“Shhh, I just want to savor you. You are so, so beautiful. So sexy.”

Bette brought one hand to Tina’s head, pushing a loose strand behind her ear, letting her fingers tangle in the blonde tresses. Tina was still focused on caressing Bette’s body.

Bette reached her other hand to Tina’s chin, tilting her lovely face up so she could look into Tina’s eyes.

Tina’s hands moved down Bette’s back, tracing over her thighs so that her thumbs met just over the center seam of Bette’s pants.

“Hi,” Bette moaned.

“Hello,” Tina murmured.

Bette leaned over, her mouth skimming over Tina’s. Their mouths open, toying with each other, top lip to bottom lip, bottom lip to top, top lip to chin, another brush of their lips. The anticipation of kissing again causing each woman to grab the other a little tighter, like they were holding on to reality for dear life. Tina’s tongue slipped out, a gentle flick between Bette’s lips, a come hither for Bette as she placed a deep, passionate kiss on Tina’s mouth.

Tina put her hands between Bette’s legs, resting them on the edge of the pool to hoist herself up as she inhaled Bette. Bette felt a sudden surge of wetness in her pants as she took in Tina’s newly muscular arms holding herself up out of the pool, to kiss her passionately, her bare breasts pressed against her, not once breaking her momentum on Bette’s mouth.

“T…I…god, I want you.”

Tina pulled away with a quick kiss to Bette’s lips and dropped back into the pool.
She pulled Bette’s pants off and guided Bette down into the water. Bette lifted her shirt over her head giving Tina full access to her breasts.

Tina put her mouth on one nipple, and fondled the other, stroking it between her fingers. Bette rolled her head, placing her hands on Tina’s shoulders, her fingers roaming along the sexy triceps. She fondled Tina’s breasts before allowing her hands to roam down her sides and untie the strings at her hips.

Tina licked up Bette’s neck, a trail from clavicle to ear before she huskily whispered, “I just want to fuck you.”

They started kissing frantically again, tongues clashing, hands combing through brown locks. Bette pulled Tina tighter against her. “You feel so good, T.”