“Oh , oh that feels good, mmm so good.  Yeah, yeah baby right there.”  Moaning.

Bette was kissing her way down Tina’s body stopping to pay homage to the blonde’s beautiful breasts.  She pulled up Tina’s shirt and began massaging, kissing, licking trying to show all of the love she was feeling towards her lover on these perfect, wonderful breasts.

“Bette, mmm Bette”

Bette stopped suckling on Tina’s breast and looked up into those deep hazel eyes.  “Yes, baby?”

“Lower, lower.”  Furrowing her brow.

Bette began moving lower on Tina’s body stopping once she reached her belly button.  She was kissing, licking, probing her tongue into the indentation into her beauty’s abdomen.  Oh how she had missed being able to do this.  It had been so long since she had been able to show all her love and adoration to Tina and to her body.

Tina just laid there fully giving herself up to the feelings and sensations that were raging through her aroused body.  Her eyes clamped shut, her nerve endings on edge, Bette producing jolts of energy running up her body from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.

Bette looked up from her actions at Tina’s abdomen and saw the look on her ex-wife’s face that she had come to know over the years as the evidence of Tina’s arousal.  Bette moved slightly lower pulling down the top of Tina’s jeans and reverently kissed the scar that was at Tina’s bikini line, the scar that was Angelica’s entry into this world.  “I love you Tina,” she quietly said.

She then continued moving down lower on Tina’s body reaching the top of her jeans, popping the button on the pants then slowly pulling the zipper down.  She stopped for an instant to prepare herself mentally and emotionally for the reconnection that was happening and was to happen.

Tina moaned “Bette”

“Lift your hips honey; let me take these pants off”

Tina said nothing but lifted her hips from off of the couch to allow Bette better access to get rid of the impeding article of clothing.

Bette was slowly pulling down Tina’s jeans and thong basking in the scent that was Tina Kennard.  It had been a long time, far too long since she had been this close to and smelled her love.  She momentarily stopped and remembered the last time they had made love; it was the day of the ultrasound a couple of months before Angelica was born.  And now their little girl was three, it was far too long.