Page 63 of Love and Cherish

“Okay.” Haylee bit back another denial to have Cherish stop anything as the burning in Cherish’s eyes grew serious. “Okay. I will.”

“Good.”

Cherish didn’t wait for any more words as their lips met again. Furious, fast, passionate. Haylee could barely keep up. All of her senses were surrounded by Cherish. The scent of Cherish’s light perfume, the feel of Cherish’s fingers against Haylee’s thighs, between her legs, the warm brush of breath against Haylee’s hardened nipples—it was all Cherish.

“Please.” She groaned as Cherish took one nipple into her mouth while her thumb and index finger rolled the other, pinching slightly. “Oh please, Cherry.”

“Please?”

Haylee’s body jerked. “Fuck me.”

Cherish laughed and grazed her teeth over Haylee’s nipple. This was such a damn tease. Haylee moaned and pushed her hips up from the desk, desperately searching for the pressure of Cherish’s body against her.

Cherish took her time, but Haylee felt the occasional chuckle against her skin as Cherish made a path of kisses between her breasts and over the gentle swell of her stomach. Haylee lost herself in every single touch. Nothing in this moment was about anything other than the two of them. Soon the kisses were interspersed with licks and nips.

Haylee tangled her hand in Cherish’s hair, and small moans echoed up every time she tugged on the strands. A little thrill ran through her as she waited with anticipation for whatever Cherish would do next. Cherish moved lower, kissing the insides of Haylee’s thighs before pressing them open a little wider and covering Haylee’s swollen clit with her mouth.

Haylee gasped.

Fireworks exploded, and Haylee struggled to keep up with the moment and every touch. Cherish sucked and swirled her tongue. Haylee pushed Cherish’s face between her legs before letting up, not wanting to smother her. Cherish wrapped her arms around Haylee’s hips and pushed in tighter.

“Fuck,” Haylee muttered, barely able to hold herself together. She rocked her hips against Cherish’s mouth as she got closer to orgasm. All those dreams, all those thoughts, were nothing compared to the real thing.

When Cherish’s fingers slipped into her, what little restraint Haylee retained left her in screams, bucking hips against Cherish’s hand and mouth. Words of pleasure morphed into unintelligible sounds. Haylee was far too caught in the waves of her orgasm to be embarrassed or self-conscious of her actions. She came loud and hard and fell back heavily against the desk.

Cherish flicked her tongue over Haylee’s clit one more time, causing Haylee to shudder, before she shuffled back to her feet, her fingers still inside Haylee, riding out the throbbing and pulsing aftershocks.

The awkward tension Haylee expected between them didn’t appear, and when she opened her eyes, Cherish watched her curiously. Haylee slowed her breathing, her skin cooling, and she glanced down between her legs, Cherish’s fingers still knuckle deep in her—like they belonged there. And Haylee wasn’t about to tell her to move either.

“Wow.” Haylee smiled, a slight shake to her head.

Cherish leaned in and kissed her, slow, tender, loving. Haylee’s heart fluttered as she tasted herself on Cherish’s lips.

When Cherish pulled away, she stayed close, her lips brushing against Haylee’s. “That’s what I like to hear.”

“I, well…” Haylee struggled to string words together. Then she just gave up. There were no words to describe this.

Cherish laughed and gently eased herself out of Haylee. She licked her fingers clean before bending down to snag Haylee’s clothes. Haylee still hadn’t moved, her mind a whir of everything that had just happened, everything she’d wanted and more.

“This isn’t how I expected the evening to go,” Haylee finally said.

“No?” Cherish asked, fake innocence in her wide eyes belied by the smirk and swollen lips she couldn’t hide.

“No, not at all.”

“Are you complaining?” Cherish challenged, but the chuckle in her voice told Haylee she wasn’t serious.

“Oh.” Haylee still struggled to catch her breath. “No complaints at all. But the night hasn’t ended yet.”

“Oh really?” Cherish handed Haylee’s clothes over.

“Really.” Haylee risked the strength of her legs and pushed off the desk.

“I like the sound of that.” Cherish spoke around a smile before Haylee wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into her embrace while her other hand found Cherish’s breast through her clothes.

twenty-one

Cherish pulled the button on her blazer as soon as she stepped outside of her home office. Had she expected tonight to go this direction? Absolutely. Was it terrifying at first? For sure. But as she pulled apart her blazer and dropped it to the floor, she felt nothing of that fear and trepidation she’d expected.

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