CHAPTER SIX

Bette Porter was sitting on her expensive sofa, contemplating the past few months, a glass of red wine in her hand. She had just allowed herself to sit back and relax when she heard footsteps coming from the direction of the bathroom. A small smile tugged at her lips. This was the first time that they were spending time at her ridiculously large loft, but it already felt completely right.

A few seconds later, her favourite blonde stood before her in nothing but a soft, white bathrobe. The belt was loose so that the upper part fell open, exposing the swell of her breasts. Bette swallowed and blindly put her glass of wine away, her eyes taking in the sight before her greedily. She opened her arms and Tina readily straddled her lap.

No words were exchanged as Bette’s hands found their way to Tina’s sides, moving downwards as she pulled her even closer. Bette’s mouth found Tina’s neck instantly. One hand moved over to her stomach, her fingers pressing into the soft skin. Her other hand went upwards and cupped a breast. She momentarily let go to push the bathrobe back until it falls on the floor with a soft thud.

A soft, deep moan escapes Tina’s throat when she feels Bette’s lips wrap themselves around an already erect nipple. She throws her head back and enjoys the sensations. When she feels the tip of Bette’s tongue, she can’t help but buck her hips into the brunette.

Bette smiles and steadies her hands on Tina’s hips to prevent them from moving. She lets one hand slip to the blonde’s sex and cups it with a devilish smirk.

“Bette…” Tina breathed. The wetness was seeping through her thick folds. Bette moved her middle finger upwards over her slit, barely applying pressure but enough to get Tina going. Tina instinctively pressed her hips down to enforce the sensation, but Bette wasn’t planning on letting the blonde take charge. She only relented by pushing her finger through the folds and letting it slide from the bottom to the top in one quick, swift motion, ending at her clit and immediately pulling it out again.

“Bette! Fuck,” Tina spat. “I want you to fuck me now so stop fooling around.”