“No. Keep going.” I said in the tiniest breath. I couldn’t spare any more oxygen as it was being used elsewhere.

            She kept going.

            Transferring her body to lay beside mine, she cropped herself up onto one elbow, allowing free range of the other arm. I continued to wriggle on my back as she dragged the back of her fingers along my itchy hot skin. Bette leant in to kiss me but retracted her mouth at the last moment so that I groaned in frustration. She left her mouth open seductively, coaxing my lips to hers. Toes were curling and legs were shaking as my skin felt Bette’s fingers make their way closer to the fire burning down below. Another flash of last night. Fingers. Skin. Wetness. And here it was again. After a time teasing me to her satisfaction with her elusive lips, my lover allowed herself passage into my body and back into my heart.

            My deep moans were smothered by Bette’s mouth. She plunged her tongue through my lips as her fingers plunged in between my legs. I shut my eyes and the whole scene, reminiscent of this one, replayed in my head, making me hotter. I could feel it again, the heat between our bodies, our skin reunited. I sensed her smell and essence upon mine. I felt the love in her soul once again. The kisses were slow, the rhythm in tune with her wrist. The wetter the kisses got, the quicker my breathing got, if as it wasn’t already fast enough. She hit me harder, causing me to break the connection between our mouths. The ceiling was the one that received the full brunt of my screams now. Bette nestled into my neck, getting comfortable and squishing her ***** into my shoulder. I opened my eyes and turned my head to peer at her. She seemed calm and sleepy, as if someone just told her a bedtime story. Her movements suddenly became frenzied, resulting in me throwing my neck back and howling at the heavens again. All that existed were those full soft lips and the long delicate fingers that wriggled inside me. The heat from them rippled through my groin, building delightful pressure inside of me. Hips started to rock against me, toes stroking my lower leg. My grunting and moaning was building as she dug further. I heard three little words from her lips as I came. Hard. Into her hand. The world gave way to last night once again and I knew that this was what happened. Bette had taken me there all over again. I knew she made love to me. Most importantly, I knew that she had given me enough clues to fill the gaps in my memory. It all came flooding back, literally. The locomotion that was her hand stilled into a slow circular pattern. My back finally relaxed into its normal position, my red knuckles uncurled from around the bed head. I felt spasms, sporadically shiver through me. Bette kissed my forehead after each one. When I was satisfied that I had recovered, my body turned to hers, legs automatically wrapping themselves around Bette.

I wondered what she was thinking

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Tina looked at me with dazed eyes and I knew. I knew she remembered. As I held her tight within my arms, the smile on my face grew ever wider.