Stevie had tried to see and although the material was thin, it was impossible to open her eyes properly so she had accepted the complete loss of control and relaxed. Sheryl felt the deep, steady breaths under her hand and began to inch the silk slip further up her body.
Stevie shivered slightly in anticipation. Her senses were so heightened even the silk tickling her skin as Sheryl slowly pulled it up her stomach was driving her wild. She held her breath as she waited for her breasts to be exposed but suddenly Sheryl stopped. Her whimper of frustration caught in her throat and turned to a gasp of shock as she felt something cold trickle down her stomach to her navel.
The smell of almond drifted up to her and she remembered the bottle that had been in Sheryl's hand. She jolted slightly at Sheryl's touch, hands back on her stomach and beginning to rub the oil into her skin.
"So all that time, with all those people here, is this what you were thinking about?" She was firmly rolling her hands across Stevie's stomach, watching the lamplight catching the sheen as Stevie breathed and twisted into her touch.
"Well, honestly, maybe not exactly this...I'm not complaining at all but it's a little unexpected."
She felt more oil being added.
"Oh, I see, you thought it was going to be more like -" she suddenly slipped a hand down between Stevie's thighs, the oil making it easy for her to slide a finger between her lips and push against her swollen clit. Stevie jerked violently and cried out.
Sheryl once again leant down to Stevie's ear as she moved her hand away.
"All in good time, baby. You have to learn not to tease me..."
Stevie bit her lip as the massage continued. It was heaven and torture in equal parts. The sensation only intensified as Sheryl turned her attention to her breasts. She twitched as the material of the slip was brushed over her nipples.
"Do you want me to touch them?"
"Yes."
"Hm?"
"Please." It was a desperate hiss. Her hands vainly twisted against the stocking. This was all becoming unbearable.
Stevie gave a breathless growl of satisfaction as she felt Sheryl's mouth on her, tongue flicking against her painfully hard nipple. She arched her back and cried out as a shock ripped through her when teeth sank into her soft skin.
She wanted to reach down and touch her, and to look at her. Being unable to respond to her as she normally would felt so unnatural. She had no choice but to experience her own physical responses to what was happening rather than thinking about Sheryl's pleasure, which would normally be her sole focus.
After what seemed like several blissful minutes, Sheryl turned her attention away from Stevie's breasts and once again moved down her body.
Finally. She was aching. The heat radiating from her was almost painful. Her heart began to race and Sheryl watched her chest begin to rise and fall rapidly.
"Sheryl -" her voice was a sob as once again she was left hanging on a cliff edge. Sheryl had instead taken more oil and was rubbing it into Stevie's hips and thighs.
"It will be so worth it baby. Trust me." The massage did feel good, Stevie couldn't deny it. She purred as Sheryl ran her hands down from her narrow waist to her wide, rounded hips. "I can't get enough of your body. You're perfect."
She moved around and gently nudged Stevie's legs as an indication for her to open them. Stevie was happy to oblige, raising her knees and spreading them wide apart. She once again bit her lip in anticipation as she felt Sheryl settle between her thighs.
"Oh, fuck!" Sheryl smiled at the primal growl as she slid two fingers deep inside her. She felt hot and tight and wet and Sheryl knew in that instant the gamble of teasing her for so long had paid off - she was about to take her to a level of pleasure she'd never known.
Stevie immediately started grinding down onto the fingers that were rhythmically fucking her. It had been months since anyone had touched her. Not since Lindsey...she easily pushed the unwanted memory out of her mind. That frantic, urgent sex she had grown so used to was nothing like this: her whole body felt alive and electric.
Sheryl increased the intensity and she felt the pressure building. Stevie cried out wordlessly as she used her other hand to stimulate her clit, stroking around it in a way she knew could take Stevie to the edge and hold her there. She wanted to see how much she could take.
The trembling warmth that had started in Stevie's thighs was now radiating through her. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably as she writhed hopelessly against the bindings on her wrists. She was beyond words now, all she could muster was a continual desperate groan, punctuated with cries and gasps at the electric-like shocks when Sheryl touched a particularly sensitive spot.
"Do you want to come?"
Stevie could only whimper in response. She felt like she was floating. Of course she wanted to come. It was all she could think about. It felt like her only reason for existing in this moment. Her entire body was waiting for the release she needed.
"Come for me." She lazily brushed a thumb over Stevie's clit as she said it and the effect was instantaneous. Stevie screamed from the pit of her soul as her body bucked wildly. Her walls clamped tightly on Sheryl's still pounding fingers as wave after wave of her orgasm crashed into her. Her closed eyes rolled back and she cried out again as she felt Sheryl's tongue lapping at the liquid surging out of her with every convulsion.
It seemed to last minutes when in reality it was no more than a few seconds, but Stevie clung to every delicious moment of it. When it was finally over, she curled up, sobbing as Sheryl moved to free her wrists and uncover her eyes.
She looked up at Sheryl's smiling face, stars still dancing across her vision. She smiled weakly back at her before passing out, as Sheryl wrapped herself around her still trembling frame. She kissed her lightly before closing her eyes.
It was just the two of them in the whole world, and nothing else mattered.
