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Radclyffe Writings Author Challenge Story
Theme: "The Games We Play"

Rating: NC-17

 

The blindfold wasn’t too tight, but firm enough to block Carrie’s vision completely. She reached out a hand before her, uncertain, out of breath, and more nervous than she’d ever admit. “Drew?”

“I’m here. Just stand still,” Drew’s voice to her right replied. “Trust me.”

Trust her? Carrie swallowed and straightened up. She had only known Drew for two months and she wasn’t a person who trusted easily. Carrie was known more for being suspicious, shy, and more than a little intimidated when it came to heights and horses, not to mention interacting with potential love interests. Drew had made it abundantly clear that she was not going away, despite these misgivings on Carrie’s part. It was as if this woman, six years her senior, who normally spent her days as a news helicopter pilot was completely focused on surprising Carrie and keeping her guessing.

“Drew?” Carrie fumbled to her right but found nothing. She didn’t dare take a step in Drew’s direction, since she had no sense of direction and feared she’d stumble into the low granite coffee table she knew was there. Or worse, into the fireplace she knew was in front of her somewhere.

“Dig deep for the trust, gorgeous, and remain where you are.” Drew’s voice, husky and smooth as honey on a hot pancake, poured over Carrie’s nerve endings. “You know you’re safe. You know that.”

Intellectually, Carrie knew this was true. Of course it was. Emotionally, however, she had to seek into the recesses of her courage to not reach up and remove the scarf. Part of her wanted to tear it off, rip it away so she could see where Drew was and what she was doing.

“You’re doing fine. There. Feel me?” Drew had moved closer and gentle hands cupped Carrie’s shoulder before sliding up to her neck. Gently, Drew began unbuttoning Carries crisp white cotton shirt and pushed it off, half way down her arms.

It only took Carrie a few seconds to realize that Drew had upped the stakes, and the thrill which stemmed from the uncertainty. “Oh.” Carrie bit down on the involuntary moan that wanted to break free.

“Your skin is like olive satin.” Drew’s breath caressed Carrie’s neck.

Tipping her head back, Carrie swayed, suddenly a little disoriented, not quite sure which was up or down.

“Hey, you better hold on to me. There.” Drew tugged off the shirt completely and placed Carrie’s hands on her own hips. “Better?”

“Better.” Carrie inhaled the scent of faint musk and something dark and sweet. It reminded her of something, dark chocolate, roses, or perhaps cognac after hot espresso. The scent ignited her taste buds, and she swallowed again before licking her lips.

“You sexy woman, you. Beautiful.” Drew’s whisper against Carrie’s lips was not warning enough. When Drew leaned in to kiss her, Carrie’s moan finally broke free from its restraints and Drew captured it in her mouth as she closed the distance. Tongues met, tasted, and explored, totally without force or insistence. The touches were still light, but also without hesitation. Carrie, feeling more grounded and sure of herself when she could hold on to Drew, bit gently down on Drew’s lower lip and tugged at it. She was rewarded by Drew’s low groan, and when she let her tongue run along it, in a soothing pattern, Drew’s hands slid along her back and landed around her waist.

It was wonderful to be held tighter, body to body, if only for a few seconds. This time, Drew let go completely again, and stepped away out of reach.

“Please, Drew,” Carrie said, utterly out of breath and now back where she started with the only difference that she was so incredibly turned on. “Darling, please.”

Impossibly long seconds ticked by and Carrie’s body tensed as she tried to listen for signs of Drew. The soft, deep carpet muffled any sounds that might give her lover’s position away. When soft hands from behind were suddenly felt in Carrie’s hair, she startled, but was relieved to have firm contact no matter how.

“You have the most gorgeous, golden-brown hair,” Drew murmured as she pulled the pins from Carrie’s long hair. Rich and heavy, it tumbled down around her shoulders, reaching just beneath her shoulder blades. Drew’s hands didn’t stop there. They skillfully unhooked Carrie’s bra, which sent more shivers through her.

“Touch me,” Carrie begged, not even the slightest bit embarrassed at her needy tone. “I’m on fire, Drew.”

“I know you are. I know. Just think of how beautiful it will be when we take care of that. I swear, robbing you of your sight like this will only make it so much better. Trust me…” Gentle kisses rained over the back of Carrie’s neck and across her shoulders. It was as if Drew was mapping her skin, memorizing every little imperfection or erogenous zone. “You taste so good. God, you’re wonderful—absolutely—stunning.” Drew’s staccato tone revealed her desire and Carrie hoped this would mean they’d act on their feelings soon.

“Why don’t you take two steps to your right and then four steps forward? I’ll be right behind you, holding you safe.”

Carrie obliged with trembling legs. Feeling in front of her, she found the dining room table, which she knew was just to the left of the fireplace. The chairs seemed to be removed and Carrie gently nudged her to stand close to the table.

“Place your palms where they are. That’s it.” Drew unbuttoned Carrie’s skirt and pulled the zipper down, slowly, maddeningly so. “Good. No nylons. Excellent.” The skirt slipped down, pooled around Carrie’s feet. Her lace panties were next. Drew slid them down, just as slowly, and nudged Carrie when the undergarment joined the skirt on the floor. “Step out of these. Good.”

Naked now, Carrie was trembling despite the heat from the fire place.

“Time for the next phase, gorgeous.” Drew gently pushed her knee in between Carrie’s legs. “Spread your legs for me. Come on.”

Carrie whimpered as she obeyed, feeling more and more secure, strangely enough, now that the lust, paired with such obvious tenderness, emanated from Drew. “I’m so hot.”

“Oh, you got that right. You’re smokin’, babe.” There was a smile in Drew’s voice, and it made Carrie smile as well. “Now, feel there. I’ve put a soft fleece blanket on the table and down across the edge. Bend over, lie down on the blanket.”

Shaking now, and with a dark, hot heaviness between her legs sending arrows of pure and utter lust, Carrie followed Drew’s instructions and bent over. The table was just the right height for her, and she grabbed two fistfuls of the soft fabric of the blanket. Drew’s hands were on her bottom, massaging now, pulling Carrie’s cheeks apart, only to press them tight together, repeatedly.

“So sexy, so beautiful, so… mine.”  Drew spoke in interrupted, short bursts. Her hands slid down Carrie’s thighs; creating goose-bumps as they found the inside and trailed the skin there all the way up to her drenched sex. Only half an inch from the engorged folds, Drew stopped and seemed to hold her breath for a moment. “You have to tell me,” she whispered.

“What? What do you want me to tell you?” Carrie frowned, confused.

“You have to let me know that you want this, want me, to make love to you like this. I will go no further unless you do.”

The words, uttered with such softness, almost made Carrie’s knees buckle. “Yes, yes, take me. I need you to take me, Drew. Please.”

“I never meant that you had to beg,” Drew answered and pulled Carrie’s hips back with a gentle pull.

To Carrie’s surprise, Drew was suddenly naked from the waist down. She felt Drew’s neatly trimmed pubic hair against her bottom, and the inner image of the two of them together made her cling harder to the blanket.  She knew that Drew was as pale as she was tanned, white skinned, with freckles on her shoulders and arms, and the blue eyes that could be so firm, almost cold, when challenged, could just as easily scorch Carrie with their intensity. So sure she was in the hands of the most incredible, tender, passionate woman she’d ever met, Carrie acted on impulse. She reached back with hands cold from the suspense of the vulnerable position and spread herself wider for her lover.

“Oh, god, Carrie.” The startled tone in Drew’s voice hit Carrie like a fire storm.

Groaning, unable to communicate in any intelligible manner, Carrie pressed back against Drew. “Take me…”

Eager fingers, accompanied by Drew’s gasps, found the hot wetness between Carrie’s legs. There was no hesitation, but all the more tenderness, in the way Drew filled her with at least two fingers. Carrie moaned out loud and arched her back, small sparks igniting inside her, growing by the second. The sparks turned into flames, licking along her skin and permeating her soul. Carrie greedily drew in new air, only to let it out in another deep moan. The fact that she was deprived of one of her senses seemed to heighten the others. Drew’s scent engulfed her, and Carrie felt as if she was being thoroughly taken by the woman she’d come to adore so quickly. Drew immediately proved her wrong when she added more fingers to the love-making, even pressing her thumb to Carrie’s other puckered opening.

Carrie gave a short cry, stunned at how this caress against sexually uncharted territory nearly made her come on the spot. The feeling of the bold fingers now entering her more forcefully, using her abundant wetness as the only lubrication needed to claim her, sent the flames soaring to new levels. It was as if her inside melted into a river of lava, pouring out in every limb, making her heart pound so fast it was hard to breathe.

“You’re so damn sexy, so beautiful,” Drew whispered huskily as she leaned across Carrie’s back. “I knew you were ready for this. You just had to trust me…you do, don’t you?”

“Yes, oh, yes.” Carrie’s hips moved on their own, meeting every new thrust of Drew’s fingers. “I trust you. I do. I do!” Her voice rose into a wail before breaking into dry sobs as the orgasm lurked at the horizon. “Drew… Drew…”

“I hear you. I’ve got you, gorgeous.” Drew’s lips moved along Carrie’s sweaty temple and bit gently down on her earlobe. “Just give in.”Another bite. “Let go.”

The lava stream had now flooded Carrie’s entire body. She felt as if she was going to self-combust, and was only able to draw quick, shallow breaths. When finally Drew slid her lips down to the back of Carrie’s neck and let her tongue slide along the top of her spine, the dams broke. Carrie cried out again as the orgasm tore through her, leveling every single thought and stole her words. She could only pant for oxygen as the room seemed depleted of air when fire was all around and inside her.

“There. Just let it all come, Carrie. I won’t let go.”

“Ever?” Carrie managed between the convulsions, clinging to the blanket.

“Ever.” The word, solid and calm, despite Drew’s own desire, became the final outlet for the massive orgasm. Slowly it reduced to a trickle rather than a river, and Carrie began to find her bearings where she lay slumped under Drew’s trembling body.

“You okay?” Carrie managed eventually.

“Yeah…”

It didn’t sound entirely convincing. Drew’s fingers were still buried inside Carrie, preventing her from turning around, and the blindfold was still in place. “Did you come?” she asked tenderly.

“Eh, not yet. Not important right now.” Drew sounded oddly embarrassed.

“If you let go of me, I can…”

“No.”

“No?” The short word worried Carrie and she tried to raise a hand to remove the scarf over her eyes.

“Well, yes, but, eh, if you just stay the way you are…” Drew’s voice faltered.

“Sure. Then?”

“Move your hips.”

Carrie was only happy to oblige, despite the frustration of not being able to see or touch Drew. She felt Drew straddle her left buttock, and realized that Drew didn’t have long to go, judging from the loud moan she couldn’t hold back. “Like this?” Carrie asked and began a rocking motion that pushed her bottom against Drew’s sex.

“Yes!” Drew gripped Carrie’s hip hard with her free hand. “Oh, yes.”

Carrie hadn’t counted on the renewed effect of her movements, impaling her further on Drew’s fingers. When Drew came, with a low groan that escalated into sobs as she pushed herself hard into Carrie; it sent a shudder through Carrie which in turn reignited her passion and flung her over the edge as well. The force of it sent them both to the floor in a jumble of arms, legs, and shivering bodies.

After a moment, when Drew had retracted her fingers from Carrie and removed her blindfold, Carrie pulled her lover in for a long hug. They remained on the floor after crawling the short distance to the pillows by the fireplace, where they exchanged lazy kisses and terms of endearment until the fire died out. Drew then reached over to the table and tugged at the fleece blanket, spreading it over them as they snuggled up in the dark room.

“Bedroom?” Carrie asked and yawned.

“Uncomfortable here?”

“Not in the least.”

Drew kissed her forehead lingeringly. “Then let’s stay here.”

“All right.”

“Drew?” Carrie returned the kiss, tenderly nuzzling Drew’s temple. “How come you were shy all of a sudden?”

Drew held her closer. “I…I guess, that it suddenly dawned on me, after you surrendered so willingly to me, I mean, I knew you had misgivings of sorts, and the gift you gave by letting yourself go…” Her voice trailed off for a moment. “I was just so blown away, you know. It was like a revelation, almost.”

Tenderness nearly choking her, Carrie had to clear her throat twice. “And then?”

“And then you began to move so sexily against me and all I could think of was how great you feel and how you turn me on. Actually, you’ve pretty much been all that’s on my mind lately.” Drew kissed her again. “And you are worth waiting for; even if I’m glad I didn’t have to wait much longer.”

“Me either.”

Carrie couldn’t remember ever being this relaxed, and somewhere in her tired brain, the thought of the trust issue stirred just loudly enough to catch her attention. She buried her face into Drew’s neck. Was it the game? Was it the use of the blindfold that had helped her take that final step towards utter trust? All Carrie knew was how right it felt, to fall asleep next to Drew, something she’d never felt before.

Finally sleep began to overcome her and Carrie felt a lazy, broad smile spread over her face. She knew that if sleeping next to Drew felt this good, how great wouldn’t it feel to wake up together in the morning?
 



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