The biting and sucking on her neck was a pleasant surprise that sent a surge of pleasure through Cheyenne. She felt hot all over and knew she herself was wet. But her own needs weren’t as important as watching what was unfolding here in Talyssa.
Heavy breathing and broken phrases, Chey could tell by the way Talyssa sounded that she was close. From her own experience she knew that the girl could come any moment. She had to make this the best. Maybe next time she’d make it slow down enough to explore more, but right now, all Chey wanted to do was hear the little linguist cry out in an orgasm. Wanted to feel her shudder against her knowing that she had done this to her.
Another stroke and Cheyenne’s first two fingers plunged into Talyssa’s soaking wet opening. Her thumb continued to rub and to tease that pleasure bead, mercilessly going faster and faster in time with her own breath and the movement of her fingers that made shallow thrusts into Talyssa.