It was 5am when Bette looked at the bedside clock. She was lying on her stomach, completely naked.  She smiled happily to know that she had at least two more hours before she had to be awake.

Then again, she also had two hours to do other things. She turned her head to the other side, and looked at Helena’s sleeping face. The other woman was lying on her back, the bedsheet tangled around her legs, an arm flung behind her head. When Bette moved closer to her, Helena instinctively reached out and wrapped her arms around Bette’s waist, shifting onto her side. Bette waited a moment before running her fingers lightly down Helena’s back, causing Helena to murmur something incoherent before burrowing her face between Bette’s breasts. When Bette reached down to cup Helena’s mound with her hand, she heard a gasp.

“Hmmmm…sleeping…” Helena spoke quietly into Bette’s chest, but began to slowly move her pelvis. Bette moved onto her back, pulling Helena with her, and cradled her head with one hand while her other continued to move between Helena’s legs. She reached down to kiss Helena softly, before entering her with one finger.

Helena was fully awake now, and moved up onto her knees, opening her legs further. She allowed her mouth to be pulled into Bette’s lips.  Helena could feel how wet she still was from their earlier love making.  She encouraged Bette’s hand, pressing it hard between her slippery folds.  Bette’s tongue slowly drew circles inside Helena’s mouth while Bette’s finger—first one and then a second—mirrored the movements between her legs. Helena sat upright, pressing her palms against Bette’s breasts and straddling her torso while Bette’s fingers worked their magic. She gasped, moaned, throwing her head back as she moved faster and spread her wetness against Bette’s skin. Bette moved her free hand around to press insistently against Helena’s clit, encouraging her with words and with her own moans.

Helena stopped moving all at once, arched her back, and released even more moisture as she cried out.

“Fuuuuuuuuck….uuuuuuuuu…..sweatheart…more…uhhhh….GOD….more…”

Bette flipped Helena onto her back and continued to move against the other woman, using her thigh to press harder and faster against the back of her hand. Helena’s nails dug into Bette’s shoulder as she pulled her closer. Bette pressed insistently between Helena’s hips, and she reached down with her free hand, to pull Helena’s legs up and around her waist.