Tina wasn’t quite sure how many minutes had passed while she had slowly smoothed her hand along Bette’s back, listening as her breathing evened out and her heated kisses melted away to warm lips resting along her neck. She may not have known, but her knees had a pretty good idea.


What had started as slight pressure had slowly built into twin pinpoints of pain, firing off the pins and needles that were starting to dance along her calves. Flexing her toes and wincing at their response, Tina started to ease her weight back, hoping to make a gentle exit from her lover’s side. Resting her hand along the edge of the bed, she pushed up as softly as she could, trying to refrain from crying out as her quad muscles clenched tightly, partnering nicely with the tingling moving along her calves. Breathing a weak sigh of relief as her leg muscles shook and shuddered before finally obeying her command to stand up, Tina started to smile, happy that she had managed to disentangle herself from Bette without disturbing her too much.


Her smile was short lived, however, as Bette reflexively clutched Tinas hand still captured within her grasp. As blood and nerves quickly sprang to life within her fingers, Tina cried out softly as her sleeping hand was rudely awakened. Without thinking, Tina jerked her hand back and in the process awoke her lightly dozing wife, whose eyes flew open as half her upper body was pulled across the sheets and over the side of the bed. Unable to account for the shift in weight, Tinas poor, trembling legs gave up their struggle to keep her upright and gave out just in time for her butt to catch her fall. With a soft oomph, Tina landed next to the bed, shaking her tingling hand as her right arm braced her weight behind her. Letting her lips fall into an adorable pout, Tina was fully ready to scold her beautiful wife for knocking her on her ***** and almost breaking her fingers. Looking up at Bette, Tina was puzzled to find Bettes eyes not on her own, but looking distinctly somewhere lower. Letting her own gaze fall down across her body, Tina immediately realized what it was Bette was looking at. Resting the other hand behind her now, Tina leaned back further and allowed her adorable pout to transform into a mischievous grin. Somewhere during the course of her fall, her robe had slipped open and was now acting as more of a silky curtain along her bent knees, framing the lush honey wetness that had so fully caught Bettes attention. Arching a perfectly sculpted dark eyebrow, Bette tried to keep the laughter from her voice as she addressed Tina.


I..ahsee youve brought me breakfast?, Bette asked, holding her laughter in for only so long as it took for Tina to blush and start to giggle.


Maybe., Tina countered, her giggling slowly abating as she noticed Bette was starting to slide her hands along the floor, pulling her body further off the bed and closer to Tina. Moving her hands further behind her, Tina slowly reclined back and felt the smile start to slip from her face as the heat of Bettes body started to cover her own.


With their lips barely touching, Bette allowed her hips to rest against the cushion of Tinas wetness. Trembling slightly as she felt Tina raise her legs up, sliding those warm thighs along her own and resting her heels along the back of her thighs. Bette rested her elbows above Tinas shoulders, letting her forearms cradle Tinas head, careful not to tug her hair. Running her thumbs gently along the fine hair at Tinas hairline, Bette scraped her bottom lip over Tinas chin, softly licking her lips before pressing their lips together, humming into the kiss as she felt Tinas thighs tighten. Pressing her toes more firmly against the floor, Bette began to rock her hips slowly against Tina, in no hurry but unable to control her hips when Tina was kissing her like that.


Laying her palms flat above Tinas head, Bette concentrated on feeling the softness of Tinas skin beneath her. On the hard nipples sliding against her, the dampness of the soft hair covering Tinas ***** as it moved against her own and the occasional brushing of their ***** together when Tina would open her legs wider, pushing with her heels against the back of Bettes thighs. And her mouth. That soft wicked mouth that comforted and loved and taught and teased and was, at this moment, driving Bette crazy. All wet heat and soft lips and a tongue that inspired carnal thoughts of where else she wanted it. What had started as a simple reconnection was swiftly burning into something more.


With her arms spread out along the floor for support, Tina allowed Bettes hips to work their magic, using her mouth to coax her along. Having been almost painfully aroused by watching Bette before, Tina was feeling the pleasure build within her at a fevered rate. She hadnt intended to continue this mornings love making so soon and was intending simply to check on Bette to see what she wanted for breakfast. But walking in and seeing her like that, her wifes smooth mocha skin gliding along those crme sheets that way, smelling her arousal as she moved closer to the bed, hearing those ***** moans rushing past those full lips, Tina couldnt remember why waiting till after breakfast seemed like an okay idea at the time. Feeling Bette start to slide one hand across her ribs, smoothing over her curved hip and down towards her wetness, Tina couldnt remember why she had left the bed to get breakfast in the first place. And feeling Bette shift her hips, allowing her hand to come between their moving bodies as she slid those long fingers without preamble into her wetness, Tina couldnt remember what breakfast even was.


Mimicking her wifes actions from before, Bette let her hips dictate the pace and pressure as she moved her fingers deep within Tina. Groaning, she felt those velvet inner walls stretching and moving, releasing more wetness to coat her fingers until Bette could feel the warmth of it against her palm. Pulling her mouth away, Bette raised her face up to look at Tina, getting even more turned on as she saw the look of naked lust across Tinas face. With her lips wet and swollen, parted to allow the breath to rush past her chest constricted in pleasure, Tina had never looked more beautiful. Wanting nothing more than to make Tina feel as amazing as she made Bette feel, Bette pushed deeper, her fingers constantly moving, letting her palm rub rhythmically against Tinas *****, whispering rough, sexual words. Unable to stop herself, just wanting to feel Tina pulsing against her fingers again, that delicious body pressed against hers.


Mmmmmm..*****.god, yeah.Tina, I can feel you all over my fingers, Bette groaned. Do you like this, baby?..Hmmmmmm.me ***** you like this, right here on the floor?


Speeding up her thrusts against Tina, shuddering as the wet sounds between Tinas thighs started to blend with the grunts and moans coming from her wife, Bette continued to talk to Tina. With her voice lowered almost to a growl, Bette kissed Tinas lips roughly, allowing her lips to move against Tinas with each word she spoke.


Do you hear how wet you are, baby..all for meI want you to come..Im going to keep ***** you till you come right here, Bette moaned. Yeah, yeah.I can feel you getting tighterfuck….can you feel it baby?


As Bette continued to plunge her fingers in and out, their bodies moving together, Tina finally raised her hands from the floor, grabbing Bettes face and kissing her deeply. The words falling from Bettes lips were driving her crazy. With every word, Tina felt her ***** harden, felt that exquisite pull tightening her stomach and, clenching her thighs, she let the ***** rip through her, moaning loudly into the sunlit room as her head arched back. Grabbing onto Bettes forearm still lying near her head, Tina pressed her lips to Bettes wrist, keeping her other hand gently tangled in her curls. Feeling Bettes pulse race wildly under lips, Tina finally relaxed her legs, letting them fall to either side of Bettes legs which were trembling slightly in exertion.


Bette closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the warm, sweaty crook of Tinas neck, breathing deeply as she felt the tremors passing along her fingers, still resting inside of Tinas wetness. Spreading her thumb wide to rest along the juncture of Tinas hip and thigh, Bette slowly pulled her fingers out, cupping Tinas ***** gently, still feeling the need to maintain that intimate connection.


As their breathing finally evened out, Tina turned her head towards Bette, resting her cheek along Bettes curls. Pulling her closer in a simple hug, Tina opened her mouth to speak. To tell Bette how much she loved her. How much she wanted her still, always. How much lying there with her, with sunlight bursting into every corner of their bedroom, shed never felt happier. But before she could say one loving word to her wife, both were startled out of the warm serenity that had settled over them with the harsh ringing of the phone.


Jerking her head up and looking over at Tina, Bette frowned slightly and wondered, Who the ***** could that be?