“Ohhhhhhhhhh….Babe…I am so fucking wet for you…”

But the mocha didn’t stop at the first spot; she kept navigating to the south till found Tina’s feet dressed in a silvered high heel sandal with a trimmed front panel and three thin straps. The brunette kneeled herself and placed the blonde´s sandal over her chest while opened the string and removed the high heel. She kissed Tina’s foot and replaced on bed. Bette gently took the other foot and repeated the action. The Dean kissed her instep and her silked sole. When the executive thought there wasn’t a single hair in her body without being erect, Bette engulfed each of her toes and offered little bites under her sole. Just then, the brunette found the producer’s sex. With one hand Bette penetrated Tina while she sucked her. With her left hand she manipulated her own sex.

“…Fuck…Fuck…Bette…” The blonde was in nirvana.

The blonde adored the view: The brunette’s face in the middle of her legs; her tensed backs; the line of her spine. Tina loved to see or just know Bette was masturbating herself, but not today. She wanted also taste her lover and when the brunette looked to the producer’s eyes she understood immediately what she wanted. And she gave it. 

She replaced herself and when Tina’s tongue found the mocha’s clit at the 69, Bette lost her forces.

“Ohhhhhh…ohhhhh….babe…”

Tina recaptured Bette’s body and brought it closer again. She bit Bette’s buttocks and caressed her skin, before she dived her tongue inside the woman she was in love with.

Bette had to stop her task. She couldn’t contain the shivers running through her body while Tina pressed, sucked and licked her clit.

“I want to hear you coming, babe…Come to me, Bette…”

“Hmmmm…God…” Bette moaned. She didn’t want to come alone and she returned to caress her lover’s sex and more. The brunette introduced two fingers and watched while Tina received, engulfed and moved colliding with Bette’s strokes.

Tina imitated the mocha’s act and penetrated Bette with desire. Soon, both were panting in despair for release. And it came and brought the wave that advance and involved the couple washing their strength away but bringing the warm feeling of satisfaction.

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They embraced filled with a complete sense of satisfaction. No words came from their mouth, only kisses.

Minutes of silence.

Tina let her head on Bette’s chest. The pleasure from hear her heartbeats. Bette brought her lover’s her body and they became face to face. Their breast touching. Their body facing each other.

“Hmmmm…” Tina let her lips touched the mocha’s skin with sweet little kisses. “I love to have your weight over me…I love to be inside and over you, Bette… I love the color of you skin contrasting with mine. I love the way you come…Hmmm…I love the way you pronounce my name… I love to be inside your arms…”

Bette had dived inside the moment and those words, that caressed her ears and her lips lead her to express what her soul was feeling. “…And I love you…”

When she opened her eyes, Tina was astonished and Bette could be sure she had not just said but asked too much.

Tina was still mute and the moment was the expression of uncomfortable.

“I…Tina… Sorry…I…don’t know what to say…” Bette tried. The awkwardness screamed out loud.

“Babe…No…No… I …just…I just got surprised…I…” Tina recovered her voice.

“Don’t T…Don’t need to…” Bette had to leave. “Don’t need to say anything…” She got confused and hurt. But her tone was calm almost gentle: “I… I am not asking you nothing…I just…was caught up in the moment and… and…it… slip…Don’t worry…” Bette tried to soft the situation, diminished the appeal of what she had said, smiling a sad, perplex, apologetic smile.

“Bette, wait…”

It took one minute, Tina counted, and Bette was out of the room. Out of the door. Out of her house.

Inside her car, feeling angry, sad, immature, guilty, betrayed, desperately alone and in love, Bette could devise perfectly that the final frontier wasn’t Tina’s bedroom, was her heart.

And at that moment, it was a challenge Bette didn’t want to accept.