Found – part 5

As dawn broke over the ocean, Bette began to stir. She had slept deeply and peacefully, soothed by the cool ocean breeze and Tina in her arms. As she regained consciousness she reflected that nothing in the world could compare to this”Tina in her arms, the serenity of the sea surrounding them, and time to enjoy both.

After some time spent simply being and storing up the joy in her heart, Bette felt Tina begin to shift with wakefulness. Bette pulled Tina more tightly to her, still spooning her from behind, and whispered in the sleepy blondes ear, Good morning, my love.

Tina let out a small groan borne of reluctant awareness that she was awake. Bette smiled at her sleepyhead wifes morning ritual. Tina seldom wanted to get out of bed once shed finally gone there. Of course, Bette took advantage of that tendency as often as possible, and did not hesitate to capitalize on the opportunity this time, either.

Anxious to get a start on her weekend plans, Bette began to nuzzle Tinas neck, interspersing gentle caresses with tiny kisses on her smooth skin. Tina arched her neck to allow Bette better access, not even quite realizing what was going on, just that it felt good and she wanted more.
As Bettes attentions progressed down to Tinas collarbone, Tina came fully awake and smiled. Well, good morning to you, too, babe.

Bette chuckled softly. Mmmm…good morning. But Bette was not interested in words and continued tasting her wifes soft skin. She moved her hand from around Tinas waist, where she had been holding onto her wife and child throughout the night, to the hem of her sleep shirt. With Tinas cooperation, she removed the offending garment and tossed it across the room.

Aaahh… sighed Bette, her breath ghosting across Tinas bare shoulder. I love your skin. I can never get enough of it. Tina was concentrating on the path Bettes hand was taking toward her chest and did not bother to answer. Ill be right back, murmured Bette and pulled away. She moved away just enough to allow her to sit up and pull off her own shirt. After a slight hesitation, she also rid herself of her pajama pants and underwear. No sense being shy with her wife, right?

Tina had turned on her back to see what Bette was up to, and decided that she might as well get naked, too. Tossing the last of her clothing on the floor, she met Bettes eyes with anticipation and humor. Something in Bettes eyes told her that this morning, this weekend, would be very…pleasant.

Bette scooted up against the headboard and beckoned Tina to come sit between her legs. Tina obliged and smiled as she realized what Bette was proposing. It was one of Tinas favorite positions for foreplay, and the fact that Bette was offering it meant that Bette was intent on her partners pleasure first and foremost. And when Bette was in that kind of mood, Tina benefited. Immensely.

Hugging her wife to her bosom, Bette resumed kissing and nuzzling the delectable shoulders and neck before her. As Tina began to react to the feel of her spouses mouth on her skin, Bette placed her hands on Tinas slightly swollen abdomen, taking a moment to honor the child inside. Ever so slowly she moved her palms up the soft swells until she fully cupped Tinas *****.

Tina arched her back, trying to increase the pressure on her *****. As Bette began to knead the firm, full flesh, she also began to suck on Tinas earlobe, occasionally breathing warmly into her ear. The feel of Bettes hot breath drove Tina wild, and her concentration was torn between that and the increasingly arousing pressure on her chest.

Tina reached behind and cupped Bettes bottom, seeking both something to do with her hands and a closer connection to the sultry brunette. Bette responded to Tinas restlessness by upping the ante. Gently teasing her nipples into erectness, Bette began to pinch and tug them until Tina was writhing in her hands.

Bettes own breathing grew ragged as Tina began to pant, driven nearly wild by the teasing of Bettes hands and her hot breath.

Bette, please. Youre driving me crazy.

Realizing that neither of them could hold out much longer, Bette moved one hand down and gently touched Tinas wet mound. Youre soaking, T. You are so wet, she observed, hardly able to get the words out for her own arousal. She spent some moments enjoying the feel of Tinas warm moisture, then began exploring in earnest.

Tinas hips began to thrust slightly, instinctively seeking the rhythm that would bring relief. Bette plunged two fingers in, almost crying at the wonderful feel of her wifes walls. They moved together naturally, Bette watching for the signal that would tell her what to do next. When the signal came, in the form of a very impatient Tina grabbing her other hand and moving it into position, Bette opened the slick labia and flicked and rubbed Tinas clitoris until she felt her tense and heard her stop breathing. Carefully bringing her through the ecstasy-filled convulsions of her ***** (twice), Bette stilled her fingers at last.

When Tinas shuddering had subsided, she relaxed back into Bettes arms. She loved the post-coital bliss almost as much as the actual act, and treasured these quiet moments in Bettes arms. As her breathing calmed, she became aware that Bettes had not. Turning in her wifes arms, Tina gave Bette a passionate kiss and murmured against her lips, Thank you, honey. Now, what can I do for you?

Kissing Tina passionately, Bette proceeded to show Tina exactly what she could do for her, a process that took the rest of the morning”with a few interruptions when Bette felt the need to demonstrate the desired procedure on Tina first.

The weekend was starting off very well, indeed.