I am somewhat in awe of this woman right now, my Bette. She is evolving before my eyes. Theres openness and an honesty of feelings being displayed – these are things the old Bette would allow no one to see, including me. She just bit the bullet and carried on, no matter the weight of the load or the propensity for the internal combustion of all she held inside. Ignoring the warnings, letting her mind fan them away, an errant spark took hold and the flames of her destruction rose to the level of no safe return – her spirit razed to the ground, trampled upon by reality. Its only in the past month or so when my mind’s curtain of pain parted when I could really look at this human being, my Bette, and see the fragile, splintered shell of a soul she had become. But here she is, grabbing hold of those bootstraps, slowly taking back her spirit, and lifting herself from the stygian depths of her personal *****.

My thoughts are pleasantly interrupted by the feel of Bette’s hand traveling my back, her lips leaving warm, wet kisses on my neck, capturing my earlobe for a moment and gently nibbling…her tongue tracing the edges of my ear and then the softest of whispers with a tinge of plea in its tone… "T, forgive me, please, but I want you again – I’m sorry."

My stomach clenched, spreading warmth was enveloping my body. I wanted her again also. "Baby, please, no apologies today. From the moment I held you this morning I knew all things put aside, this brief time today was going to be ours."

I could feel my wetness already pooling out to my thighs. The liquid heat of Bette’s ***** was spilling onto my backside, as she rubbed and undulated her hips into me. I reached down to touch myself to gather some of my own wetness on my fingers. After all our lovemaking, how does she do it – how does the feather touch of her fingers on my back, the mere whisper of her words in my ear whisk me to this plateau of arousal time and time again? I turn slightly and bring my now damp fingers to her mouth. She begins to lick, then suck each one.

It is my turn to whisper, although words are hard to form. My fingers still at her mouth…"This, baby, is how you make me feel, can you taste what you do to me?" I shifted a bit more and turned my head slightly upwards and she kissed me with such passion and unspoken want I felt for sure I would pass out. I became even more aroused by the intermingling of my mouth and the moist remnants of my wet arousal still present on her lips and tongue. She enters me from the rear, then withdrawing and sliding up my wet folds to my pulsating ***** and keeps repeating thisall the time grinding her hips into me. I can feel her *****, her swollen ***** sliding and slipping in and out of the crack of my *****. This is going to be a mutual coming – the ultimate shared experience between lovers. Im riding her fingers now…her astute ability in their movement and placement have whipped me into an uncontrollable frenzy. I can feel Bette, too, is beyond comprehension of anything except us, this moment of soon shared release.

Houston, we have liftoff – skyrockets in flight. Were both hurdling through space and time. She, my Bette, is the wind beneath my wings, guiding us both as we spiral and speed through the galaxies. And there it is…as we stop and hold tightly onto one another amid an exploding meteor shower of light and drifting stars…we’re gazing into one another’s eyes and both see it – a brief moment in time when our souls touch and we become one. "I’ve missed you – I’ve missed us so much," she murmurs.

An act of providence joined us 8 years ago. Today providence visited us again.

TBC..