Mmmmm… Bette murmured, as Tina lifted her head. Even through the thin fabric of her tank top, she could feel the heat of Tina’s kisses.

They shared a smile, enjoying the intimate, quiet, perfect moment.

Tina resumed tracing her fingers over the contours of her wife’s beautiful face.

She continued, “Something you said when we were taking a shower together…”

Bette sucked on a finger that hovered over her lips, trying to remember the sequence of events over the previous night in Logan’s beach-side place in the Hamptons, and then exclaimed softly as her thoughts turned to the steamy shower scene in the bathroom attached to the bedroom Logan always designated for their use, “Oh … when you were soaping me down, and then you …um …”

Tina smiled at the slight blush that began to creep over Bette’s cheeks as they both remembered Bette’s spontaneous outcry when Tina made her come while the blonde was soaping and massaging her slowly.

“Yeah.”

They shared another smile.

Tina continued, “But even as I remembered what happened in the shower, it occurred to me, as I replayed the scene in my mind, that you’ve never said … or that I didn’t know, exactly, what it was about me that you found …”

“Sexy?” Bette asked, interrupting Tina.

“Mind-bending?”

Tina smiled.

“Lust-inducing?”

“You don’t know why I am growing ever more desperately in love with you as the months and years go by?”

Tina rubbed her thumb lightly over those luscious lips.

“Hmmm… well, there isn’t enough time in what remains of this day before we turn in for the night …. because I plan to spend hours showing you, instead of telling you, what parts of this sexy body drive me crazy…. about every delicious square inch that makes me ache…”

Tina’s eyes were darkening with lust in response.

“But let me start anyway by telling you what I think of that graceful L curve on the back of your neck, where it meets your shoulder, and the soft, silky skin there that only I get to kiss. And when I kiss you there I can feel goose bumps begin to race over your arms. Then when I move my kisses to the other side of your neck, trying to take in every delicious inch of your neck and shoulder that I pass by, often your head arches back, and you moan aloud …”