Tina leaned forward, inhaling the scent of her love; she dipped her tongue to sample the familiar flavour. Her tongue made contact.

Tina moaned.

Bette gasped.

She immersed her tongue once again, giving a long, slow sweep, feeling the velvety folds, the sensual taste causing Tina’s mind to roll. She allowed her tongue to gently move slowly through the folds, savouring not only the taste, but the aroma, the softness against her lips and noises being emitted from her partner.

Bette’s mind was a blur; all emotions centered on Tina’s mission, no coherent thought could be mustered from within her consciousness, her whole being focused on the onslaught of feelings and sensations beneath the blonde hair.

Tina began to concentrate on the swollen nub, circling with her tongue, nipping with her teeth, suckling with her lips, each movement producing a different noise, she allowed her fingertip to graze Bette’s opening as her tongue circled. The noise from above, a slightly higher pitch. Her finger dipped deeper, easily slipping inside, slowly exploring the warmth surrounding her finger as her tongue continued its slow dance.

Bette’s hips began an unhurried rhythmic motion, encouraging Tina to pick up pace, but Tina wanted to do this her way, she was in the Director’s chair, and that meant, she was in charge. She allowed Bette the movements, but kept her tongue and finger deliberate, sensing what her fingertips, tongue and mind were telling her, to go leisurely, the slow intensity would bring the desired result in its own time, but that time was closer than she realized.

Bette’s body felt the extreme heat traversing throughout her being; familiar with the powerful orgasm building within her, Tina’s finger was gently compressing her inner walls, intensifying the already strong sensations as they began their climb to their ultimate pinnacle.

Tina’s tongue and fingertips unconsciously informed her to increase her motion, her finger stroked the internal wall as her tongue flicked her swollen centre, Bette’s movements increased as her mind became blank, all sensations focused in one area, building and building

Tina felt the crest of the wave firstly on her finger as she increased the pressure, her tongue and finger in complete synchronization as they worked together to ride the orgasm to its full capacity. Bette’s breathing became fast and furious as it broke free, sweeping throughout her body, the detonation igniting her whole being as her body violently shuddered, her own unique sap gently trickling from her centre.

Tina removed her finger as she continued to devour her lover’s essence, not wasting a drop. Sensing and feeling the aftershocks beneath her tongue.

Bette’s breathing was shallow, small breaths to allow her to rekindle some semblance of feeling following the massive rush of endorphins that were coursing throughout her body.

Tina looked up at the spent face, she smiled to herself, the finishing line has been crossed, Alice would be proud of her.