Bette tore her mouth away from Tina's nipple as she took in a much-needed breath. In doing so, she quickly relinquished control back to her wife. Tina took full advantage of the opportunity, desperate to please Bette.
Leaning down, Tina's mouth quickly licked the path that her finger had taken only moments ago. She breathed deeply, taking in the scent that was so uniquely Bette. Bette leaned back, allowing her feet to support her as her thighs became weak. Tina stiffened her tongue and lightly licked Bette's center, smiling as Bette gasped and threw her head back.
Tina reached up to touch Bette's breasts when her hand came in contact with the plastic stethoscope still draped around Bette's neck.
"I'm feeling better already Doctor," Tina purred as she pushed Bette back on the bed and covered her body with her own.
Tina inserted her denim-clad thigh between Bette's legs as she moved her hips hard against her wife. Bette moved with the same amount of passion and vigor, matching Tina's rhythm eliciting a moan from her.
Tina kissed Bette's lips, urging Bette to part them and allow her tongue access inside. Bette quickly complied, rewarded by tasting her own arousal, still present on Tina's mouth from the one lick she allowed herself.
Their tongues began to duel for control, but Tina quickly ended it when she moved her head to the side and began licking her way to Bette's neck. Bette grabbed a fistful of Tina's blonde hair, bringing her mouth back to her own, desperate to be kissed harder. Tina used her tongue and teeth, in equal combination, to pleasure Bette. The harder Bette grabbed at her hair, the more Tina teased her to draw out the response she was in search of.
Bette's shaky hands reached between them and began to fumble with the button on Tina's jeans. The kiss was broken as a smile formed on Tina's face, perspiration glistening on both of their bodies.
"I," Tina nipped at Bette's lips playfully, "Love....you."
Bette smiled as Tina placed playful kisses on her lips after each word to emphasize them. Bette slowly slid Tina's zipper down, reaching as far down as she could to work the jeans past Tina's hips. Bette's body bore the brunt of Tina's weight as she struggled to shed her jeans. After a few attempts to lower her jeans, Tina relinquished her dominant position and moved both legs between Bette's outstretched thighs.
"God these are hard to get out of," Tina grunted as she pushed up to gain some leverage on the uncooperative clothing. She wiggled her lower body, brushing up against Bette's throbbing clit, causing her to moan in response. Tina smiled, unable to hide her pleasure at hearing Bette react.
"You like that huh?"
"Hurry," Bette demanded as Tina pushed up again and then repeated the wiggling action getting an even bigger response from Bette.
She wiggled once more, feeling the wetness of her own arousal mixing with Bette's as she pushed up again. Freeing the jeans from one leg, Tina settled against Bette, rocking slightly as she worked to free the other leg. Tina's mound rocked against Bette's swollen clit once more as she grabbed at Tina's hips to still her.
"Fuck," Bette breathed as she slammed her eyes shut and concentrated on prolonging the inevitable orgasm.
Now both naked and aroused, Tina began to kiss Bette hard on her swollen lips. She, once again, moved to their earlier position, one of her muscular thighs was between Bette's legs and she straddled Bette's thigh as well. Tina's hips moved gracefully up and down in an effort to get as much contact from Bette's thigh on her throbbing clit as the position would allow. Tina pushed her thigh harder against Bette's center, pleased to hear Bette moan in response.
Bette reached down and placed her hand at the sensitive area where Tina's thigh became her ass. Bette dug her fingers into the sensitive skin there, smiling as Tina broke their kiss once more to take in a much-needed breath.
Tina propped herself up on her forearms to look down at Bette and gauge her reactions. Bette's eyes were hazy, her breathing erratic, and her lips swollen from Tina's kisses. Her hair was fanned out on the bed, a perfect contrast to the lighter color of the sheets.
Bette opened her eyes trying to focus on Tina. Her hair was hanging down, partially covering her face. Her swollen bottom lip was taking more punishment, as Tina bit down on it to control her reaction.
Tina moved hard against Bette's thigh, trying to bring them both as much pleasure as she possibly could. She felt Bette's arousal wetting her thigh, with each thrust upward, it was evident how close Bette was to surrendering to her pending orgasm.
Bette pulled her in closer once more and moaned when Tina began to grind harder against her throbbing center.
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