“I remember now You were trying to undress me, you harlot you.”

            Bette chuckled into my ear, then proceeded to unleash wet ***** on my neck with her mouth. I was torn between trying to remember our time together last night and wanting to be taken through it by Bette. Bette my baby, my love, my life. I had it all back again. We were going to be okay. Sure, I didn’t know how the make up ***** went but I remember the conversation before it. Not words exactly, more the feeling of contentment and the security in her arms. She could have been speaking to me in another language and I would still have felt this way later. As I opened my legs to give her room, I felt cool liquid, symmetrically placed against both of my thighs, like a butterfly painting. I knew where it came from. More proof. My throat gurgled as I pushed air through my chest and Bette responded to the movement by kissing my throat and chin.

            “So, I rolled you off me with no objection until we were in this position.” How she managed that sentence through the kisses she was delivering I’ll never know. “Then I” That tease. She was able to finish that sentence off in time but chose not to.

            Her hair was falling all over my skin as she moved across my chest, goose bumping it. Bette kissed me again, her lips soft and raw, tasting like sweet cherries. As our lips were dancing, Bette placed pressure between our chests, aided by gravity. She didn’t push, she basically floated. Our ***** did the rest, warm nipples crashing into each other. She tried to distract me with deep kisses, her tongue penetrating past my lips and into my mouth. My tongue had to retreat from the onslaught. A lot of focus was on our lips but the rest of my body was on fire.

            “Why would I object, babe when everything you do to me will drive me wild?”

            “Do you remember the rest of the night yet?”

            “No. Not really.”

            “Well then, you’d better shut up.”

            It was then I felt a hand move so indiscreetly along the softer parts of my body, I automatically twitched. Where were those Bette hands before? Why hadn’t I noticed them until now? I smiled with my eyes shut at the ceiling, feeling bites at my ear and at the tight spots on my neck. I missed this woman. I loved her so. I loved getting lost in her.