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“Do you trust me?”
Her head was bobbing up and down instantly, her quick response warming him. Earning her trust felt like winning the Stanley Cup, which was why he really needed to tread lightly right now.
Climbing onto her bed, he remained above the covers as he stretched out next to her.
Her breathing instantly became shallow. “Blake,” she whispered.
“It’s okay, Erik. I’m not going to touch you. Just guide you through this.”
Her brows were furrowed, but she didn’t tell him to get the fuck out. The appearance of her nipples, poking through her T-shirt made him think she was more excited than nervous.
He handed her the vibrator. “Slip this under the covers. Push the tip against your clit the way you like. Put it on the lowest setting for now.”
Erika’s hand trembled slightly, but she took the toy, following his instructions.
The sound of the vibrator filled the room, accompanied by Erika’s soft intake of breath as the toy initially touched her clit. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but he could tell from her facial expressions and breathing how the vibrator was making her feel.
Blake leaned closer, his lips at her ear. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Is it making you wet?”
She nodded again, her hips lifting slightly. Her knee, tucked beneath the duvet, bumped against his thigh, telling him her legs were parted.
“Show me,” he murmured, his face so close, her hair tickled his cheek.
Erika frowned until he clarified.
“Dip one of your fingers inside that tight pussy of yours and show me how wet you are.”
Her gaze flew to his, and he thought he saw the slightest glimmer of panic.
“Close your eyes,” he demanded. “And keep them closed.”
She gave him one last look, and he held his breath, waiting for her to ask him to leave. His heart nearly exploded when she turned her head away, her eyes drifting shut.
“Now. Show me,” he repeated, reminding her of his initial request.
Movement under the duvet told him she was doing as he asked, and a second later, one of her hands appeared from beneath the covers, her pointer finger wet with her own arousal.
“Such a dirty girl,” he purred, watching her closely to see how she responded to his words.
Erika bit her lower lip, a soft whimper escaping.
Jesus. She liked it.
He forced himself to shut down his own needs and desires, fighting to disregard how in line their kinks seemed to be. He would never call Erika a slut or a whore, but he sure as shit liked calling her his dirty girl.
“Nice and wet,” Blake praised, grabbing the dildo and placing it in the hand she still had raised for his inspection. “Increase the speed on the vibrator and slowly slide the dildo inside you. Don’t fuck yourself with it. Just push it in to the hilt and hold it there.” Blake made a mental note to buy her a proper fucking dildo. A wicked grin he was grateful she couldn’t see tipped his lips upward as he decided right then and there to gift wrap one to slide under her Christmas tree.
More shifting of the duvet confirmed Erika was following his commands. He heard when the vibrator speed was increased and felt her hips lift off the mattress as she tried to slip the dildo inside.
Her breathing was labored.
“Is it inside you?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
