"Fuck Bette, fuck."

"Come for me Tina, come."

She chants into my ear. And I quickly come apart under her, and as I come, she’s right there with me. With a shout of my name she falls on top of me. Our breathing was erratic and the smell of sex and sweat was rampant. She finally gets up and pulls out of me and I wince.

"Ugh."

"Did I hurt you?"

"Humph, you asking if you hurt me."

"Oh the irony," she said and smiled, "answer my question."

"No, you didn’t hurt me."

"What are you thinking?"

"I’d like to do that again," I said and she smiled and started kissing my collarbone and she nuzzled my neck.

"Would you now," she whispered into my ear, "flip over on your front."

"What?"

"Flip over, I’m fuck you from behind."

I did as she asked and flipped over. She proped my legs and I got on all fours. She ran her hands up and down my body. Her fingers pinching my sensitive nipples, I moaned.

"You’re mine," she whispered, "your body, your soul, your heart, and your mind is mine."

With that, she plunged the toy inside of me and I cried out. She was pounding me hard. I gripped the sheets tightly and kept crying out. Her moans were frequent and so loud. I felt my ass hitting her pelvis and it was making a slapping sound that turned me on even more. I could feel my wet center writhing and I started to come apart.

"Come for me Tina, come loud for me."

She slammed into me one more time and I was done. I shouted her name so loud and she shouted mine. We came together and she wrapped her arms around me and we fell onto the bed. She pulled out of me and I moaned. She removed the strap on and held me close. My eyes felt heavy and I was so tired.

"Sleep baby," I heard just as I fell asleep.

I woke a few hours later, the Los Angeles skyline was glowing under the night sky. I reach over and Bette was gone. I got up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed and I winced, fuck I was sore. I got up and slipped Bette’s collared shirt on and walked out of the room. I looked and finally heard the faint sound of classical music and found Bette in her studio painting. I leaned on the door panel and watched, I was in awe of her talent. After a while she faced me.