In turn, Bette began to kiss her deeply. The deeper it got, the closer their bodies came to touching. Helena moaned and she began to feel for Bette’s body, desperate to touch the woman’s skin. She had to settle for feeling Bette’s curves through Bette’s suit. Her breasts, her waist, and finally her ass which Helena pushed down to lower Bette to her, aching for closeness. She felt Bette’s thigh between hers; it set shivers down her spine.

“I want to feel you,” Helena said breathlessly in between kisses. She moved one leg to push her herself against Bette’s thigh.

Bette’s hand traced down Helena’s face, from her forehead, to her noise and to her lips where Helena took it upon herself to pleasure with her mouth. Meanwhile, Bette traced down the rest of her body with kisses. Giving each breast some loving attention as Helena’s breaths grew deeper.

Bette lowered herself. Helena, up until now had her eyes closed, but as she felt Bette go below her navel, moving her hands from Helena’s breasts to her thighs and gently spreading them apart, Helena had to look. She saw her abdomen rise and fall and Bette’s voluminous curls between her legs. Helena threw her head back upon feeling Bette’s mouth devouring her clit. Biting, flicking, and sucking.

“Oh, God,” Helena moaned.

Bette let go of Helena’s thighs. Helena looked back at Bette again and caressed her hair. She moaned again as Bette entered her using two fingers at first. It didn’t take long before Helena was so wet that she had to use four. Helena’s clit was now so engorged, every flick of Bette’s tongue sent Helena writhing and moaning into the air ever louder.

“Jesus Christ, you’re killing me,” Helena shouted. Bette took this as a sign and smiled. She took Helena’s swollen clit fully into her mouth and slid her hand more vigorously. Helena gripped the edge of the bed above her head as she came, the waves zipping throughout her body, her walls contracting, her body jerking as Bette slid her fingers gently inside her, teasing her climax to the end.

Bette looked up at the woman she just pleasured with an air of satisfaction; a job well done. Helena reveling in the sweet aftermath, her arms now relaxed above her head, trying to catch her breath.