Fair warning, this is smutty. Skip over if you would like. There are some nuances that you might miss if you do so but no major plot losses, so do whatever makes you comfortable.
Ride....
"Fuuuuuck, Cheryl. That feels amazing."
The words were spoken lazily, a gruff drawl followed by a high-pitched sigh.
It literally made Cheryl sweat.
She was sat on top of the back of Toni's thighs, as Toni lay face down on her bed with her arms tucked securely under the pillow which held her head, massaging her hands up and down Toni's bare back in rhythmic circles.
Upon arriving at her bedroom, Toni had rolled her shoulders with a wince and complained about her stiff muscles from the heavy lifting of her work at the Wyrm earlier that evening. Cheryl's eyes had immediately darted to her bottle of lavender oil sitting innocently on her dresser. It was proving itself to be an invaluable investment for the second time.
Toni had accepted her offer of a massage gratefully and whipped off her shirt, still a sight Cheryl had yet to get used to, plopping herself onto Cheryl's silken bedsheets right away.
So here she was. Her breath ragged. Her mind heady with intoxication from her fix of touch that she was receiving, indulgently spreading her palms over dark skin, squeezing and rubbing and scratching as much as she liked.
This was infinitely better than her endeavour with Josie.
The front of her hips pressed gently into the roundness of Toni's backside whenever she leaned forward to do her shoulders and it made Cheryl so fucking wet she worried a dark patch was forming on the crotch of her pyjama shorts.
"Mmmmmmm. Right there, Cheryl."
These damn noises she kept making weren't helping either.
"Here?" Cheryl pressed her thumbs into a knot in Toni's upper trap muscles and earned herself a deep moan into the pillow, biting her lip smugly.
"Yeah. That's good. Hold on."
Cheryl stilled her hands, pulling back and watching with glazed eyes as Toni's hands reached dextrously around her own back to unclasp her bra, pulling the straps over her arms and discarding it on the floor before lying down again.
Cheryl wanted to chastise her for just throwing her clothing around like that because really what effort did it take to just fold it away but her eyes had caught sight of a tiny portion of the side of Toni's breasts and so her teeth had just clamped shut instead.
Her hands hovered over the skin, pressing down and sweeping her fingers a little further out to the side than before.
Control yourself, Cheryl.
How was this fair?
How could she be expected to form thoughts let alone continue? Her heart was beating so fast she thought she might pass out.
Toni turned her face to the side, eyes closed.
"Cheryl, I gotta be honest, as much as I appreciate you doing this for my back, it's fucking turning me on."
Oh thank God.
"Good lord, me too." She breathed, smoothing her hands over Toni's shoulders and along the length of her arms until she reached her tiny wrists, encircling them with her long fingers and pinning them gently to the bed. She leaned down to press herself into Toni's back, not caring that the expensive foreign silk of her nightshirt would likely be stained beyond repair by the massage oil, and pressed her open lips to Toni's neck, sucking at it lightly with a whimper.
