Title: This Could Be The Last Time Author: pseud  [ Send a Private Message ] Copyright: 2005 Content Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: This is an idea I had; I hope it works for you readers. Set somewhere in the season 2, episode 8-9 timeframe. Author's Note: Comments? I do enjoy hearing them, positive or negative. Summary: Bette and Tina and sex. Total Views: 4253 times. This Could Be The Last Time by pseud Page 1 Print This Page Previous page | 1 | Next page

Bette brushed the hair back from the other woman's forehead so she could squarely into her brown eyes before plunging forth for another kiss. This was a sensation that she knew she wanted to savor, to truly enjoy, as well as to truly share. Imbued with a sense of tenderness, as well as of lust, Bette leaned forward. Tina relished the feeling of the lips pressed against hers. As the kiss deepened, the tongue seeking entrance, willingly granted. The pregnancy created what Tina felt was a whole new level of sensations. Her skin danced with an electricity, reacting to just the lightest of her lover's touches. Her breasts were increasingly sensitive, sometimes to the point of pain; often to the point where pleasure and pain mixed. The responses were not lost on Bette. From the initial kisses, the tentative touches, came the urging to move things forward, to take things deeper. As if she really needed any such goading. Her level of desire was already coursing through her body, urging her to provide all possible manner of pleasures. Aiding in Bette's growing arousal was the sensual assault. The smells. The tastes. The featherlight touches followed by the more assertive touching, searching. The way the two of them moved in concert, a dance of intimacy and desire, of senses and satisfaction yet unfulfilled. Bette drove forward in her exploration. She was confident in the trust that she had been given and took all measures to safeguard that precious gift. It was almost too much for Tina. The way she was being treated, tempted, and teased. Hands carefully caressed those parts most likely to increase her arousal, such as inner thighs, the edges of her breasts, without actually addressing those parts in the most need. As her mouth was captured in another kiss, Tina let out a deep moan. She wanted to thrust her hips forward, to speed the resolution of her desire, but knew that her current state of pregnancy made such movements unprofitable. Instead, she moved into a position that they found had worked well for them. Kneeling, holding onto the headboard, Tina found that she had support, but an interesting range of freedom that she often felt eluded her when she was prone. With the other woman straddling her shoulders, Bette lay on her back. She made the most of this position, using her lips, her teeth, her tongue, letting herself fully enjoy the feeling of the other woman's core pressed into her face. One hand was used for supporting the other woman, as well as for exploration. Breasts, ass, mouth, thighs all easily within reach. With the other arm, Bette kept herself propped up, comfortable. She adjusted as needed to ensure the efficacy of her movements. Tina's breath caught as she moved closer and closer to her climax. At times she felt perhaps she came across as too demanding. Insatiable, even. But if her lover had a complaint about the frequency, she never voiced them. Instead, Tina had let herself grow in a steady confidence that not only did she desire intimacy, but she was desirable. She was wanted, physically. At a time when she was feeling like nothing but a growing sack of hormones, that feeling, that desirability worked upon Tina in a way that almost nothing else could. It would have been one thing if it was just sex, but the mutuality of the situation made it so much more. The shared need, the shared desire. Even the occasional shared orgasm, even though Tina found herself far more on the receiving end. This, too, seemed acceptable. At least, that's what was said whenever Tina broached the subject. Tongue concentrated on the clit, Bette knew from the movements, the reactions that it would not be long now. These were movements that she had practiced, had perfected, throughout her seven-year relationship, driving forward and backing off as needed. Extending and teasing when she wanted, or bringing on a quick close if that was instead her mood. The knowledge of what a woman needed, what she could do to drive a woman wild, gave Bette a level of confidence in the bedroom that matched her confidence in the other areas of her life. Tonight's performance was a master class in anticipation, and in teasing. Bette knew she was giving a virtuoso performance, enough to leave any woman clamoring for an encore. The mewing noises that Tina had been making were growing in nearness as well as volume. The crescendo, spurring forth her lover's movements, raised Tina to her peak. And, with practiced ease, she was sent crashing over the edge. Tina sat back, hands over her eyes, trying to even her breathing. She focused on that, bringing a sense of calm. Finally, able to move, she turned to her side and met her lover's mouth with a kiss. Outside, the sounds of the waves crashed against the beach. Across town, Bette brought her partner to climax. Nadia Meirtschin sat back on the bed, panting, before collapsing onto her back. Bette quietly arose, put her clothes on. Need sated, she left the apartment and headed towards her house. Back at the beachhouse, Tina lay on her side, leaning against Helena. She listened to the waves as she rested, knowing the night had just begun. (the end)

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