"No!" But she did. She even moaned as she answered.

"Quit moving so much," Bette moaned into her ear, trying to get a hold of herself. Was this Tina’s way of asking for a rougher exchange between them?

"You like it when I struggle?" Tina whispered, stilling herself for only a moment before tugging at her arms again and pushing her feet over the sheets. "Do you like it?"

Words had never sounded so erotic to Bette – was Tina asking her if she liked it? Was she allowed to be honest? She knew it was the only choice. "Yes …"

"Are you gonna fuck me?"

Bette felt tingles all down her back, wishing just then that she and Tina were already on their way to climax. She didn’t know how long she would have lasted with the way Tina asked that question – she sounded so wanton as she writhed beneath her wife. "Yes."

"Hard?"

"Jesus," Bette whispered back, having to fight to keep Tina’s hands held to the bed. And by the time she’d secured them there, they’d both shifted over to another angle, and away from the pillow and the covers. Bette moved Tina’s wrists up above her head, looking down at her wife as she caught her breath. "T …" She didn’t know how to vocalize how excited she was, so she just kissed Tina again. It was all the explanation Tina would ever need.

As she sucked on Tina’s tongue and forced her own into Tina’s mouth, she could feel her wife weakening even further. She could feel all of Tina’s fight melt away, quickly replaced with want. Tina was more than ready for her.

"Tina, you’re making me crazy," Bette moaned, lifting her leg so that she could flip Tina onto her stomach. Bette was quickly on top of her again, the wrists still pinned over Tina’s head. To a certain extent, they even covered her ears, but Tina could fully understand Bette’s next words: "You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," Tina breathed, moving her leg apart when Bette tapped at her thigh. It was all happening so quickly, and yet she wanted to remember every detail for later. For another night when Bette was working late. The scenario would be quick to please her, and Bette’s touch was heavenly. She moaned as Bette’s fingers traced up her leg. "Bette … please …" she muttered under her arm, feeling exposed and loving it. "Please, baby … please …"