"Fuck, Bette! You’re teasing!" Helena groaned as her hips became more active, her center becoming wetter.

"Shhh…when you get it, you won’t regret that I teased you, trust me." Helena smiled and dropped her head back to the pillow.

Bette lowered her lips to Helena’s hardened nipple, her teeth grazing it. Helena rose her chest to Bette’s lips, bringing her nipple deeper into Bette’s mouth, her hand caressing the back of Bette’s neck, her fingers burrowing themselves deep into Bette’s curls. Upon that reaction, Bette lifted her hand to Helena’s other breast, tending to it, squeezing and pinching her nipple.

"Bette….shiiiit….I need you…" Helena gasped. Bette slid her fingers over Helena’s swollen center, intertwining her fingers with Helena’s lips. Her thumb brushed over her engorged clit.

"Right here?"

"Yeeeesssss…." Bette slid two long, well manicured fingers deep inside of Helena. Helena gasped, her body arching to meet Bette’s fingers. Bette’s full lips pressed against Helena’s soft tanned skin, moving lower and lower. Her lips landed on her hips. She placed the most passionate and loving kisses on her pelvic bone before burrowing her face in Helena’s dark, wet curls.

"God, Helena…I love the way you smell, the way you taste, the way you feel against me…" Bette’s voiced trailed off as her lips descended on Helena’s center. Her tongue teased and played with Helena’s clit, while her fingers curled and pulled at her g spot.

Shiiiitt, bloody fucking hell….."

Bette felt Helena’s center squeez fingers and release them, squeeze and then release again. Her thighs shook against Bette’s shoulders as her juices flowed on Bette’s fingers. Bette continued pumping her fingers in and out of Helena as she sucked her clit, causing her to have another orgasm. She was going to try for another before Helena stopped her.

"Bloody hell, woman….I can’t take another one…it would kill me, honey." Bette smiled as she climbed up to meet her lover face to face. Bette lowered her lips to her lips to Helena’s allowing her to taste herself, "You’re so fucking amazing Bette." The glitter in Bette’s eyes could make Helena ask Bette to marry her right then, "Can I make love to you, Bette."

"Please."

"You never have to say ‘please’ with me, Bette."

Helena sat Bette up, with Bette’s knees on either side of Helena’s waist. Helena sat up with her, holding her with one arm around her waist. She placed her lips against the delicate and sensitive skin of Bette’s neck. She responded by tilting her head back, allowing Helena more access to her neck. Her free hand caressed Bette’s left breast, causing her nipple to harden against her hand. She could feel Bette’s wetness dripping against the skin of her stomach.