Till We Meet Again | A Bette-Tina Beginning Chapter 35

“YES….yes baby…OH….yeah, just like that, fuck me….Oh God! Tina’s gasps and moans enflamed Bette who just thrust harder and faster against Tina, bringing her to another mind-blowing orgasm.

Lighthearted and spent, Tina struggled to catch her breath after another passionate love-making session. She lay sprawled across Bette, the slender fingers buried inside her, shooting echoes of pleasure throughout her body. The blonde let out a soft whimper when Bette slowly eased her digits out. Exhausted, she placed lazy kisses on Bette, peppering her neck, collarbone, shoulders. Bette shuddered, instinctively wrapping both arms tightly around Tina. Neither wanted to speak and ruin the moment as they relished their union, drawing love and comfort from the closeness of their naked bodies, drifting off to a light sleep.

The 7am phone call came as a rude awakening. Half-asleep, Bette hunted for the offending noise blindly and almost smashed it to pieces.

“Do you know what time it is?” She rasped into the phone. Someone clearly had a death-wish.

Beside her, Tina groaned. Her body ached all over from the sweet surrender of the hours before. Her muscles, thoroughly worked, refused to move from over-exertion. Sometime during the early morning, they had both shifted in their sleep and she now lay spooning Bette under the covers, her one leg lazily flung over Bette’s.

“I am sorry for the early disturbance, but I thought you would like to know that Ms. Peabody will be leaving the hotel at 8:00 sharp for her board meetings. I just called her limo service for the arrangement so the tip is reliable.”

The line went dead and Bette was suddenly wide awake, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. So Tina was here to meet Helena. What happened between us last night was a fluke? By-chance? Distraction? Inappropriate? Am I simply a replacement for Helena? Or is this the final nail in the coffin, the final proof Tina and Helena needed to prove my infidelity to Alice? No, fuck, I can’t think like this. Tina wouldn’t. There has to be another explanation.

Tina groaned again when she noticed the time, trying to snuggle closer to her heaven, breaking Bette out of her thoughts. She kissed Bette on her collarbone and snuggled more tightly next to her, sighing with pure, unbridled contentment.

“Who was that babe?”

No, Tina loves me. I can see it, feel it in the way she touches me, kisses me, even looks at me with her beautiful hazel eyes. She doesn’t look at anyone else that way. She wants me as much as I want her. She loves me as much as I love her. Fuck, last night was so perfect.

Bette shifted and nestled Tina into her arms, caressing her back gently. Tina let out a small whimper of protest but settled comfortably against Bette, basking in her arms.

“The hotel receptionist wanted to tell you that Helena was leaving for some board meeting in an hour.”

Tina frowned in her sleep. It didn’t make sense. “What?” It was her turn to wake up and pay attention.

“What you just heard…” Bette mumbled.

“Bette, no. What EXACTLY did he say?” She turned Bette around to face her, determined to get to the bottom of this.

“I can’t remember verbatim but something about Ms. Peabody leaving at 8am sharp for board meetings and the tip being reliable because she is using the limo service that he arranged.”

“Right, okay, shit. That would be Peggy Peabody, babe.”

“You came here to see THE Peggy Peabody?” Bette gaped at Tina in wonder, who wrapped the bed sheet around herself, trying to make her way out of bed as modestly as possible.

“Yes. It is probably the only way to keep her daughter in check. Law enforcement is useless in this case, especially without hard evidence. If Peggy is not convinced, she would simply bribe the judge, jury and whoever else she needs to get Helena out of trouble.”

Where did Bette fling her clothes after taking them off last night? She blushed furiously at the memory of Bette doing so much more than just taking off her clothes, making love to her till the early hours of the morning.

“And you think she would listen to you?”

Bette eyed Tina curiously. Is she regretting what happened or just bashful this morning?

“I can do my best and hope for things to fall into place.” She finally spotted her jeans on the floor, pulling herself out of bed to pull them on, her creamy back completely exposed to Bette.

The artist swallowed her desires down at seeing Tina fully naked before her and frowned. “I think I should come along.”

“No, I can hold my own. You should catch some more sleep before your lecture at noon. You probably need it,” Tina smirked, not turning around and inwardly groaning at her own sore muscles.

Bette reached out and pulled her back on top of her.

Tina grimaced in pain at the sudden movement.

“Did I hurt you?” Concern etched her brows.

She shook her head and blushed. “I am just sore in some places.”

“We need to talk,” Bette pleaded seriously, trying not to pay attention to the blush that spread down Tina’s neck towards her very beautiful, tempting and luscious breasts. She mentally cursed herself, worried that Tina might shut her out after what happened last night.

“I know baby. But I promise I am not running away. I just need to take care of this for both of us.” She leaned down and kissed her softly.

“But…did you enjoy…I mean…last night” Bette was suddenly shy and lost for words.

Tina raised her brow and cocked her head to the side in mock disbelief. “Are you looking for praise Bette Porter?”

“It wouldn’t hurt…”

“I have no complaints,” Tina teased.

“T…” Bette pouted.

Tina sighed. She knew how insecure Bette was behind that arrogant exterior. She propped herself up against her, rubbing away the crease between her forehead, replacing her hand with her lips.

“Bette…listen to me…You were absolutely wonderful…(kiss)…You have opened my world to new frontiers and possibilities…(kiss)…I feel so secure, so loved (kiss)… I used to think something was wrong with me when I didn’t enjoy sex…but with you, I loved every moment (kiss) You made me cum so hard baby (kiss)…So many times (kiss)… I can no longer call myself straight, baby…(kiss) And it is all your fault (kiss) I love you so much Elizabeth Porter (kiss)…I love you (kiss)…I love you (kiss)…I love you (kiss)…”

Bette smiled with relief, kissing Tina back passionately.

“There’s just…one problem,” Tina stated breaking the kiss, gasping for some air.

“What?”

“I may never look at women in the same way,” she smiled.

“You had better not,” Bette grinned back.

Bette flipped them over, her kisses turning more deep and passionate. “Baby you also rocked my world, turned it upside-down, then inside-out.” She cupped her face, placing soft kisses on her jaw-line. She needed to have Tina again. And again.

Tina moaned in response, her desire escalating.

“Bette I need to go now…”
She gasped as Bette cupped her breasts, gently massaging her unbearably sensitive nipples.

“We have some time before 8. It’s only 7:10.”
Bette reasoned, taking an earlobe into her mouth and sucking to a rhythm that had Tina steadily losing control.

“That’s not nearly enough…”
The blonde managed to mumble, and then lost her stream of thought when Bette moved to expertly nip her neck.

Bette ignored her, feeling the jump in her blood when she pressed her lips to her pulse point. “Baby, your heartbeat is quickening. Where else can you feel it? Show me.”

“Bette…” Tina whimpered with pleasured and groaned in protest at the same time. Her nipples begged for attention, body was betraying her mind.

“Mmmm…you are so hard for me,” Bette grinned satisfied as she took one hard nipple into her mouth, scraping it with her teeth, as she lovingly fondled and caressed the other.

“Baby…I need…”

“Shhh… I know. Don’t worry about anything. Just feel me all over your body, touching you, kissing you, wanting you. Feel my tongue loving you, my lips caressing you, my mouth worshipping you.”

Her throat dry, Tina could only whimper in response, running her fingers through her hair, as Bette created yet another burning ache in her.

“Are you hard for me somewhere else baby?” Bette purred into her ear, slowly grinding her hips into Tina. She trailed her hand down her stomach, towards her mound, slowly and deliberately.

“Bette…” Tina moaned. “Please don’t tease…just take me…” she gasped out, fingernails raking the sheet, her body arching and aching for Bette to fill her again.

“Your wish is my command.”

Her rich hair slid over Tina’s stomach and curved hips, as she dipped lower, coming to the center of her heat. Their gazes met, aroused and desperate. Bette caught her thighs and spread her wider, smiling sensually at Tina before she bent her head and drank her essence.

Bette made love to her like a woman possessed. She licked, lapped, massaged, and speared her with her tongue, scraped with her teeth, driving into Tina with her fingers, drawing up the hot cream from her center, pushing her closer to her release.

Tina was hit with so many sensations. She couldn’t sort them out. She didn’t have to, since the totality was richer and better than anything she had ever experienced. One moment fingers were tweaking her nipples, making her cry out with excruciating pain and pleasure. Then the fingers were stroking the inside of her thighs, parting her soft, sensitive folds, exploring, arousing and massaging her essence. Then she felt a mouth sucking her swollen clit, and a finger slowly entering her. Next she felt two sliding into her, tongue darting back and forth on her clit and picking up speed. She could feel her toes tingling, knees bucking, hips trashing, chest heaving and hear her own cries growing louder with each thrust inside her, each time she felt a lingering lick, small bite, hard stab or soothing tongue on her clit.

“I can’t stand it…,” she gasped digging her fingers of one hand into the mattress while using the other hand to push Bette more deeply into her, lifting her body off the bed and bucking hard.

Bette devoured her like a gourmet dish. She slid out her fingers out of Tina momentarily, grabbing her hips, nails digging into flesh, and buried her tongue inside her swollen liquid folds, tongue-fucking her sweet spot relentlessly until an orgasmic flood had Tina crying out her name.

“Are you alright?” Bette asked hoarsely, concerned, as she felt Tina go limp against her. She stilled her movements coming up to kiss Tina, who protested underneath her slick body, needing and wanting Bette again.

“Never felt better baby! Please don’t stop,” she murmured against her lips, kissing Bette again and again, tasting herself and holding on tightly as Bette entered her again with renewed strength and vigor.

“What about Peggy Peabody?”

“Ah fuck the Peabodys…”

Bette grimaced. “I would rather not.”

Tina peeked at the clock. 7:25. “We have time.”

“God, you are insatiable,” Bette gasped out.

“Ah, only for you, baby.” Tina managed between moans, pleasure wrecking through her body again.