina’s essence, moaning at how good it tasted.
"Oh God, Bette" Tina arched up to feel more of Bette’s skilled tongue, instinctively grinding against the brunette’s mouth. Her fingers tenderly massaged Bette’s scalp, every so often squeezing the curly locks with the sensations Bette was giving her body.


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