Bette was open beneath her and her scent filled the air causing her to shudder with need herself.  “Pregnancy is an aphrodisiac. When I was pregnant with your child I needed you so badly you have no idea.  The ache was constant.  One word…” Tina said lowering herself onto her wife. “Ah…” she sighed as Bette wrapped her legs and thighs around her waist.  Bette’s defenses collapsed as did Tina’s as they fucked with increasing need. 

Clit to clit they merged. Bette clung to her and Tina pressed into her every stroke taking them closer to the edge.  They were panting, kissing, touching everywhere yet letting go not at all.  Needing just that extra millimeter of pressure Tina hooked her arms under Bette’s knees opening her just a little bit more and in that action took them both over the edge.

Tina fell with Bette cleaving to her, lost in love.

Sometime later that night Bette stirred with monumental effort mind still clouded with peace.  “You said you had one word that would explain all this.”

Tina smiled and gathered her closer “Sonogram.”