Page 80 of For the Record
Coy did as she was told, fumbling a little as she scooted further onto the mattress. She felt around for the pillows, nestling in between them before leaning against the headboard. The room was silent, save for the consistent pattering of raindrops hitting the large bay window. Coy strained to hear Sawyer, wondering where she was and what she was doing. Her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips.
The bed dipped, and Coy started at the husky voice close to her ear. Shivers raced down her spine. “I knew the bandanas you leave around my house would come in handy,”
Coy barely had time to register what she meant before Sawyer was pinning one of her wrists to the headboard. She sucked in a breath as Sawyer secured first one wrist and then the other with fabric.
“Is that too tight?”
Coy shook her head, squirming on the bed as another wave of arousal hit her. “No, I like it.”
“Excellent.”
Sawyer was so close, close enough to touch, to have her kiss Coy again, but when Coy turned her head and puckered her lips, soft laughter rang out.
“Eager, are we, darling? Test the restraints. See if you can reach me.”
Coy pulled, but just hard enough to know she could get free if she wanted to, and let out a little whine. “Sawyer, I need you.”
“Mm-hmm, I can see that.”
Coy gasped as Sawyer’s warm hands landed on her thighs. She spread them apart, scraping her nails along the sensitive skin.
“Mon dieu, Chérie. Is this all for me?” Sawyer husked, and Coy groaned as a long finger slid into her drenched pussy.
“Fuck,” she hissed, bucking her hips, searching for more, but Sawyer was already retreating. “Yes. I need more, please.”
Sawyer tsked, “Not so fast. You’ll come at my pace, darling, or not at all. Would you like that? For me to tease and tease, only for you not to come in the end?”
“No,” Coy choked, and an image of her horny and uncomfortable all night flashed through her mind. She squeezed her legs together in an attempt to stave off some of the building tension. Her clit throbbed in response.
“I have a better idea.” Sawyer’s finger appeared against Coy’s closed mouth, demanding entrance. Coy opened, and she dipped her finger in. “But first, clean up this mess you made.”
Oh, my fucking goddess. Coy’s eyes rolled back in her head as she closed her lips over Sawyer’s finger, sucking her juices off with a lustful fervor.
“Calisse, darling, your tongue feels like silk against my skin,” Sawyer whispered, so close to Coy’s ear that the warmth of her breath caused an uncontrollable shudder to pass through her. “Lie down flat on the bed. Can you do that, restrained as you are?”
“Yes.” Coy felt the bed shift again as Sawyer stood up. She took a deep breath, savoring the lingering scents surrounding Sawyer, before shimmying down further on the mattress. The position change tightened the restraints, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
“Your biceps are delicious. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to see you tied up? At my mercy? I’ve dreamt of it.”
Coy whimpered, thrusting her pelvis up, silently pleading for Sawyer to fuck her. Still, Sawyer wasn’t having it. She was enjoying this, taking control, basking in Coy’s attention. A person didn’t restrain someone to their bed if a part of them didn’t also get off on it.
The mattress dipped again. Coy held her breath, waiting, eager as all hell for Sawyer to take her in her mouth. She was pleasantly surprised, however, when Sawyer straddled Coy’s torso instead. “I’ve been researching ways women pleasure each other,” Sawyer murmured, scratching her nails down Coy’s arms and making her shiver again. “Tell me, darling. Is the idea of me sitting on your face pleasing to you?”
“Fuck, yes,” Coy ground out, sucking in a sharp breath when Sawyer tweaked her nipples. She panted. “Please, sweetheart, I’m desperate for you.”
Another tweak to her nipples, and then Sawyer sucked one into her mouth. Coy gasped, every single one of her nerve endings coming alive under the blindfold. Everything was so muchmorewhen she couldn’t rely on her sight and touch. She was practically vibrating by the time Sawyer’s thighs slid under her restrained arms and her pussy brushed her parted lips. Coy’s tongue darted out, her own sex clenching as she got her first taste of Sawyer that night.Utter bliss.
“That’s it, darling.” Sawyer was breathless as Coy licked and sucked, and then Sawyer’s fingers were sinking into Coy’s hair to unravel the tangled braid. “God, yes.”
Coy grinned, gasping again when Sawyer pulled her hair. Sexual tension coursed through her, its buildup almost to its peak. She took a deep breath to calm herself, knowing she couldn’t come just yet. Some of Sawyer’s arousal trickled down her cheek, but Coy didn’t slow. She alternated between thorough licks and gentle sucks on Sawyer’s clit, twirling her tongue around the swollen bud like it was a tasty morsel she wanted to savor.
“M-McCoy, oh. It’s coming. I-I can’t—” Sawyer jerked slightly away, her breaths sounding ragged from where Coy lay underneath her.
“You can,” Coy encouraged, turning her head to nuzzle Sawyer’s leg. “You’re in control here, not me, sweetheart. Just let your body relax and trust that I’ll catch you.”
“I do. I trust you, darling.” Sawyer’s voice still held a higher note, but seconds later, the addicting scent of her pussy was once again filling Coy’s nostrils. Coy inhaled her deeply, craning her face up, searching for its source.
“Sawyer,please.”