Day 10: Blindfolds - "Love is Blind"
The soft glow of candlelight bathed Eloise's bedroom in a warm, golden hue, casting long shadows across the room as Cressida stood near the bed, her breath coming in shallow, excited bursts. There was something different in the air tonight—something that made Cressida's heart race with anticipation.
Eloise stood close, her gaze intense yet filled with the same quiet affection that always accompanied their most intimate moments. In her hands, she held a length of black silk, the fabric smooth and delicate between her fingers. Cressida's eyes flicked down to the blindfold, her pulse quickening at the sight.
"I want you to trust me," Eloise murmured, her voice low, steady, as she stepped closer, her breath warm against Cressida's skin. "Let me show you something different tonight."
Cressida's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she met Eloise's gaze. There was no hesitation in her friend's eyes—only a calm, unwavering confidence that sent shivers down Cressida's spine. She nodded, her voice trembling slightly as she whispered, "I trust you."
Eloise's lips curved into a small, satisfied smile as she stepped behind Cressida, the soft fabric of the blindfold brushing lightly against Cressida's skin as Eloise brought it around her head, securing it gently over her eyes. The world went dark, and in that darkness, Cressida's senses seemed to heighten, every small sound, every faint touch, magnified in the absence of sight.
"How does that feel?" Eloise whispered, her breath warm against Cressida's ear as her hands lingered on her shoulders, grounding her, making her feel safe.
"Good," Cressida murmured, her voice soft but filled with quiet anticipation. "I feel… excited."
Eloise chuckled softly, her hands sliding down Cressida's arms, her touch light but deliberate as she guided her friend toward the bed. "That's the idea," she whispered, her voice low and filled with promise.
Cressida's heart raced as she felt the edge of the bed against her legs, her body trembling slightly as Eloise's hands continued their slow, deliberate exploration. Without sight, every touch seemed to burn hotter, every caress leaving a trail of sensation in its wake. She could hear Eloise's soft, even breaths, feel the way her hands moved with quiet purpose, guiding her, controlling the rhythm of the moment.
"Sit," Eloise murmured softly, her hands pressing gently against Cressida's shoulders, urging her to sit on the edge of the bed.
Cressida obeyed, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she sat down, her body trembling beneath Eloise's touch. The blindfold made everything feel more intense—the soft rustle of fabric, the quiet creak of the bed as Eloise knelt in front of her, her fingers brushing lightly over the hem of Cressida's nightgown.
"You're so beautiful like this," Eloise whispered, her voice filled with quiet reverence as her hands slid up Cressida's thighs, the touch light but insistent. "Completely mine."
Cressida's breath hitched, her body tingling with anticipation as she felt Eloise's fingers inching higher, the fabric of her nightgown sliding up her legs as Eloise moved with deliberate care. The absence of sight heightened every sensation, making Cressida's heart pound with both excitement and longing.
"Do you like it?" Eloise asked softly, her voice filled with curiosity as her fingers brushed lightly against Cressida's bare skin.
"Yes," Cressida gasped, her voice trembling with both fear and desire. "I… I love it."
Eloise's breath ghosted over Cressida's neck as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing lightly against her skin as her hands continued their exploration, sliding the nightgown higher, exposing more of Cressida's trembling form.
"You're so responsive," Eloise murmured, her voice low and filled with quiet satisfaction as her hands moved with a steady, deliberate rhythm, her fingers tracing the delicate line of Cressida's inner thigh.
Cressida's breath came in shallow gasps, her body arching toward Eloise's touch as she felt the heat building between her legs, the anticipation nearly unbearable as she waited for Eloise's next move. Without sight, without knowing what would come next, every touch felt like a promise, every breath a reminder of the power Eloise held over her in that moment.
"You're trembling," Eloise whispered, her fingers brushing lightly over Cressida's thigh, teasing her with the promise of more. "Do you want me to continue?"
"Yes," Cressida gasped, her voice trembling with both fear and excitement. "Please… don't stop."
Eloise's smile deepened, her hands moving with quiet confidence as she slid the nightgown higher, exposing Cressida's bare legs, her skin tingling beneath Eloise's careful touch. The blindfold made everything feel more intense—the soft brush of fabric, the warmth of Eloise's breath against her skin, the slow, deliberate caresses that left Cressida aching for more.
"Tell me what you're feeling," Eloise whispered, her voice low, intimate, as her hands slid higher, brushing lightly against the soft heat between Cressida's legs. "I want to hear it."
Cressida's breath hitched, her entire body trembling as Eloise's fingers brushed against her in the most intimate way, teasing her with a touch that was both gentle and insistent. "I feel…" Cressida gasped, her voice trembling with the weight of her own desire. "I feel like I'm on fire. I… I've never felt like this before."
Eloise smiled against her skin, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down Cressida's spine as her fingers pressed more firmly, coaxing her further into the heat of the moment. The sensation was overwhelming—Cressida's body trembled with anticipation, her heart pounding as she waited, each brush of Eloise's fingers leaving her gasping for more.
And then, without a word, Eloise's fingers slipped lower, her touch light but deliberate as she finally entered Cressida with one slow, careful stroke. Cressida's body responded immediately, her hips lifting slightly off the bed as Eloise's finger slid inside her, the wet heat enveloping her with a softness that made Eloise's breath catch.
Cressida was wet—so impossibly wet—that Eloise could feel the warmth of her desire as she moved deeper inside, her finger sliding with ease as the slickness of Cressida's body welcomed her in. The sensation was intoxicating, the way Cressida's body responded to her touch, the way her breath hitched with every movement.
"Cressida…" Eloise whispered, her voice low, almost reverent as she curled her finger slightly, feeling the softness of Cressida's inner walls clench around her in response. "You're so ready."
Cressida gasped softly, her body trembling as Eloise's finger pressed deeper, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she adjusted to the sensation. She had never felt anything like this before—never known that being filled could feel so overwhelming, so all-consuming. The gentle pressure of Eloise inside her made her feel open, exposed, and yet utterly safe in a way she couldn't quite explain.
Eloise moved with care, her finger sliding in and out of Cressida with a slow, steady rhythm, each stroke sending a wave of sensation through Cressida's trembling body. The wetness between her legs made every movement smoother, the slick heat only intensifying the connection between them.
"Does it feel good?" Eloise murmured, her voice filled with quiet concern as her thumb brushed lightly against Cressida's clit, adding just enough pressure to make Cressida's breath hitch once more.
"Yes," Cressida gasped, her hips lifting to meet Eloise's touch, her entire body arching beneath the weight of her desire. "It feels… so good."
Eloise's lips curved into a satisfied smile as she continued her steady rhythm, her finger moving with deliberate care as she explored the soft heat of Cressida's body. The wetness coated her finger, each movement met with a soft, slick sound that filled the room, a reminder of just how ready Cressida was for her.
Cressida's body tightened around Eloise's finger, the pressure inside her building with every stroke, every careful caress of Eloise's thumb against her clit. The pleasure was growing, spreading through her entire being like a slow-burning fire, consuming her from the inside out. Every touch felt electric, every movement sending a new wave of sensation through her, making her gasp and tremble with the intensity of it all.
Eloise could feel the tension building inside Cressida, the way her body clenched around her, the way her breath came in short, desperate bursts. She added another gentle stroke, her finger pressing deeper, curling slightly as she searched for that perfect spot—the one that would make Cressida unravel beneath her.
Cressida's breath hitched, her body jerking slightly as Eloise found it, the soft pad of her finger brushing against a spot deep inside that sent a jolt of pleasure through her entire body. "Eloise…" she gasped, her fingers clutching at the sheets as her hips lifted once more, seeking more, needing more.
Eloise's smile deepened as she pressed more firmly, her finger moving in slow, deliberate strokes as her thumb continued its gentle pressure on Cressida's clit. The combination was overwhelming—Cressida's body was trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built, wave after wave crashing over her.
"You're doing so well," Eloise whispered, her voice low and filled with quiet command as she moved with unrelenting care, her fingers coaxing Cressida closer and closer to the edge. "Let yourself feel it. Let go for me."
Cressida could feel it—the pressure building inside her, the heat spreading through her body as Eloise's fingers worked with steady, unrelenting precision. The slickness of her arousal coated Eloise's hand, the soft, wet sounds filling the room as she moved with a rhythm that matched the racing of Cressida's heart.
And then, without warning, the wave crashed over her.
Cressida's body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as the pleasure hit her all at once, her hips lifting off the bed as her climax washed over her, leaving her gasping and trembling beneath Eloise's touch. Eloise didn't stop, her fingers moving in slow, gentle circles, coaxing every last tremor from Cressida's body as she rode the final waves of her release.
When it was over, Cressida collapsed back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath, her body still tingling from the intensity of her climax. Eloise withdrew her finger slowly, her hand resting gently on Cressida's thigh as she watched her friend with quiet satisfaction.
"You were perfect," Eloise whispered, her voice filled with quiet affection as she leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Cressida's lips. The kiss was gentle, unhurried, a silent reassurance that there was no need for words in this moment, no need to rush the tenderness that followed their shared intimacy.
Cressida, still trembling from the intensity of her release, responded with a quiet sigh, her lips moving softly against Eloise's as she melted into the kiss. Her body felt heavy, languid, as though every muscle had loosened, leaving her in a warm, hazy state of contentment.
Eloise pulled back slightly, her breath warm against Cressida's cheek as she gazed down at her with quiet reverence. "Are you all right?" she asked softly, her fingers brushing lightly over Cressida's flushed cheek, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
Cressida nodded, her breath still coming in shallow bursts as she smiled up at Eloise, her heart swelling with affection. "Yes," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with warmth. "More than all right."
Eloise's lips curved into a small, satisfied smile as she shifted beside her, her fingers trailing down Cressida's arm in a soothing gesture, grounding her in the aftermath of their shared passion. The silence between them was comfortable, filled only with the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth and the distant sounds of the quiet night beyond the window.
"I'll fetch you some water," Eloise murmured after a moment, her voice filled with a gentle, caring tone as she rose from the bed, her movements slow and deliberate.
Cressida watched her, her heart fluttering with quiet affection as she admired the graceful way Eloise moved, the soft rustle of her nightgown against the floor as she crossed the room. There was something so intimate, so tender about the way Eloise cared for her in this moment, as though their connection extended far beyond the physical. It made Cressida's heart ache in the best possible way.
Eloise returned with a glass of water, her eyes filled with quiet concern as she handed it to Cressida, her fingers brushing lightly against hers in a gesture that sent a shiver down Cressida's spine.
"Drink," Eloise murmured softly, her hand resting gently on Cressida's shoulder as she watched her with a careful eye. "You must be thirsty after all that."
Cressida chuckled softly, her cheeks flushing slightly as she took a sip, the cool water soothing her parched throat. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude as she looked up at Eloise. "You're too kind to me."
Eloise smiled, her fingers moving in slow, soothing circles over Cressida's shoulder as she sat beside her once more. "Nonsense," she murmured, her voice soft but firm. "It's only proper that I care for you after such a... well, intense experience."
Cressida felt a warmth bloom in her chest at Eloise's words, her heart swelling with affection for the woman beside her. There was something so natural about their closeness, something that made Cressida feel safe, cherished, in a way she had never known before.
Eloise's fingers trailed gently down Cressida's arm, her touch light but filled with care as she spoke softly. "I hope I wasn't too... forward," she said quietly, her voice filled with a hint of concern. "I did not wish to overstep."
Cressida shook her head, her hand reaching out to gently grasp Eloise's, squeezing it lightly in reassurance. "You were perfect," she whispered, echoing the words Eloise had spoken earlier. "I've never felt so... seen, so cared for."
Eloise's eyes softened, her gaze filled with quiet affection as she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Cressida's forehead. "You deserve nothing less," she murmured, her lips brushing lightly against Cressida's skin. "To be cared for, to be loved... without hesitation or fear."
Cressida's breath hitched at the words, her heart fluttering in her chest as she looked up at Eloise, her eyes wide with emotion. "I never thought I would... that we..." She trailed off, her voice trembling with the weight of her feelings.
Eloise's smile was gentle, her fingers moving to cup Cressida's cheek as she gazed at her with quiet understanding. "Nor did I," she whispered softly. "But I am glad... more than glad, that we have found this... whatever it may be."
Cressida smiled, her heart swelling with a mixture of affection and something deeper, something that felt like love but was still too new, too fragile to name. She leaned into Eloise's touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the warmth of her hand against her cheek.
Eloise's fingers continued their slow, soothing strokes, her touch a constant reminder of the intimacy they had shared, the trust they had built between them. It was a trust that had been unspoken for so long, but now, in the quiet aftermath of their passion, it felt as though it had always been there, waiting to be discovered.
"You must be tired," Eloise murmured softly, her voice filled with quiet concern as she brushed a stray lock of hair from Cressida's forehead. "Lie back, my dear. Let me hold you."
Cressida nodded, her body still trembling slightly as she lay back against the pillows, her heart fluttering with anticipation as Eloise settled beside her. The warmth of Eloise's body pressed against hers, the soft weight of her arm draped over her waist, sent a shiver of comfort through Cressida's entire being.
For a long moment, they lay in silence, their bodies entwined beneath the covers as the quiet intimacy of the moment wrapped around them like a warm blanket. Eloise's fingers traced slow, gentle patterns on Cressida's arm, her touch a constant reminder of her presence, of the care she had for her.
"You are safe with me," Eloise whispered softly, her voice filled with quiet reassurance as she pressed a soft kiss to Cressida's temple. "Always."
Cressida smiled, her heart swelling with affection as she turned her head slightly, her lips brushing lightly against Eloise's. "And I with you," she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of her feelings.
Eloise's smile deepened, her fingers trailing down Cressida's arm in a slow, soothing rhythm as they settled into the quiet comfort of the night, their hearts beating in time with one another as they drifted into a peaceful slumber, knowing that whatever the future held, they would face it together.