“Huh?” Bette’s fingers fumbled with her shirt then gave up.  She took a step toward Helena who quickly extended an elegant foot to keep her at bay.

“strip…” Helena’s eyes gentled the command.

Bette took a deep breath, falling out of her comfort zone, before she found the place of trust she knew she always occupied with Helena. Her grin lit up her eyes and she decided to just give it a go. All in all, she didn’t do badly. Her clothing found its way to various parts of the room (nearly knocking over a candle and causing a fire at one point, but Helena remedied that with a bit of a chuckle) and she tripped a little over her slacks, but when she fell naked to her knees at Helena’s feet, Helena’s control over the situation melted.

“Oh sweetheart…” Helena was genuinely touched that Bette had given her the show she’d given her, and she kissed every inch of exposed skin available to her in gratitude. Bette surprised her, lifting her legs slightly. “What are you doing darling?” Helena asked.

Bette responded with a smirk, before her lips trailed gently up and down the insides of Helena’s thighs. “paybacks…” She murmured. Helena’s ass slid down the chair a little, when Bette lifted her legs higher.

“some payback…for me perhaps…” Helena laughed softly. But Bette’s tortuous ministrations upon her thighs and belly continued for countless minutes, and soon she rocked uncontrollably against the woman who had suddenly decided that Helena’s collarbones warranted a full twenty minutes of attention. With a deep breath, Helena tangled her hands in Bette’s hair, nudging her head lower.

Bette grinned, loving that she was losing the game so quickly, and really not giving a damn, because she was nestled in the most intimate place on Helena’s body, tasting the sweetest taste, and causing the most intense of reactions.  Bette’s tongue lashed gently then harder, in smaller circles around her lover’s clit then in broad sweeps across her labia.  The effect drove Helena to complete distraction, her hands clenched hard on Bette’s shoulders.  The backs of Helena’s thighs were slick with sweat and warm against Bette’s shoulders, and Bette used her hands to caress the length of Helena’s legs, before stroking her torso and sliding up her chest. Her tongue pressed inside suddenly spending long moments there before moving back to lightly flick the hard bundle of nerves above. Helena’s hand grasped one of hers, pressing it harder against her breast, kneading roughly, before delivering it down and against her opening.