Commanding Her Trust (7 page)

“I know.” Erin wiped her nose, breath rushing out when she glanced up to see Blake’s eyes tight around the edges. “You look scared.”

“A crying woman is a scary thing.” He tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Especially you. I can count the times I’ve seen you cry on one finger.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I wasn’t much of a crier back in the day.” She sighed, remembering the tough nut she used to be.

Of course, it had only been a smokescreen, a front to hide how scared and sad she truly was. Her years in Carson City had been fraught with fear, every minute lived under a dark shadow, except those moments when she and Blake would steal away and escape into their own world.

“It’s all right,” she said, swiping the tears from her cheeks with her fist. “I cry all the time now. It’s no big deal.”

“Sounds like a big deal to me.” His brow furrowed. “What’s been making you cry? Your ex?”

“Let’s not talk about my ex,” Erin said, tossing her Kleenex to the floor behind her. “In fact, let’s not talk at all.”

Before Blake could say a word, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. And then another kiss and another until he groaned into her mouth and rolled on top of her, crushing her into the mattress with his weight.

Slowly, all her fears and worries vanished in the wake of the heat that flared between them. Erin wrapped her legs around his hips, a moan bursting from her lips when she felt how hard he was beneath his blue-and-white-striped pajama bottoms.

He captured her bottom lip, suckling it deeper into his mouth, raking his teeth over the sensitive skin as he pulled away. Her breath rushed out and her nipples pulled tight. She’d never realized she enjoyed being bitten so much. But she enjoyed everything Blake did to her, even the stuff she was sure she hated.

Like it or not, he’d been right to make her wait. She was even more eager to have him now than she’d been last night, and when she finally came, she knew it was going to blow her mind. And probably her heart, too, but she wasn’t going to think about that now.

She wasn’t going to think about anything except how amazing Blake made her feel.

“I can’t believe we’re still in our pajamas with the sun that high in the sky,” she said, reaching down to run her fingers under the waistband of his pants. “I think it’s time we got out of them.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he rumbled against her lips, making them tingle.

Soon, they were pulling at each other’s clothes, breath coming faster as shirts and pants were tossed aside and sighing as their bodies came back together with nothing to separate skin from skin. And for a moment, as her breasts pressed against Blake’s hard, lightly furred chest and her lips met his—teeth bumping together as they kissed with enough passion to set the world on fire—Erin felt safe and happy.

As safe and happy as she’d always felt with the only man she’d ever truly loved.

CHAPTER TEN
Blake

Blake pulled away from Erin, looking down at where she lay naked beneath him, her hair glowing gold in the morning light. She’d washed off the makeup she’d had on last night and looked the way she had eight years ago. Even the look in her eyes was the same, that raw, vulnerable, needy look that had always made him feel like the focus of her entire world—at least for the moment.

She was a ghost come back to haunt him and it would have been enough to make his heart ache if he’d let it. But he wasn’t dwelling on past losses or betrayals now, not when he was about to fuck the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

And not when, unexpectedly, he felt happier and more content than he had in years.

“I want to eat my pussy,” Blake said, running his hands up and down her soft thighs, his cock pulsing hungrily between his legs.

“Are you sure?” She wiggled her hips, grinding her center against his erection, her breath coming in sexy little pants that drove him crazy. “Are you sure you don’t want to wait? Fuck me now and have your pussy for dessert?” A pained expression flashed across her face. “I want you inside me so bad, Blake. So bad.”

“I need to taste you first, sweetness. I was dreaming about getting my tongue inside you all night.” He dipped his hand between them, capturing her wetness on his fingertips and bringing them to his lips. He moaned as the intimate flavor of her spread across his tongue.

She tasted as amazing as she ever had—clean and sweet with an edge of salt and a feminine musk that was enough to drive him crazy. To him, the taste of Erin was the taste of pure desire. It was enough to make him even harder, thicker. He shifted his hips, grinding his cock against where she was so wet and ready. It was tempting to forget his plans and drive straight into the sweet pussy he’d been dreaming about since he’d left her last night.

But she’d proven she could keep her promises. Now he was going to prove he could keep his.

He truly was dying to get his mouth on her. He wanted to see if Erin was as responsive as she’d been the last time he’d lowered his head between her legs, and to show her he’d learned a thing or two about giving a woman pleasure since his eighteenth birthday.

“Open your legs. Spread them wide for me,” he said, his breath coming faster as Erin obeyed. She reached down, grabbing the inside of her thighs and pulling them apart, baring her pussy to his gaze.

His cock throbbed as he took her in. Her delicate outer lips were a deep pink and plump with the force of her desire. Just above, her clit stood firm and erect, and between her folds, her entrance glistened, already dripping. She was hot and ready for him, and he was past ready to have another taste of his girl.

“Wider.” He grunted his approval as she moved her hands behind her knees, tugging them up and out, baring every inch of her sex from clit to ass, offering herself to him completely, without hesitation or fear.

It was enough to snap the last of his control.

With a groan, he lowered his face between her legs, forcing himself to start slowly, to trace the swollen folds and tease her into an even greater state of arousal. He ran his tongue up one side of her entrance and down the other, intensifying his pressure until she moaned and arched closer to his mouth. Only then did he drive slowly inside her, once, twice, her addictive flavor coating his stiff tongue, making his hands shake as he brought them to her hips. His fingers dug into the full flesh there as he began to fuck her with his mouth. In and out, in and out, he penetrated her with his swift strokes, coaxing more cream from her body.

“Yes! So good.” Erin’s hands dropped to his head, her fingernails tunneling through his short hair and digging into his scalp.

Blake moaned, humming against her swollen flesh, making her cry out as he moved his thumb to her nub. He circled her clit with a slow, insistent pressure even as the thrusts of his tongue grew faster, deeper. Erin’s pussy tightened around where he worked inside her and her thighs began to tremble. A glance up the landscape of her body showed her nipples were drawn into tight points and her head thrown back in prelude to ecstasy.

She was close, so close, but he wasn’t finished with her just yet.

Without missing a beat, Blake moved his mouth from her entrance to her clit, swirling his tongue around and around the erect bud. Two fingers took up the rhythm inside her pussy, while his thumb found the puckered ring of her ass. She was already slick from her own juices, so there was little resistance as he penetrated her, easing his thumb inside the tight hole.

“Yes!” Erin gasped and spread her thighs even wider, giving him unimpeded access to every inch of the paradise between her legs.

She clearly didn’t have a problem with having him fill her anywhere and everywhere. It made him ache to have his cock in her ass. Anal wasn’t his favorite way to fuck—not by a long shot—but it was the only way he hadn’t had Erin and he wanted to fuck her everywhere. He wanted to mark her mouth and her pussy and her ass, fill her up with him until she couldn’t remember any cock giving her pleasure except his.

The thought made him impossibly harder. He wanted to explore every inch of her body and make it clear she belonged to him, would
always
belong to him.

“Oh please, oh please.” Erin panted above him, eager sounds issuing from the back of her throat. “Can I come? Blake, can I—”

“Come for me, beautiful. Come on my mouth,” he mumbled against her aroused flesh. He sucked her clit, drawing hard on the nub until Erin came with a wild cry.

She bucked beneath him, heels digging into the mattress, pelvis lifting into the air. Blake moved his hands back to her hips, holding her still as he gently lapped away the slickness rushing down her thighs. Only when her breath began to slow and some of the tension left her muscles did he increase the pressure of his strokes once more, playing through her folds with his tongue, teasing her clit with the barest pressure.

“I don’t know if I can go again,” she whispered, hands shaking as her fingers combed through his hair. “It was so amazing, Blake. So intense. I’m not all the way back in my body yet.”

“You will be,” he promised, continuing his tender torment, licking and probing until Erin’s hands fisted in the sheets and her soft whimpers of arousal filled the air. Finally, her needy sounds and the smell of the fresh heat pooling between her legs was too much to resist. He needed to be inside her, needed to fuck her with all the desire coursing through his veins like a runaway train.

Blake surged over Erin’s trembling body, positioning himself and shoving his engorged, aching cock into where she was so hot, so wet.

“Fuck, Erin.” He groaned into her mouth, meeting her eager lips with his own, slipping his tongue between her teeth and letting her taste her own salty heat.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed, urging him even deeper inside her welcoming sheath. “Yes! You feel so good, Blake.”

The head of his cock bumped against the end of her and his balls fit snugly in the crack of her ass, but still Erin flexed her muscles and tilted her hips as if she couldn’t get him deep enough. Blake knew how she felt. He wanted to get closer, deeper. He wanted to share her skin, to fuse their separate bodies into one mass of pulsing, aroused flesh.

With a growl, Blake pulled back and slammed home, again and again, burying himself to the hilt in Erin. Slow, savage thrusts all too quickly became swift and desperate as his control slipped, burned away by the heat they generated together. He rode her hard, shoving in and out of her slick sheath, setting a brutal rhythm Erin matched with eager lifts of her hips.

“Yes, Blake. Yes!” She came without warning this time, her pussy clamping down on where he moved inside her, triggering his own release so quickly he barely had time to realize he wasn’t wearing a condom.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
Blake

Blake cursed as he pulled out of her tight heat, his cock pulsing against her belly, spilling thick, sticky cum across her stomach.

He groaned as his release rocketed through him, sending waves of satisfaction flowing out to every inch of his body, the pleasure at odds with the voice inside his head that shouted that he was a fucking idiot for forgetting protection.

He collapsed on top of Erin a few seconds later, breath still coming faster as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I’m so sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry,” she panted. “I like feeling you come on me.” She kissed him again, her arms wrapping around him, fingertips tracing patterns on his sweat-dampened back.

He sighed. “No, I meant for forgetting a condom.”

“Oh,” she said, blinking as comprehension dawned. “Well, I’m on the pill and clean. So you don’t have to worry about my end of things.”

“I’m clean, too. I was tested a couple of months ago and I
never
forget to wear a rubber,” he said, not realizing how true the words were until they were out of his mouth.

He had truly
never
forgotten to use protection. Not a single time in his life. No wonder he’d come so fast. He wasn’t used to the bliss of being inside a woman without a latex barrier, especially this woman.

Erin. God. Fucking her was even better than it had been when they were kids. So fucking hot he wanted her again, ten seconds after they’d finished.

“This was the first time this has happened,” he confessed. “Ever. I don’t know what I was thinking. I shouldn’t have lost control.”

“Some Dom you are,” she said, a teasing gleam in her eye. “I think
you
should be punished this time.”

He smiled. “I think you’re right. How about I serve you waffles on my hands and knees?” He bent his head, pressing kisses along her bare shoulder. It was impossible to keep from kissing her when she was this close.

“I was thinking you could grab me a towel from the bathroom,” she said with a giggle. “But the hands and knees stuff sounds good, too.”

“Yes, ma’am. Your wish is my command.” Blake rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom, taking a second to wash his hands and run warm water on a washcloth before returning to Erin with the cloth and a towel. “I have returned, Mistress.”

Erin laughed as she wrinkled her nose. “Do you switch? I mean, I can’t imagine it, but I have to ask.”

“No, never,” he said with a smile. “Do you?”