Mistakes Were Made(93)

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Erin [7:29 PM]

Check the bedroom

Erin was in the middle of the bed, on top of the blankets, completely naked. The sight froze Cassie at the door. Erin grinned.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

Cassie just looked at her for a moment. Erin preened a little, as if she liked that Cassie couldn’t stop staring. She was so fucking hot, was all, and Cassie didn’t know how she got so lucky. She didn’t know what she wanted to touch first. She thought of what she’d heard Erin say to Rachel and her stomach clenched. She thought, I’ll show you good in bed.

“Don’t move,” she said, and Erin smirked at her.

The mattress dipped as Cassie sat beside her on the bed.

“I might have gotten started without you,” Erin said, sounding more proud than ashamed.

She spread her legs a little, and Cassie could see how wet she was already.

“I told you not to move,” Cassie said, her voice low. Erin’s smirk faltered.

“You were later than I expected,” Erin kept talking, but she wasn’t moving anymore.

“And you couldn’t wait?” Cassie asked. She ran a hand up one of Erin’s calves.

Erin’s eyes slipped closed. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”

Cassie didn’t, really. The thought of Erin naked in her bed, touching herself, alone in Cassie’s apartment—Cassie didn’t mind at all. She traced her fingertips over the inside of Erin’s knee; she knew Erin was ticklish there. Erin clenched her jaw and didn’t react. Cassie rewarded her by swiping three fingers through her wetness.

Erin reacted then, hips coming up off the bed chasing Cassie’s touch. Erin reached one hand toward her own hair—it made it halfway there before she suddenly put it back at her side, clutching at the sheets like she’d remembered she wasn’t supposed to move.

“Good girl,” Cassie said, and Erin’s eyes flew open.

Cassie held eye contact as she slid her fingers next to Erin’s clit. Erin stuttered over her breath but didn’t look away, didn’t move.

“I want to touch you,” she said.

Cassie rubbed at her clit.

“I could make you feel good,” Erin said, the words not quite coming easily. “You’ve had a long day.”

“How long have you been here?” Cassie said.

“A while.”

Cassie stopped touching her.

“Two hours,” Erin said immediately.

Cassie stroked her again and Erin let out her breath.

“You’ve been naked in my bed for two hours?”

Erin shook her head. “When I realized you’d be later than I thought—” She gasped as Cassie’s fingers rubbed a fast circle around her clit. “I did a load of laundry. Clean sheets.”

God, this woman was too much. Cassie worked two fingers inside her and she moaned.

“I want to touch you,” Erin said again. “I know you had a long day. I thought I’d do all the work. Let you relax.”

“And what if this is how I want to relax?” Cassie said.

Erin didn’t hesitate, “Then you can do whatever you want to me.”

Cassie swallowed the sound her chest wanted to make.

She pulled her fingers back, and Erin’s hips twitched like she was going to follow, but she didn’t, just looked at Cassie pleadingly.

“Don’t move,” Cassie said again.

Cassie didn’t take her time undressing, but didn’t hurry. She could hear Erin swallow. She shed her pants and underwear. Erin didn’t lift her head when Cassie walked away from the bed, but Cassie could tell she wanted to. Cassie retrieved the harness from her underwear drawer and put it on.

“You can look,” she told Erin before reaching for the dildo.

Erin looked up and gasped, watching Cassie adjust the strap-on.

“I can do whatever I want to you?” Cassie asked, stroking the dildo for good measure.

Erin nodded quickly.

“Roll over.”

Erin face down, ass up on her bed was a sight Cassie would never forget. She walked back across the room, ran her hand over Erin’s ass and the back of her thighs. She caught Erin by the hip and tugged. She wasn’t strong enough to pull her, but Erin got the idea and slid to the edge of the bed, dropping her feet to the floor.

Cassie positioned the dildo at Erin’s entrance and Erin whimpered.

Cassie didn’t move.

She stood with the head of the dildo just barely inside Erin and waited. Erin was fisting the comforter and clenching, again and again, and her hips twitched like she wanted to just push herself backward onto Cassie, but she stayed still.

“Good girl,” Cassie said again, and pushed inside.

The noise Erin made was obscene.

They hadn’t done this before—used a strap-on. As much as Cassie didn’t want to, she went slowly. She needed to be sure of how much Erin could take. She thrust a little deeper each time. Erin never resisted, but Cassie wanted to be sure.

She pushed all the way in and leaned over so her front was pressed into Erin’s back. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” Erin gasped. “Yes, Cassie, please.”

Cassie pulled out and thrusted again, added a twist of her hips at the end, and Erin cried out. Her legs were trembling, her hands still clutching the blankets.