“How about we raise the weekly American average every day we’re here…starting now?,” the brunette murmured, as her hot mouth moved down to Tina’s navel.  Goosebumps raced across Tina’s skin; she felt wetness drip into her thighs. 

Bette moved between the blonde’s creamy thighs, lifting Tina’s legs over her shoulders, licking between the folds, taking long hot strokes over the swollen, wet lips.  Tina arched, giving her body over to the brunette’s magic touch,  as the tip of the brunette’s tongue began to tease her clit.  As her tongue played with the supersensitive nub of nerves, Bette began to thrust her finger into the achy cleft.  One, then two fingers. 

Just when she felt Tina crest to a climax, she pulled out, withdrawing both her fingers, and her tongue from tormenting the blonde’s clit. 

“Baby… please,” Tina was begging, clutching the sheets. 

“Not yet, T,” Bette whispered. 

She waited ’til the blonde settle down somewhat, then resumed sucking Tina’s clit, following this up with thrusts of her fingers into Tina’s cleft, rhythmically. In-out. In-out. 

“Uhnnhh, Bette,” Tina was whimpering. 

“Just a bit more, baby,” Bette answered, withdrawing again. 

She waited for Tina to settle, then she began to plunge her tongue into Tina’s wet, pulsing cleft, and pulled out to allow Tina to rock into her.  After a few more strokes of her tongue, she plunged three fingers in, scissoring, then bent to thrust deeper into the blonde.  She felt Tina’s walls close viciously, and a shudder ripple through the blonde. 

She extracted, and plunged her tongue back in, stroking, licking inside, hot velvet against the quivering flesh of the blonde as waves of orgasm washed over Tina. 

Bette kissed her way up the blonde’s heated body, now misted over with moisture, then rolled over beside the blonde, one leg slightly bent. 

With a thready voice, Tina murmured, “you were naughty back there…making me wait, like that.”  Bette
smiled.  “It was worth the wait, though, right?” 

Tina smirked, summoning strength from somewhere, “My turn,” she whispered. 

They both gasped simultaneously as Tina rolled over her, in an angle such that both their clefts rubbed against the other. 

Bette moaned as Tina shifted over her, sitting over her core, to maintain the contact. They locked gazes with one another, and began to rock in rhythm. 

Bette shifted her buttocks further up, as Tina began to glide her wet cleft up and down Bette’s, grinding in and out with tempo, smooth and easy, as Bette writhed under her. 

“Tinaaaa!….,” Bette was moaning, beginning to shake.  Tina’s pace quickened as she felt Bette coming, grinding harder into the brunette, whispering, “we fit so perfectly with each other, baby.”  After a few hard thrusts, they came together, with shuddering cries of relief, vibrating with ecstasy.

They rolled to face each other, still quivering slightly.

"That was a first… ever done that?" Tina asked, voice still shaky from the explosive encounter.

Bette nodded, not trusting her voice as yet.

Tina tried to hide her disappointment.  Bette kissed her forehead gently, and whispered "Not like that, though, baby."

They moved closer to embrace, foreheads touching, breathing deeply.

"So this is the Maldives, huh?"

Bette laughed slightly.

"I get it now why you strip at home, when we’re alone," Tina teased her, smirking.

"Apart from being so sexy, that it would be a sin not to, that is," she continued. Bette tweaked her nose, then angled her head for another kiss…