Page 66 of Love and Cherish

Doing as she was told, Cherish kept her eyes closed while Haylee tied the scarf around her eyes. Which one had she chosen? The dark maroon one? Or the white one with green leaves? There were so many options, but Cherish suspected that Haylee would have gone for one of the darker options. The mattress dipped again, Haylee’s knee against Cherish’s hip.

“Say bingo if you want it off.”

“Yes,” Cherish answered, instinctively knowing she had to verbally give a response.

“Even though you’re blindfolded, I still expect you to talk.”

“Of course.” Cherish threw her hands over her head, wishing Haylee had tied her up. Perhaps that was left for a second experience together, when they understood the way each of them moved and thought better. “I’m ready, Haylee.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Haylee didn’t wait. She kissed a trail down Cherish’s body. The brush of her hair sent tendrils sparking through Cherish.

Cherish was sure that Haylee had questions, that she wanted to know why it was so hard for her to come, why she couldn’t just relax and let go. Because if she did manage to do that, then sex would be so much better. A drink or two in her body and she could reach that pinnacle faster. But tonight they’d gone straight from the office to here, from one naked tango to another.

Cherish gasped.

Haylee licked her firmly and slowly. Haylee hummed, settling on her belly between Cherish’s legs. Not being able to see was everything Cherish had needed. She had to focus on just the touch, on the sensations rippling through her, where her body reacted, and unfortunately, where it still lay dormant. Haylee flicked her clit just like she had her nipple. But Cherish didn’t physically respond.

She knew that was what Haylee was looking for, but there was nothing she could do about it, except fake it. And Haylee had only ever asked for one thing from her, and that was something Cherish was going to give her no matter what.

Authenticity.

Haylee moved away from her clit, scraping her teeth ever so slightly down the inside of Cherish’s thighs, one right after the other. Then she soothed the scrape with the flat of her tongue. Cherish relaxed, her shoulders sinking even more into the mattress. She reached up behind her, finding a pillow and grasping onto it.

With practiced precision, Haylee wrapped her arms around Cherish’s thighs, raised her hips up, and covered Cherish’s clit with her mouth. She teased, she licked, she sucked, she flicked. Cherish took slow deep breaths. If she could just concentrate, then this would be good for both of them. But this kind of focus was never her strong suit.

Cherish gnawed on her lip, lifting her knees up higher and spreading her legs wider. Haylee reached up, covering Cherish’s breasts with her hands, rolling Cherish’s nipples with her thumbs. Cherish grunted. Was this really working?

She chased the feelings through her body, trying to nail them down so she could let them build. But it was so hard to find them. Still, Haylee didn’t stop, and from the sounds she was making, it was as if she was enjoying herself. Suddenly, Haylee stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Cherish said, her voice unexpectedly breathy.

“You’re not talking.”

“I’m not…really feeling much.”

“That’s helpful to know, Cherry.” Haylee kissed her thigh before diving back in. She shifted, getting her arm up under her so that she could insert two fingers into Cherish. It was slow at first, but then it went faster. Harder. Firmer.

Cherish clenched her eyes shut under the blindfold. She held as still as possible. “That’s closer.”

Haylee moved away slightly. “Will you let me try something?”

“Try what?”

“Let me put a finger in your ass.”

“I…” Cherish trailed off. No one had ever. She wasn’t even sure she could wrap her mind around that.

“It’s fine if you don’t want that. I just know that sometimes it can help. I’ll let you think about it. You tell me what you want.” And with that Haylee’s mouth was on her again.

Cherish’s mind whirred with the possibilities. Haylee added a third finger, the pressure between her legs distinct. That had been a way Cherish had gotten there in the past. Would it be that much better with Haylee fingering her ass?

“Do it,” Cherish ordered.

Haylee didn’t move right away. She took her time, sliding fingers from both hands into her pussy. Cherish’s chest tightened with anticipation. This had to work, right? It was something so different, so new, that perhaps this would be exactly what Cherish needed.

She groaned when Haylee pressed a wet thumb against her ass. But Haylee didn’t push inside her yet. She rubbed back and forth, teasing the very sensitive skin. Cherish’s nipples tightened even more than they were before—but this time Cherish knew it was from anticipation and arousal.

One finger.

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