Stevie's eyes sprung open in surprise for a moment before quickly returning the kiss, still gripping Sheryl's hand whilst the other reached up to hold her face. Her heart leapt and tears began to form as the familiar taste and smell and feel of Sheryl came flooding back to her.
Sheryl smiled as Stevie's tongue lightly flicked across her lips. She moaned slightly as she opened her mouth and met the probing tongue with her own, dropping Stevie's hand to snake an arm around her, firmly grabbing her ass through her skirt.
"God, baby, I missed you," Sheryl breathed as she broke the kiss for a moment.
"I want you," Stevie mumbled into her neck before lightly sinking her teeth into her pulse point, sucking gently and drawing a gasp from the woman in her arms. "Let me have you."
Sheryl thought she might collapse just at her words. They had come so far from that first nervous kiss in New York. Like this, Stevie was barely recognisable. She snatched another kiss before Stevie pulled the tank top over her head and immediately began to roughly flick her tongue over her nipple. Sheryl gasped and twitched involuntarily in response, allowing Stevie to lower her back into the armchair behind her.
Stevie continued to stimulate the now hard peak as she expertly unfastened Sheryl's jeans and helped her shimmy out of them. She now found herself kneeling in front of her, tracing her fingers lightly of the damp fabric of Sheryl's underwear before hooking her fingers through the waistband and slipping them down her supple thighs and onto the floor.
Finally detaching herself from Sheryl's breast, she glanced up at her hungrily before gently yet firmly pushing her knees apart, far enough apart that Sheryl found herself hooking one leg over the arm of the chair. She felt obscenely exposed like this but she didn't care as she felt Stevie's warm breath, so close to her aching core.
Reaching down, she ran a hand through Stevie's hair, tucking it behind her ear as once again Stevie looked up at her, dragging her fingertips out from Sheryl's knees in to her hips and up to her waist. She rolled her eyes and groaned in frustration as Stevie giggled before planting a row of light kisses along her thigh.
"You're teasing me."
"Mm-hm." She flashed her a wicked grin and deliberately hesitated before moving to the other thigh.
"Stevie..."
"Mm-hm?"
"You better stop it." She spoke through gritted teeth.
"Oh...stop it?" She pulled away and sat back on her haunches, eyes wide with feigned innocence. Sheryl's own eyes, which she had closed in anticipation, snapped open and swivelled down to look at Stevie in shock as she realized what she'd said. "Ok, I've stopped it now."
"No!" Another frustrated groan before she raised a knowing eyebrow. Towards the end of their relationship, they had begun to explore new sexual dynamics. This had been Stevie's favorite game. "You are testing my patience. You need to do as you are told or we're going to have a problem. Understand?"
Stevie shrugged and pouted as she played along, fighting the rising color in her cheeks as she felt herself becoming uncomfortably wet. Sheryl's legs were still splayed in front of her, and resisting the urge to bury her face in the now glistening folds inches away from her was almost physically painful, but she knew giving in would spoil the fun.
"Ok. You wanna play games? We can play games."
Unhooking her leg from the chair arm, she edged forwards in the seat until she could feel the heat of Stevie's quickening breath against her breasts. Stevie was staring resolutely forward, not giving into the temptatation to react.
Without warning, Sheryl reached behind Stevie's neck and wrapped a handful of thick blonde hair between her fingers, pulling it down and forcing Stevie's face to tilt up until it was inches from her own.
Their eyes locked together and Sheryl lightly ran her fingers down Stevie's exposed throat before grabbing it, just tightly enough to elicit a gasp. Knowing exactly how far to take it, Sheryl relaxed her grip for a second before squeezing again, a little tighter this time, restricting Stevie's involuntary moan of pleasure.
She let go of Stevie's throat and instead gently held her face, dragging a thumb over her parted lips before pushing it into her mouth. Stevie reflexively closed her mouth around the thumb and sucked, maintaining her eye contact as she flicked and swirled her tongue against it.
Sheryl smiled as felt teeth sink lightly into her thumb when she withdrew it and leant back in the chair. Stevie returned the smile as she waited patiently to see what would happen next. She was utterly, blissfully at Sheryl's mercy by now.
"Stand up."
She rose silently and gracefully to her feet. A pause as Sheryl's eyes roamed over her.
"Strip."
