Tina smiled as Bette inhaled sharply when her breasts were released, and when ran her finger along the front of the lacy thong she wore, Bette’s knees gave out slightly as she reached for Tina, and pulled into a fiery kiss.  Her hands were everywhere, debating whether to push Tina against the vanity and fuck her right there, or slowly, carefully, and deliberately removing her dress and making love to her on the bed. In her reflection, the decision was taken away from her, since Tina’s fingers hooked around the waistband of Bette’s thong and removed it, leaving in her dressed only in golden heels.

Tina pushed away from the vanity, and expertly directed them to the bed without breaking their kiss.  Bette let Tina guide her until she felt the back of her knees touch the bed. Unwillingly, she broke away from the kiss, and sat down. She smiled recalling the last time Tina had led her to bed in this way.  She gazed up at Tina, whose hands were working to untie her dress. When she succeeded, she pushed Bette back on the bed and spread her body on top. Bette’s hands began to roam again. She wanted to take every part of Tina at once: her lips, her breasts, her toned stomach, she wanted it all. She wanted Tina. While Tina flicked at her neck, Bette reached around, and quickly inserted a finger.

“Fuck!” Tina cried out as Bette flashed her a wicked smile. “What are you doing?”

“Me? Nothing.” Bette inserted a second finger, and attempted to capture Tina’s lips again.  Tina fought a battle within herself. Her body instantly responded to the movements of Bette’s fingers. Her mind wanted to be the one in control tonight. For a few moments, her body won.  Her hips moved in time with Bette’s fingers and she quickly teetered on the edge when she pulled forward and out of Bette’s reach.

“You’re bad.” Tina sat up and took Bette’s hands into her own. “Very bad.”  

Bette arched her body feeling her need grow as she let Tina place her wrists over her head.  With her left hand, she held Bette’s wrists in place, and with her right she trailed her finger down Bette’s side, over her hip, and into her soft folds, flicking her clit lightly. Tina repeated the motion several times, and when Bette’s hips moved for greater contact, Tina pulled away completely.