Cheyenne smiled at the reaction. It was exactly what she wanted to see. Cheyenne didn’t know all about Talyssa’s sexual past, but judging by just her kisses, she was as inexperienced as they came. She was like clay in her hands, ready to be molded. It was getting to Cheyenne’s head a little, the power that she had, but she didn’t let it cloud her judgement too much. Chey wanted to make this a good experience so that Talyssa wouldn’t be scarred for life, for one thing. But mostly so that she’d want to do it again.
“Yeah?” She repeated, rubbing her fingers slowly against the fabric between Talyssa’s legs. Her attention stayed rapt on Talyssa’s face and between sounds the girl made, Chey kissed her or flicked her tongue over her lower lip teasingly.
Cheyenne switched it up and with a smooth movement of her hand, her fingers slipped beneath the fabric of the girl’s underwear. Chey made an involuntary groan of her own when she discovered how wet the girl was. She explored further, curving her fingers to cup her, and then flexed them to seek out Talyssa’s small bud of pleasure to stroke it directly.