She didn't need to be asked twice. There was something so exhilarating about the way Sheryl looked at her body. She'd always loved the little buzz of excitement she felt when she caught her stealing a glance. It wasn't like the mindless lust she'd experienced from men since she was a teenager, and it wasn't always at the 'obvious' parts of her body. Sheryl looked at the nape of her neck and the small of her back with the same longing desire as she did her breasts and her thighs.
She'd known on some level they would end up like this tonight. Had she manifested it? Possibly - from the moment she'd spoken to Christine she known all she needed was an opportunity to prove to Sheryl how much she meant to her and within hours it had fallen into her lap. When she'd slipped away from the chaos to freshen up, she'd taken the opportunity to change into something Sheryl would like.
Starting from the bottom with her eyes still fixed on Sheryl, she began to unbutton her blouse. Sheryl watched as her slender fingers twisted in the white chiffon, smiling inwardly as more and more of the silk, blush-colored slip she was wearing underneath became visible.
She paused at the last button, leaving it straining to contain her breasts as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. Before she could stop her, Sheryl had leant forward, hooking a single finger under the button and expertly flicking it open before sinking back with a look of satisfaction in response to Stevie's shock.
"What? You were taking too long. It was...frustrating."
"Oh, I'm sorry. If you've somewhere else to be...?" She made to fasten the blouse again, a twinkle in her eye as she gauged Sheryl's reaction.
"No! No, no. Just...I've been dreaming about this body for months and I can't handle it too much longer," she whined.
Stevie immediately shrugged the blouse off and it seemed to melt into a puddle on the floor. Sheryl bit her lip as she drank in the sight of Stevie's hardened nipples, peaks in the shimmering silk. They were thrust forward as she reached behind her to unzip her skirt, revealing bare legs as it, too, fell to the floor.
She stepped forward out of the skirt and without wasting another moment climbed onto the chair to straddle Sheryl. They shared a smile before their lips met in a passionate, almost bruising kiss.
They only broke away when Sheryl realized Stevie was crying once again.
"What's wrong?" Her voice was a concerned whisper.
"Never again. I'm never losing you again."
"I know. Never."
They kissed again, Stevie's hands in Sheryl's hair as Sheryl's roamed Stevie's body, reminding herself of every curve, drawing responses as she clutched and stroked every part she knew would get a reaction. Reaching up her back, she once again wound her fingers into Stevie's hair, lightly pulling her head back and planting kisses along the exposed collar bone.
Stevie gasped as Sheryl bit and sucked the sensitive spot on her neck, rolling her hips against her in response. As she did so, Sheryl felt the wetness on her thigh and smirked as she realized Stevie wasn't wearing underwear.
"You've been sitting here -" She mumbled between sucking and biting, "this whole - time - with all these - people - nothing on - like a little - slut?"
"Mm-hm...oh, god..." Sheryl had lifted her leg and was grinding it against her. Releasing the grip on her hair she ran her hands up Stevie's thighs, under the slip and onto her hips where she gripped and held her in place.
She watched as the color rose in Stevie's cheeks and her eyes fluttered closed. Stevie anchored herself by grabbing the back of the chair and matched Sheryl's rhythm, moaning wordlessly as she rocked back and forth.
It had been so long. She was close...
Sheryl stopped abruptly and Stevie's eyes snapped open. She was panting slightly.
"Wh-why?"
"Not yet." She kissed her and indicated she wanted Stevie to get up, which she did. Sheryl led her over to the middle of the room, onto a large Persian rug. Here. Lie down."
Again, Stevie obeyed without question. Sheryl padded out of the room and Stevie heard her going upstairs. Still confused, she lay in silence until Sheryl returned, clutching a bottle and some kind of black material.
"Do you trust me?"
"What -"
"Do you?"
"Of course."
"Then give me your hands." Sheryl was now kneeling on the floor beside her. Stevie offered her hands and Sheryl tied what she could now recognise as a black stocking around one wrist, before looping the material around the leg of a nearby coffee table and around the other hand.
This effectively forced Stevie's hands up above her head. She felt vulnerable, exposed, and incredibly turned on. Sheryl smiled reassuringly before taking the second stocking and tying it gently but securely over Stevie's eyes.
There was a stillness for a moment as Sheryl looked at Stevie's form beneath her. The slip had ridden up and Stevie was instinctively trying, and failing, to wriggle it back down over her hips to cover herself. Sheryl leant down to her ear and stilled her with a hand on her stomach.
"It's ok. Trust me."
