Page 79 of For the Record
The blindfold went over her eyes, shielding her vision almost completely. Sawyer fastened it before dropping her hands away again. It wasn't the first time she’d been blindfolded,so she wasn’t so much apprehensive as she was excited. The anticipation of where fingers or kisses might land was such a turn-on for Coy that she was already wet with arousal.
“So patient,” Sawyer commented, the huskiness in her voice startling Coy. There was the sound of a seal breaking on the bottle, followed by the low gurgle of wine being poured. Seconds later, a sweet, heady aroma filled the air around Coy, and she inhaled deeply. “Do you like that?”
Coy licked her lips, nodding.
“Use your words, darling.”
Sawyer’s natural ability to dominate was one of the sexiest things about her, and it lit Coy’s body on fire. “Yes, Mist—” Fuck, they really needed to think of a unique pet name for this situation. “Sweetheart,” she finished as heat crept up her cheeks.
“Good catch.” The tip of the wine glass rested against Coy’s lips, Sawyer’s other hand at the nape of her neck. “Tilt your head back slowly, darling.”
As Coy did as instructed, Sawyer continued, a hint of resignation now in her voice. “Frankie was your mistress, and I’m not her. Please don’t make that slip up again.”
“Of course. I’m sorry,” Coy mumbled. She was hot, as if the temperature in the bathroom had gone up.
“Do you wish I was more like her?”
Coy shook her head so fast, her face knocked the wine glass. “No, sweetheart. You’reexactlywhat I need. The only one I want.”
“So you say.”
There was a smile to her tone now, of that Coy was certain. She grinned, pleased she’d given an acceptable answer. She heard the softclinkof the wine glass as Sawyer set it down on the tile and then the splash of water. Coy gasped when Sawyer’s hands landed on her thighs.
“Now comes the washing part,” Sawyer murmured, and Coy yelped when she nipped her shoulder. Sawyer’s low chuckle was possibly the most seductive thing Coy had ever heard. “Try to relax, darling.”
Relax, of course. She could do that. Coy was a master relaxer when there was a beautiful and very naked woman behind her. Naked, with breasts and nipples made for tongues and teeth …
“If you want to reach the part where I’m fucking you, I suggest you let me wash you first and quit trying to guide my hand to your pussy.”
A groan slipped out, but Coy pulled her hand away. Hell, she hadn’t even realized she’d tried taking control of the situation. That wasn’t like her.
“That’s more like it,” Sawyer crooned as Coy leaned back against her torso. It was an incredibly intimate feeling, cradled in Sawyer’s arms and nestled between her legs. As the washcloth slowly moved over her body, Coy’s thoughts drifted to earlier that day, to the last two days without Sawyer. The confusion and misery of being rejected.
“I didn’t like when you were avoiding me,” she admitted in a low voice. The washcloth paused, and Coy rushed to add, “After that night when I told you I loved you. And after I woke you from that nightmare. I can respect your space without you needing to ghost me altogether.”
It was silent in the bathroom for several heartbeats, and then the washcloth dipped into the water again. “You’re right. I’m sorry, darling.” Sawyer gave Coy’s hand a light squeeze. “I’ll do better next time.”
“Thank you.”
Sawyer continued washing her, announcing a few minutes later that they were done and to scoot ahead. Coy did as she was told, groaning in pleasure as Sawyer’s hands kneaded hershoulders. By the time they left the tub, her muscles were looser, and she was deliciously content.
“Are you comfortable keeping the blindfold on?”
“Oh, yes, thank you.” Coy nodded, a silly grin forming when Sawyer walked them naked back to her bed. The moment the backs of her legs touched the mattress, Sawyer’s mouth was on hers. Coy moaned into her parted lips, her nipples hardening with the languid swipe of Sawyer’s tongue.
Oh, goddess.
She was everywhere, the taste and smell of the wine mixed with Sawyer’s scented soaps and body oil making Coy lightheaded. Her skin felt tight, and her clit ached with the kind of urgency only a great orgasm could satiate.
“You’re mine,” Sawyer husked, capturing Coy’s bottom lip gently between her teeth. She tugged, and another burst of arousal coursed through Coy.
“Yes.”
“You’re mine to toy with, to use, correct?”
Sawyer’s hand wrapped around Coy’s throat, and she gasped. “Y-yes, sweetheart. I trust you.”
“Good, darling.” With her hand still partially blocking Coy’s airway, Sawyer gave her a slight push so that she fell on the bed. “Get on the bed for me with your back touching the headboard. I want to see you.”