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In the grand foyer, Bette entered, her silhouette draped in a black pantsuit that embraced her curves with a gentle embrace. A pristine white blouse adorned her frame, her dark curls cascading freely like restless waves upon her shoulders, adding to her natural grace. Her heels resonated on the polished marble floor. There was a lingering aroma of vanilla, a reminder of Tina and Angelica’s freshly baked cookies. Pausing at the threshold, she shed her tailored jacket and slipped off her Jimmy Choos with a sigh of relief.
The house bathed in a soft glow, shadows dancing on the walls, drawn from the gentle hum of the television in the living room. As she moved closer, a pang of guilt touched her heart. Another family movie night missed, lost in the depths of a crucial meeting with the gallery’s staff to discuss the upcoming show. Eagerly, she yearned to shed her professional veneer and embrace the warmth of her loved ones, casting aside the burdens of the day.
As Bette approached the living room, she stood silently by the large door, her heart stirring at the sight before her. Tina lay gracefully on the couch, bathed in the warm glow of “Downtown Abbey” playing on the TV. Her form, peaceful and serene, was a masterpiece painted by the soft, flickering light. She lay on her right side, facing the screen, her right hand a gentle pillow beneath her cheek, her left hand clutching the blanket that embraced her slender frame. Her blonde hair, a halo against the couch, added to her ethereal beauty. Next to her, the table was scattered with popcorn, cookies, and other snacks. Tina’s wine glass was empty, but the bottle still seemed full, suggesting only a small amount had been poured. Bette felt a sense of relief, interpreting it as a sign that perhaps the blonde wasn’t too upset to indulge in the wine.
Bette hesitated, not wanting to disturb the tranquility if Tina was asleep. Yet, the pull of her presence was irresistible. She moved closer, her voice a soft caress, “Hey.” Tina’s head turned slightly, she whispered, “Hello.” Silence lingered between them, heavy with unspoken emotions, until Tina’s voice, laced with frustration, broke it, “You’re late... again.”
Bette crossed the room, her steps measured, settling at Tina’s feet on the couch, her elbows resting on her knees, head bowed between them. “I know, I’m sorry,” she began, her voice a tapestry of genuine remorse. Since their lives had entwined in the embrace of New York and marriage, their days had unraveled into a relentless cadence of demands. Tina was ensnared in the complexities of her producing career, her every waking moment a dance with deadlines, while Bette’s heart was anchored to the new gallery she had launched with Kelly Wentworth.
When Bette unveiled the unsettling truth of Kelly’s unwelcome advances, Tina’s unease was palpable, a rift etched deep by the presence of the brunette’s former best friend turned thorn. Bette, in a bid to mend the breach, negotiated a delicate compromise with Kelly: she would helm the gallery’s creative and administrative helms alone, leaving minor duties to her partner, an arrangement designed to preserve their distance and prevent their worlds from colliding.
This compromise, however, cast a heavier weight upon Bette’s shoulders; nights extending into dawn, urgent meetings punctuating her solitude, and travel that seemed endless. Tina, too, grappled with her own trials; her time consumed by set demands and ceaseless journeys, which wove a complex tapestry of strain into their shared life. Yet, amidst the turmoil, Tina
sought to anchor herself in their family, striving to be present despite the encroaching chaos of her schedule.
Bette, on the other hand, wrestled with the balancing act of her responsibilities, the looming shadow of an upcoming major exhibition pressing heavily on her heart. Both women, caught in the maelstrom of their lives, fought to maintain the delicate threads of their connection, even as the demands of their respective worlds threatened to unravel the fragile equilibrium they cherished.
“The meeting ran longer than expected,” Bette said softly, her voice a thread unraveling in the quiet room. Tina’s frustration deepened, her movements deliberate and slow as she sat up, her legs still on the couch, the blanket cascading from her frame like a waterfall of silken secrets. She wore Bette’s navy blue dress shirt, the two upper buttons undone to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of skin, the sight of which struck Bette like a chord played on the strings of her heart.
Tina’s voice, a haunting blend of longing and reproach, filled the space, echoing against the walls like the whispers of forgotten dreams. “We miss you, Bette,” she confessed, her words trembling in the air. “Do you have any idea how many movie nights you’ve missed in the past months? Angie is growing up so fast, and these are the moments that matter most.” Bette’s eyes, pools of yearning, remained fixed on Tina’s face. Her hand, almost of its own accord, slipped under the blanket to trace soothing patterns along Tina’s leg, each touch a silent apology. The need for physical closeness, for the comfort of touch, was overwhelming, a tidal wave of unspoken emotions crashing between them. “I know... I’ll do better, I promise,” Bette murmured, her voice breaking like fragile glass. Her words were a solemn vow, a pledge sealed in the quiet intimacy of the moment.
“Work has been so demanding, but that’s no excuse. You and Angie are my world, but i can’t just walk away from my responsibilities.” Her voice above a whisper. She remained at Tina’s feet, now shifting and sitting cross legged, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on Tina’s calf.
She looked up, captivated by the way the dress shirt was unbuttoned, teasing her with aglimpse of cleavage. A rosy hue spread across Tina’s chest and cheeks due to her frustration, igniting a longing in Bette that was impossible to quell. She yearned to mend the rift between them, driven not only by regret but by an unwavering devotion that refused Tina nothing. As she admired the blonde in her clothes, a wave of desire surged through her, rekindling a familiar fire. It had been too long since she had seen her wife like this—wearing her clothes, braless and likely wearing nothing but panties beneath the shirt. The thought made the brunette’s mouth water, and she licked her lips, her mind swirling with fantasies of what she wanted to do. Despite the trials they had faced, the brunette’s love for her wife blazed brighter each passing day, a flame that only grew more intense.
Tina scooted closer, her voice a gentle echo of firmness. “Bette, we’re not asking you to abandon your responsibilities. We simply want you to find balance. To make time for us, for your family. To treasure the moments that truly matter.”
Bette reached out, lifting the blanket that draped over Tina’s legs, her dark hand contrasting against Tina’s smooth, alabaster skin. She spoke softly, her words laced with admiration.
“You look breathtaking in my shirt, you always do, but when you wear my clothes… God!”
Tina’s frustration flared, her voice cutting through the air. “Don’t try to change the subject.” Rising from her seat, the hem of Bette’s dress shirt lifted slightly, revealing a tantalizing hint of black lace panties. Bette’s throat went dry at the sight, her desire igniting anew. Tina,
striving to compose herself and control her anger, offered, “Do you want some wine? I’ll get you a glass.”
Before Tina could move, Bette gently grasped her wrist. “I’ll share your glass,” she said with a playful smile, “but only if you join me.”
Tina sat back down, pouring the wine with a sigh. “Bette, we need to do better. This pattern can’t continue.”
Bette placed her feet on the floor, her hands enveloping Tina’s. “I know I’m not perfect, but I promise I’ll work harder to be more present.”
As Tina handed Bette the glass of wine, a mischievous grin spread across Bette’s face. “I think I lost the argument the moment you decided to wear my shirt.”
Tina’s brows furrowed, but a reluctant smile tugged at her lips. “We miss you, Bette” Then, letting out a deep sigh, the blonde emphathized, “I miss you.”
Bette gazed into Tina’s eyes as she sipped her drink, then handed the glass back. “you know, I had to wear it to feel closer to you,” Tina confessed softly.
The admission sent a sharp pang through Bette’s heart.. She thought to herself, I’ve been such a fool, allowing my busyness to distance me from this amazing woman.
Both women remained silent for a few heartbeats. In the stillness of that moment, time seemed to suspend itself, like a poet’s breath before the verse. They shared the deep red wine, each sip and each thought a silent communion. Bette’s hand trembled slightly as she set the glass down on the table, her heart drumming a rhythm of longing. She wrapped her right arm possessively around Tina’s waist, her fingers tracing a path of desire over the smooth fabric of her shirt. With a tender resolve, she slipped her left hand under the cloth, baring a patch of soft, supple skin.
Bette leaned in closer, her lips finding Tina’s bare shoulder with the gentleness of a first kiss, each touch a silent verse of love and apology. Her breath, warm and unsteady, painted shivers on Tina’s skin. Kiss after kiss, on the same spot, Bette whispered between each one, “Sorry,” the word falling like a delicate petal, “I love you,” a vow etched into the silence.
The air grew heavy with unspoken emotion, thick with the weight of their shared history. Tina tilted her head, granting Bette a closer embrace as a gentle breeze wove through the open window, a whisper of nature’s caress. Their proximity felt like a cocoon, a sanctuary from the tumult outside. In a fragile whisper, Tina confessed, “Sometimes, I-I just don’t feel as important anymore.” Her insecurities, long dormant, stirred again, her sense of worth diminished by Bette’s relentless schedule, which seemed to fan those doubts into flames.
Bette, pausing her tender kisses on Tina’s shoulder, felt the weight of Tina’s feelings of insignificance. Resolute to dispel her doubts and affirm that her love, far from waning, had only deepened, Bette gently cradled Tina’s chin, guiding her to meet her gaze.
“You are important,” Bette said softly, sealing her words with a tender kiss upon Tina’s lips. “The most important person in my life,” she continued, then straddled Tina’s lap, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of Tina’s hips. “You’re my wife,” she kissed Tina’s forehead with adoration, “my love,” her lips ignited with passion on Tina’s, “my soul,” she pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, “my fiery desire,” another kiss to the other cheek with yearning, “my life,” she kissed Tina’s chin with devotion, “the light of my eyes,” she honored the corner of her left eyebrow with reverence, “the most precious thing in this world,” she fervently kissed the other eyebrow, and finally, with a soft laugh, emphasized, “the importantest ever.”
Tina’s laughter mingled with Bette’s affectionate declarations, her hands cradling Bette’s face as their lips met in a passionate embrace. The kiss began with a sweet, slow dance, but soon their hunger ignited, turning it into a fervent frenzy. Their tongues clashed in a heated pursuit of each other’s longing. Tina’s fingers wove through Bette’s curls, while her other hand rested tenderly on her cheek, deepening the kiss. Bette’s hands roamed Tina’s arms before gently cupping her breasts through the fabric, each touch eliciting a moan from Tina, awakening all her senses with a symphony of desire.
As their lips met again in a fervent, desperate kiss, Bette and Tina sought to reclaim the time they had lost. Their physical connection, always a cornerstone of their bond. Bette, still straddling Tina, deftly unbuttoned a third button on her shirt, exposing more of her smooth, inviting skin. Her fingers snaked underneath the shirt, eagerly cupping her breasts and kneading them with skillful hands. She expertly toyed with her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, while her mouth embarked on a sensuous journey. She licked a trail from the center of Tina’s chest to her chin, pausing to suck on it before returning to her lips for another electrifying kiss.
Tina’s moans filled the room, a symphony of passion partially muffled by the low hum of the TV left on. In this moment, however, nothing else existed but the intensity of their desire.
Bette’s hand found its way to the blonde’s throat, descending to kiss her neck and earlobe. Tina, lost in the overwhelming sensations, gripped Bette’s curls tightly, silently pleading for more.
Immersed in their world of passion, Tina felt like a lit match under Bette’s touch. She clung to the brunette’s hair as her lips traveled down to her neck. The blonde’s hands roamed over Bette’s back, feeling the heat radiating from her body. Just when Tina thought the intensity couldn’t escalate further, Bette took one of her breasts into her mouth through the fabric of her shirt, alternating between sucking and biting at the nipple while her hand teased the other. Tina’s moans grew louder, the shirt wet where Bette’s mouth had been. Bette’s fingertips, as gentle as a lover’s breath, traced a path down Tina’s body, pausing at her core where they pressed tenderly against the fabric of her panties. she almost came just from how wet her wife was for her. The touch sent ripples of sensation through Tina, who responded with a loud, fervent moan. Bette leaned in, her breath a soft murmur as she placed a hand over the blonde’s mouth to stifle the sounds of her pleasure. “Shhh,” she whispered, her voice a caress, “We Don’t want to wake our daughter and traumatize her, do we?” Tina, her eyes hazy, nodded in agreement. Bette’s skilled fingers continued their delicate dance, igniting a blaze of desire within Tina. Finally, with a sigh that spoke volumes, Tina breathed out a single, whispered command: “Bedroom.”
Bette’s mischievous chuckle filled the air as she pulled herself up from on top of Tina. She reached for Tina’s hand and helped her stand, pulling her into a tight embrace and kissing her passionately once more. “We won’t make it if you keep kissing me like that,” Tina gasped between kisses, to which Bette replied with a raised eyebrow and a teasing smile. “Yeah?”
she asked, her voice low and sultry. Tina simply nodded in response.
Bette kept hold of Tina’s hand as she led her towards the bedroom, the anticipation building with each step. Once there, she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Tina to stand between her legs. “You’re so sexy, baby,” she whispered, running her hand and tracing the contours of her abs. the blonde knelt down between Bette’s legs, gazing up at her with love and adoration in her eyes. the brunette couldn’t resist brushing a strand of blonde hair behind Tina’s ear before tracing her jawline with her thumb. Tina leaned into the touch, never breaking eye contact. Bette traced her thumb along Tina’s lips, making them part slightly. Tina darted out her tongue to lick Bette’s thumb before sucking on it sensually. The sight before Bette was enough to drive her wild - her wife kneeling between her legs in nothing but a shirt and panties, flushed chest and pink hue on her face from arousal.
Feeling emboldened by the intensity between them, Bette replaced her thumb with her middle finger and added ring the one to join in on the action. She tilted her head slightly to see how Tina would react, and was met with a playful smile as Tina eagerly welcomed the digits into her mouth. Bette gently brushed a strand of hair away from Tina’s eyes before cradling her cheek and gazing deeply into her eyes, she couldn’t resist pushing the limits further as she leaned and whispered in Tina’s ear, “You know these are going inside you, princess,” accompanied by a lick to her earlobe and a bite. She knew this spot would drive Tina wild and render her into a wet mess, but she also knew that her wife loved this game. So the blonde added another finger – the index - to the mix, the brunette’s dark eyes widened at the sight of her three fingers disappearing into Tina’s mouth. She let out a loud groan and cradled Tina’s head with one hand and gripped onto her hair with the other. Rising, Bette pulled the blonde up with her, “Come here,” she commanded. Bette’s body moved like a force of nature, pressing Tina against the nearest wall, In the dimly lit room, where shadows danced languidly against the walls. Their mouths met in a kiss that was both fierce and tender, a primal tango of desire where tongues intertwined, each seeking to claim the other. The golden glow of the bedside lamp cast a sultry light, the flickering shadows caressing their forms with a rhythm as intoxicating as their embrace.
The air was rich with the heady aroma of sandalwood, jasmine and freshly laundered linen, a subtle backdrop to the symphony of sensations that enveloped them. But Tina’s world had narrowed to the presence of Bette, the intoxicating feel of her skin, the deep, alluring taste of her kiss, and the undeniable magnetic pull that drew her closer.
Tina’s hands, driven by a hunger that seemed to ignite from within, moved instinctively to the hem of Bette’s shirt. Her breaths came in soft, ragged whispers as she commanded, “Take it off.” The urgency and need in her voice were palpable. Bette’s hands trembled slightly as they fumbled with the zipper of her own pants, the metallic rasp breaking the silence with a sharp, exhilarating tension. Tina’s fingers, steady and determined, undid each button of Bette’s shirt with a deliberate grace, unveiling the skin beneath with each movement.
When the final button yielded, Bette discarded her shirt with a swift, sensual motion, letting it cascade to the floor. Her nude lace bra followed, a delicate whisper against the cool air that kissed her bare skin. The chill of the room sent a shiver racing down her spine, only to be replaced by the blazing warmth of Tina’s touch. Tina’s hands traced along Bette’s hips, her touch a searing trail of heat as she slipped Bette’s pants and panties down with a practiced ease.
As Tina straightened, her gaze locked with Bette’s, eyes dark with an insatiable desire. She slid her thumbs into the waistband of her own panties, easing them down her legs in one smooth, deliberate motion, letting them fall to the floor like a soft surrender. She began to unbutton the remaining buttons of her shirt, but Bette’s hands moved swiftly, capturing Tina’s wrists in a firm, yet tender grip.
“No,” Bette’s voice was a sultry murmur, a growl of longing. “Leave it.” Tina’s eyes widened in momentary confusion, but before she could question the command, Bette’s lips were at her ear, her breath warm and tantalizing. “I want to fuck you in it.”
The raw, unfiltered desire in Bette’s declaration sent a surge of electricity through Tina’s body, every nerve ending igniting with a blazing intensity. Her heart raced, blood pounding in her ears, The shirt remained open, the fabric brushing against her heated skin, heightening every sensation as Bette’s lips descended on hers once more. Their tongues clashed, the kiss messy and desperate, full of the hunger. The blonde couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her as Bette’s hands roamed her sides, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Bette’s mouth moved from Tina’s lips to her neck, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin, drawing soft gasps from Tina’s lips. She could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs, the need for the brunette’s touch becoming unbearable.
Bette’s hands found Tina’s breasts, she squeezed and massaged them, her thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Bette murmured against Tina’s neck, her voice thick with lust. “I love the way your body responds to me.”
Tina moaned in response, her head falling back against the wall as she arched into Bette’s touch, craving more. Bette’s lips continued their descent, kissing and nipping their way down Tina’s body until they reached her breasts.
Bette took one of Tina’s nipples into her mouth, sucking gently before flicking her tongue over the sensitive bud. Tina gasped, her body jerking at the sensation, her legs trembling as Bette lavished attention on her. “Bette, please,” Tina begged, her voice a breathless whisper as she squirmed beneath Bette’s touch.
Bette smiled against Tina’s skin, her teeth grazing the nipple before she moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention. The brunette’s hands slid down from her waist, landing a sharp slap on her ass. The sound echoed through the room, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent a jolt of electricity straight to Tina’s core. The blonde gasped, her eyes flying open as she tried to process the sensation. The sting of Bette’s hands was quickly followed by a flood of heat that made her moan low in her throat. With one last flick of her tongue, Bette moved lower, her hands sliding down to Tina’s hips as she dropped to her knees. Tina instinctively parted her legs, her breath coming in uneven pants as Bette kissed her way down her stomach, pausing briefly to dart her tongue into Tina’s navel, then pressing a tender kiss to the faded scar on her abdomen. The intimacy of the gesture made Tina’s heart swell, the love and tenderness in Bette’s actions as arousing as the physical pleasure.
Bette’s hands gripped Tina’s hips as she kissed her way lower, her breath hot against Tina’s skin. Tina could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the anticipation building with every second. And then, finally, Bette reached Tina’s core, her tongue sliding up from slit to clit in a slow, deliberate motion that had Tina gasping, her hands clenching into fists above her head.
“So fucking wet,” Bette hummed in appreciation, her voice vibrating against Tina’s sensitive flesh.
Tina’s knees nearly buckled at Bette’s words, a deep moan escaping her lips. “all for you, baby,” she managed to say, her voice trembling with desire.
The brunette smirked, blowing a cool breath against Tina’s core, watching with satisfaction as more wetness seeped from her. She pressed a soft kiss to the inside of Tina’s thigh before trailing her tongue back to her sex, savoring the taste of her wife on her lips. Bette’s eyes flicked up to meet Tina’s, and in that moment, Tina saw so much love and longing in Bette’s gaze that it nearly took her breath away.
The blonde’s reaction was immediate, her hips bucking toward her wife’s mouth as she reached out to thread her fingers through Bette’s hair, needing more of that exquisite torture. Bette didn’t hesitate, her tongue flicking against Tina’s clit with precision, her hand gripping Tina’s leg on her shoulder to keep her steady.
“You taste so good, my love,” Bette murmured between licks, her voice thick with desire. “I could stay here all night.”
Tina whimpered in response, her body trembling with the need for release. “Bette, please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bette’s other hand slid up to Tina’s stomach, her fingers spreading wide to cover as much skin as possible as she continued her ministrations. She could feel Tina’s muscles tightening beneath her touch, her breath growing more erratic with each passing second. Bette licked and sucked with a deliberate slowness that was driving Tina mad, her nose brushing against Tina’s clit as she worked her tongue with expert precision.
Tina’s moans grew louder, her body writhing against the wall as she tried to keep herself together, but it was no use. She was on the verge of falling apart, her entire being focused on the overwhelming pleasure Bette was giving her. In a desperate attempt to pull Bette closer, Tina tugged at her wife’s shoulder, needing more, needing all of her.
Bette understood immediately, rising from between Tina’s legs with a smirk on her lips. Tina wasted no time, capturing Bette’s lips in a heated kiss, tasting herself on Bette’s mouth and chin. The taste, the smell, the feel of Bette’s body pressed against hers, it was all too much. The blonde’s hands roamed over Bette’s back, her nails leaving faint red marks in their wake as she clung to her wife, desperate for more.
Bette’s hand found its way between their bodies, her fingers sliding down to Tina’s slick entrance. She wasted no time, thrusting two fingers inside, the wetness making the motion easy and fluid. Tina cried out, her head falling back against the wall as the brunette began to thrust, hard and fast, her fingers curling to hit just the right spot. The room was filled with the sound of Bette’s fingers sliding into Tina’s wetness, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, and the breathless moans and gasps of pleasure that escaped Tina’s lips. Bette’s mouth found Tina’s neck once more, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin as she worked her fingers in and out of Tina’s body, each thrust driving her wife closer to the edge.
“You’re so perfect, Tee,” Bette whispered against her skin, her voice dripping with desire. “I love the way you feel around my fingers. So tight, so wet, so fucking perfect.”
Tina could only moan in response, her body trembling violently as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. But then, Bette added a third finger, pushing them deep inside her, stretching her, and Tina’s moan turned into a low, guttural groan, her body arching off the wall as the new sensation sent her spiraling.
“I told you they’re going inside you,” Bette said with a smirk, her voice tinged with satisfaction. She could feel Tina tightening around her fingers, her wife’s body trembling with the effort to hold on just a little longer.
Bette’s hand on Tina’s waist tightened, holding her steady as she continued thrusting her fingers in and out, her pace unrelenting. Tina’s body responded instinctively, her hips moving in time with Bette’s thrusts, each one bringing her closer to the edge. The pleasure was almost too much, overwhelming her senses until all she could focus on was the feel of Bette’s fingers inside her, the roughness of her wife’s voice in her ear, and the way their bodies seemed to meld together in perfect harmony.
Tina’s eyes fluttered shut as Bette’s mouth found her neck again, biting down gently before soothing the mark with her tongue. “You’re doing so good, Tee,” Bette whispered, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down Tina’s spine. “So good for me.”
Tina’s breath hitched, her hands gripping Bette’s shoulders for support as she felt herself nearing the brink. “Bette, I’m- I’m so close,” she gasped, her voice shaking with the effort to hold back. She whimpered, her body trembling with the need for release, but she held on, trusting Bette to take her exactly where she needed to go. And then, just when she thought she couldn’t hold on any longer, Bette’s thumb found her clit, rubbing in tight, deliberate circles that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
The combination of Bette’s fingers thrusting deep inside her and the pressure on her clit was too much for Tina to bear. With a loud moan, she came undone, her body shuddering violently as the orgasm tore through her. The intensity of it left her breathless, her vision going white as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Bette held her through it all, her fingers never stopping, prolonging Tina’s pleasure until she was nothing but a trembling, moaning mess in her arms. When Tina finally came down from her high, her body slumped against the wall, Bette’s strong arms the only thing keeping her upright.
“God, Bette,” Tina gasped, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “That was…”
Bette chuckled softly, kissing the side of Tina’s neck. “You’re incredible,” She finally withdrew her fingers, earning a soft whimper from Tina at the loss, and brought them to her lips, licking them clean with a satisfied smile. “And you taste amazing.”
Once Tina was spent, her body trembling and boneless, Bette lifted her in her arms and carried her to the bed. The room was filled with the lingering scent of sex and sweat, the air thick with the remnants of their passion. Bette placed Tina gently on the bed, her eyes softening as she looked down at her wife, her heart swelling with love.
Tina’s shirt was still open, clinging to her sweat-dampened skin, and Bette couldn’t resist leaning down to press a kiss to her exposed chest. Tina smiled up at her, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and satisfaction.
Bette reached for the drawer beside the bed, pulling out the strap-on. She quickly secured it around her hips, the soft leather straps digging into her skin, she hovered over Tina, the strap pressing against Tina’s thigh, teasing her with its presence. Bette’s eyes roamed over Tina’s body, taking in the way the shirt clung to her skin, the way her nipples pressed against the fabric, and the way her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.
“You look so beautiful, Tina,” Bette whispered, her voice filled with reverence as she leaned down to capture Tina’s lips in a slow, lingering kiss. The kiss was different from before, less frantic, more tender, filled with the deep love and connection they shared.
Tina moaned into the kiss, her hands sliding up Bette’s back, tracing the muscles under her skin as she pulled her wife closer. The strap brushed against her wetness, sending a jolt of pleasure through her that made her arch into Bette’s touch. “Bette, I need you,” Tina whispered against her lips, her voice thick with longing.
Bette pulled back slightly, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Do you now?” she teased, her hand trailing down Tina’s side, her fingers ghosting over the curve of her hip. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
Tina’s breath caught in her throat as she looked up at Bette, her eyes wide with desire. “I need you inside me, Bette. I need to feel you, all of you.”
Bette’s smirk widened, and she leaned down to press a kiss to the hollow of Tina’s throat. Tina –suddenly- then flipped them over, her wife’s eyes widened with surprise, straddling Bette, her shirt falling open to reveal more of her body. Bette’s hands immediately went to Tina’s waist, gripping her firmly as Tina began to move, grinding down on the strap-on, her wetness making the slide easy.
“you look so good,” Bette groaned, her hands sliding up to cup Tina’s breasts, her thumbs brushing over her nipples.
Bette’s touch sent shivers down Tina’s spine, and she couldn’t help but moan as her wife’s thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples. Tina’s movements became more deliberate, her hips rolling slowly, sensually, as she rode the strap-on. Each time she descended, she felt the toy press deeply inside her, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and the thrill of being in control.
Bette’s hands roamed Tina’s body, sliding up and down her sides, her touch firm yet tender. She gripped Tina’s waist, guiding her movements, encouraging her to take the strap-on deeper. "That’s it, baby," Bette murmured, her voice husky with desire. "Take it all."
Tina’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hands braced against Bette’s chest for support as she moved faster, riding her wife with a mix of desperation and passion. Her open shirt fluttered slightly with each movement, and Bette’s eyes were locked on the sight of Tina’s breasts, bouncing with each thrust. The intensity of the moment, the way Bette looked at her with such raw hunger, made Tina’s head spin. But soon, Tina’s thighs began to tremble, the strain of holding herself up mixed with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. She wanted to keep going, to ride Bette until she couldn’t anymore, but her legs were growing weak, her movements becoming sloppy.
“All the way down, Tina,” Bette urged, “take all of me my love, I know you can,” her grip on Tina’s waist tightening as she tried to help her wife push past the fatigue.
Tina whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to obey, but her body was betraying her. The pleasure was too much, the sensations too intense. She could feel herself on the edge of another orgasm, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
Sensing Tina’s struggle, Bette quickly flipped them over, taking control once more. The sudden shift in position caused the strap-on to press even deeper inside Tina, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed. Bette wasted no time, her hips moving in a steady, relentless rhythm as she thrust into Tina, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Her hand slid up Tina’s body, fingers wrapping gently around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make Tina’s pulse quicken.
“I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, how beautiful you are,” Bette whispered against Tina’s lips, her voice thick with emotion. “you’re such a good girl.”
Tina’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with Bette’s. “Bette…” she moaned, her voice shaky, filled with the overwhelming emotions surging through her.
Bette captured Tina’s lips in a searing kiss, her tongue sliding against Tina’s as she continued to thrust, her movements growing more urgent, more desperate. The bed creaked under the intensity of their lovemaking, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, along with Tina’s breathless moans and Bette’s low, guttural groans.
Bette’s free hand slid down Tina’s body, fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight, fast circles, pushing her wife closer to the edge. “Come for me, baby,” Bette commanded, her voice low and demanding. “I want to feel you come.”
Tina was trembling, her body teetering on the brink of release. The combination of Bette’sfingers on her clit, the strap-on filling her so perfectly, and the firm grip on her throat was too much. Her body tensed, every muscle coiling tightly as the orgasm built to an unbearable peak.
And then, with a loud cry “Bette, baby…”, Tina shattered, her body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her. Her vision blurred, her ears ringing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and spent beneath her wife.
Bette watched Tina come undone, as she slowed her movements, easing Tina down from the high. She leaned in, pressing soft kisses to Tina’s lips, her forehead, her cheeks, whispering sweet words of love.
They stayed like that for a moment, tangled together in the aftermath of their passion, their hearts beating in sync. The room was quiet now, save for the soft rustle of the sheets as Bette gently pulled out, removing the strap-on and setting it aside. She lay down beside Tina, pulling her into her arms, holding her close as the cool breeze from the window washed over their heated skin.
When Tina finally opened her eyes, she found Bette gazing down at her with such tenderness that it made her chest ache. “I love you,” Tina whispered, her voice barely audible but brimming with emotion; Bette’s smile was soft, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “I love you too, baby. So much.” She added with a playful glint in her eye, “I hope my way of groveling worked, and that you feel as important to me as you truly are.”
Tina, now half on top of Bette, laughed, and Bette joined in with a warm, shared laughter. Tina said, “Yeah, I feel like the importantest person in the world.”
Bette laughed “you do realized that’s not an actual word, the importantest.”
“I know, but I kinda like it,” Tina replied with a wide smile. She pressed a tender kiss to Bette’s lips and then added, “Now you deserve a payback for your groveling, it’s called ‘I forgive you.’”
Bette looked at Tina with affection and curiosity. “Aha, I wonder what that’s like.”
Tina grinned, “A mind-blowing experience, just like the one you gave me.” She began to pepper Bette’s face with kisses, sliding down with playful intent.
Bette gently brushed Tina’s hair from her face and said, “Just kiss me.”
Tina, with a teasing smile, replied, “I was kissing you.”
Bette, with a tender plea, said, “I know, but kiss me like this.” Their lips met again in a passionate kiss, tongues mingling as they lost themselves in each other, the world around them fading away.