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She'd been a little less forward than you'd been expecting. A little less bold, a little less... intense.
Instead, conversation with Erika is easy and insightful, and you find that you have a lot in common. She's captivating and enticing, yet in an entirely different way compared to her stage persona. Now, you find deeper aspects of her that are attractive: her smile, how she speaks, her outlook on life, her confidence, the way she listens to you so intently despite the slight language barrier, the dark look in her eyes when you move closer and become more tactile as the night wares on...
You end up in her hotel room, which is a surprise to you. Or maybe it isn't. It's hard to think straight over the sound of your racing heart in anticipation of what may transpire. She shuts the door and you're immediately pushed up against it, her hands on your hips and her breath hot against your lips. Your eyes are wide as they meet hers, seeing the same desire you're feeling reflected back at you.
She lets you kiss her first and lust immediately floods through your veins, making you braver. You pull her closer to you, sneaking one hand up to the back of her neck, your mouth falling open against hers, and suddenly, Erika is taking the lead.
Her fingers dig harder into your sides and her teeth scrape your bottom lip; not forcefully, but just enough to send shivers up your spine. You feel yourself beginning to lose your breath and inhale sharply, which Erika uses as the perfect moment to push her tongue into your mouth and coax a small whine from you. The door that your back is still pressed firmly against feels like your only remaining grip on reality and the only thing grounding you.
That quickly goes out the window when Erika slots her thigh in between yours.
You break the kiss as you tip your head back, mouth falling open as a breathy moan escapes you. The pressure feels like a relief for the growing ache between your legs, but amplifies your want tenfold.
Erika does not allow you much of a respite before you feel her kissing at the side of your exposed throat, gentle for now against the sensitive skin. You wonder if she can feel how fast your pulse is racing.
The moment she sucks a mark into your skin your desperation amps up a notch and you subconsciously grind down against her thigh. Heat settles low in your stomach and you arch into her touch, seeking friction to add to the overwhelming sensations throughout your body. You feel a bite at your collarbone and your breathing is audible now, heavy and ragged and you need more.
"Please, please... please," you breathe, whiny and strained, and you don't even know exactly what you're begging for, except that you just need something.
Erika leaves one last kiss against the side of your neck before pulling back and meeting your gaze. You immediately still, the look in her eyes intense and scrutinising, like she knows she could ruin you with just a click of her fingers. The thought exhilarates you.
After a brief pause, she grabs you by the chin and tilts your head forward to be level. You gasp before you can stop yourself.
"Impatient," she says, voice low and dark. As if to emphasise her point, she steps back and the placating pressure between your legs is gone, leaving you feeling disorientated. She smirks at you. "What do you want?" she asks, only slightly condescendingly.
For a moment, you wonder if you'll be able to find your voice. "You," you just about manage to say, as if that much wasn't already obvious.
Surprisingly, she doesn't push you for a more specific answer. She grabs you by the front of your shirt and pulls you towards the bed, not breaking eye contact. You want to kiss her again but you're not sure if your lungs could take much more of the way it leaves you completely breathless.
"I can tell that already by how you look at me," she replies suddenly. "Undressing me with your eyes."
You come to a stop by the bed, crisp white hotel sheets made up perfectly. Not for much longer.
Taking a steadying breath, you turn your attention back to Erika. "You noticed." You intend for it to come out as a question and startle yourself a little when it doesn't. It's beginning to feel as though you have less and less control over your own brain.
In fact, it's beginning to feel as though you have less and less control over the situation in general, the sense of which only heightens when Erika pushes you down onto the bed. You gasp as your head hits the pillows, and then Erika climbs slowly on top of you, straddling your lap. You're not sure whether it's that or the motion from falling that makes you feel momentarily light-headed.
She traces her fingertips up the centre of your chest as she leans in close, and you feel like you're paralysed. Reflexively, you flick your gaze down to her chest as her cleavage presses together enticingly from the angle. She laughs quietly when you look back at her, embarrassment spreading through you at having been caught, despite that most likely being her intention in the first place.
"You are very easy to read," she mutters, looking pointedly in your eyes. "Of course I notice how desperate you are."
A hand traces down along your side, across your stomach and lower, lower, making you shiver. She caresses your inner thigh and then drags her fingers up between your legs over your clothes, sending a surge of arousal through you as your breath stutters. You want to push back against her hand, but before you can, she's already pulling away, leaning up and leaving you laying there on the mattress, breathing heavily and completely at her mercy.
Your half-lidded eyes watch her as she sits in front of you, and she looks like a goddess. You've never wanted anyone more in your life.
It takes you a few seconds to calm down before you feel as if you can speak. "Erika..." You trail off. Your mouth is dry.
She doesn't move, watching you curiously almost like an animal. "Look at you," she eventually breathes, and you suddenly feel exposed despite still being fully-clothed. "You'd let me do anything to you."
It's not a question, but you nod anyway. You're under her spell, waiting for her to make all the moves.
And then she does.
She's on you in an instant, kissing you hard and stripping you of the clothes on your bottom-half, and then you feel her hand back on your thigh, her nails digging in. The pain has you gasping and arching your back, your legs falling slightly more open instinctively. "Ah... please," falls from your lips before you can stop yourself. Erika looks up at you and her expression almost makes you lose it then and there.
Without breaking eye contact, she finally touches you over the fabric of your underwear, dragging her fingers upwards and you know she can feel how aroused you are. The ghost of a touch over your clit, even for just a millisecond, makes you cry out and buck your hips. She smiles at you dangerously.
"You want this?" she asks teasingly, and you almost sob as you feel your overwhelming desire bubble up to the surface.
"Yes," you reply desperately, chest heaving. She maintains eye contact as she pushes the material to the side and finally, she touches you.
It feels like an electric current rushing through your nerves as she drags a finger directly over your clit, and you let out a yelp as your hips jolt involuntarily. You're practically drenched; you can feel the way her touch glides over you effortlessly and it only serves to turn you on even more. You wonder if Erika will make some sort of comment, but when you meet her gaze, she's already looking at you and no words need to be said. She's well aware of the effect she's having, and you're certain that it's doing things to her too.
Two of her fingers push easily inside you and your eyes squeeze shut, a drawn-out moan sounding from somewhere in your chest as the aching desperation you feel somehow both wanes and amplifies at the same time. You struggle to keep your breathing even, hands grabbing at the bedsheets around you.
She makes a subtle movement, not quite fully drawing her fingers out yet, but it makes you gasp and bring one knee up, subconsciously giving her more room. There's a hand on your thigh and you open your eyes to see her settling between your legs, half-leaning on top of you. She's beautiful, and you almost open your mouth to tell her so, but then she starts moving her fingers and your thoughts become obsolete.
It's slow at first, deliberate movements that you're sure are only so she can hear your involuntary whines, but she keeps you firmly in the grasp of your pleasure, unable to focus your thoughts on anything other than her and how she's touching you and how badly you want this.
Her free hand wanders up your thigh, leaving your skin tingling, and then she curls her fingers and pleasure sparks through you, your back arching and head twisting to the side.
"Oh, fuck," you mumble into the pillow, feeling your eyes prickling with tears. There's a hand on your cheek, fingers brushing through your hair, a kiss against your throat, but all you can think about are the ripples of your pleasure coursing through you endlessly as she keeps repeating that movement-
She doesn't let up, but she whispers at you to get your attention. "Hey... relax."
It's an almost laughable notion as it feels borderline impossible, but you force yourself to look at her. Her eyes are dark and hungry, and she looks so hot like this that your breath stutters.
"Is this what you were thinking of?" she continues. "Me being in control like this?"
Speaking is too difficult and you don't trust your voice, so instead you just nod and let your head fall to the side again.
However, that doesn't seem to satisfy her. She grabs you by the jaw to turn you back to face her at the same moment she brings her thumb up to your clit and draws tight little circles. You choke on a loud moan, writhing underneath her and gasping as the burning pleasure erupts under your skin.
She slows down just a little to give you some respite, her other hand still holding your face. "I asked a question."
The tone of her voice does absolutely nothing to help you think clearer, but the words tumble out of your mouth before your brain can catch up.
"Yeah, yes- ahh fuck... God, Erika-"
You need her nearer, so you wrap your arms around her back, pulling her closer and moaning into her shoulder. She presses her palm against your clit every time her fingers pump into you and you move against the friction, chasing it, gripping onto her for leverage as you roll your hips.
She leans beside your ear before muttering, "Keep making those sounds for me."
You don't think you could stop even if you wanted to, especially not after hearing her voice so low and sensual. Your heart is pounding and your skin feels too hot all over, but you barely even register it in the back of your mind, only focused on the edge you can feel rapidly approaching.
"Please, please," you breathe over and over, barely coherent and on the verge of nonsensical babbling. Control slips away from you like a stone sinking to the bottom of the ocean.
A moan falls from your lips every time you exhale and your blood rushes loudly in your ears, but you still somehow hear Erika's voice beside you cutting through your trance.
"Let go."
Her teeth sink into your neck and she circles your clit faster, and a few more moments of building and spiralling pleasure is all it takes for blinding ecstasy to shoot through your veins, overwhelming in the best possible way. Your whole body jerks and you can feel yourself clenching around her fingers, wave after wave of pleasure flooding through you and your brain can comprehend absolutely nothing else.
Your lungs suddenly remember to allow you to breathe, and a rush of air escapes you in the form of a breathy shout before you can no longer control how vocal you are as you ride out the rest of your orgasm. Erika curls her fingers inside you to the rhythm of your pulsing muscles, making tears fall down your face at the pleasure bordering on overstimulation. You roll your hips in time with it regardless though, drawing it out for as long as possible until your senses slowly return to you and your body goes slack.
Erika stills her movements the second you do, slowly pulling back her hand and lifting off of you a little, giving you more space to breathe and catch your breath. You let out tiny involuntary hums with each rise and fall of your chest, every inch of you feeling so sensitive yet sated.
After a few more seconds, you open your eyes and they immediately fall on Erika, laying propped up beside you and holding up the fingers she just fucked you with. They glisten with your arousal, and she meets your gaze with a downright sinful look in her eyes. In a split second, realisation dawns on you.
You're frozen in shock as you watch her sensually suck her fingers clean, not breaking eye contact for a single second, and it's so filthy and obscene that you immediately feel heat pool in your lower stomach again despite having just cum.
She puts on an erotic show for you, dramatically fluttering her eyes closed once she's done as she slowly pulls her fingers out of her mouth, deliberately letting them drag over her bottom lip.
"Fuck," you whisper, spellbound. You don't fully register your movements until you're climbing onto her lap and kissing her hard, pushing your tongue into her mouth to taste yourself and moaning when you do. She responds immediately with vigour, grabbing at your hips and sliding her hands underneath your shirt that you're still wearing - why are you still wearing it? - and pulling it up and over your head, only breaking your kiss to throw it across the room.
You return the favour, pulling at her clothes and removing them blindly as you continue to kiss, suddenly more than eager to get your hands on her skin.
After you unhook her bra, you pull back to openly marvel at her breasts. All sense of shame left you a long time ago and somehow you feel completely at ease in her presence, content with both desiring and being desired. It's liberating and ever so intoxicating.
In an instant, your hands are exploring her body, following her curves, and she keeps you steady with her hands either on your hips or your shoulders, mouthing at your skin and making you breathe harshly against her. She's letting you have this moment, but the knowledge that she's still ultimately in control buzzes continuously in the back of your head like the side effects of a drug.
"I want to eat you out," you say suddenly, the words spilling out of your mouth before you even have time to process the thought.
Erika pulls back from you a little, her hands stilling on your upper thighs and a smile spreading across her face. "Yeah? You wanna be good for me?"
You're unable to hide your reaction, those words obviously doing something to you. You do want to be good for her; you want to make her feel good and completely lose yourself, letting your mind drift away as she uses you purely for her own pleasure.
"Then kneel for me."
A low whisper in your ear snaps you back to reality and you climb off her lap to kneel beside the bed, as eager as a puppy doing tricks for the promise of a treat as a reward.
She shifts forwards until she's sitting on the edge, legs spread in front of you, and you're almost physically shaking with anticipation. A glance up at her face looking down at you almost challengingly does not help your condition, and your breath catches in your throat.
Slowly, you inch your hands over her thighs, almost like you're worshipping her. Maybe you are. You press a kiss against the soft skin, then another, and another, and then experimentally bite gently. Erika gasps in surprise and you can't help smiling to yourself at the reaction. You can't wait to entice more sounds from her.
You hook your fingers into the waistband of her underwear and she lifts up her hips so that you can drag them down. To your delight, you discover that she doesn't fully shave down there.
A wave of desire creeps up on you, impatience hitting along with it. You lean forward and tentatively poke your tongue over her entrance, licking upwards and tasting her arousal, and you instantly feel addicted. A flick of your tongue over her clit earns you a sigh and leaves you wanting more.
You slide your hands up to her hips to use as leverage as you press yourself closer, slowly but deliberately teasing her clit until you hear a low moan above you and you pull away, instead focusing on tasting her lazily and indulgently.
When you push your tongue inside, Erika moans the loudest you've heard her so far, and she mutters a few curses you can't quite make out. You wish you could see her face, but you're able to imagine it so clearly as you try and reach as deep as you can, hands gripping her by the hips harder.
She begins to move gently to your rhythm, until you break it and move to flick your tongue over her clit, drawing a breathy whine from her. Again, you stay for a few moments until her breathing becomes ragged, at which point you move away.
And then she realises what you're doing.
You let out a yelp as she grabs you by your hair and pulls your head back so you're forced to look up at her. "You're teasing," she says, accusatory. Her tone is clipped, her eyes dark and serious. And, fuck, it's just what you wanted.
You try to keep your expression neutral. "Am I?" you ask, feigning innocence.
The grip on your hair tightens and your mouth falls open on a gasp at the painful sensation.
"You want to be good?" She leans in closer, hand releasing your hair to cup your cheek instead, before she mutters in a low voice, "Then you do as you're told."
It feels like your brain melts a little at those words, heat flooding through you as your lower stomach does somersaults. Wordlessly, you nod.
"Make me feel good," she says, her fingers tangling in your hair again as she pushes your head forward. "And you get a reward."
A shiver runs down your spine as you lick over her clit, this time keeping your movements measured and deliberate. You're hers, only hers, and you'll prove your worth to her as best as you can.
It doesn't take long for you to start feeling lost somewhere in your mind, the periodic quiet breaths and moans above you offering the soundtrack to your sparse thoughts and the simmering arousal tingling insistently underneath your skin.
In fact, you realise that it's almost becoming too much to bear. Distantly, you register a groan sounding from your own throat as you begin to suck Erika's clit, and she cries out in response as her hand tightens in your hair.
"Fuck! F-Fuck, like that," she stammers. "So good for me..."
The praise goes straight to your head. You want to hear that again.
You keep your touch light as you bring your middle and ring fingers up between her legs below your mouth. She's so wet that your fingertips nearly slip inside without much force, and a tiny part of you in the back of your mind feels almost smug.
Her hips jolt forward as your tongue slows on her clit and you gently begin to finger her, letting her be the one to set the pace. She does so effortlessly, and it feels strangely comforting to be merely a tool for her pleasure.
Every moan and muttered curse or praise that falls from Erika's lips gradually riles you up more and more, and you're itching for some relief of your own. It's without a doubt in your mind that you're certain Erika is toying with you in a way, seeing how much you can take and whether you'll break before she does.
As much as the idea is thrilling, you want Erika to come undone for you, above you, looking down at you like she's staking a claim over you.
The thought alone causes you to lose yourself for a moment and you whine pathetically, prompting a breathy laugh to sound from above.
"Feeling needy? Fucking slut."
You immediately still completely, choking on a gasp. It catches you off-guard and you can't even try to pretend that you're unaffected.
"Oh, you like that?" You can practically hear Erika's smile lacing her words. She runs her fingers through your hair and you chance a glance up at her; she looks flustered and yet still like she holds all the control that you don't have.
Both of you do nothing for a moment, holding each other's eye contact as it becomes increasingly charged with something electric and dangerous. You're aware of your heartbeat pulsing in your ears in the midst of the sudden stillness.
Then, she whispers to you, deceptively calm. "I didn't tell you to stop."
In an instant it feels as though you're possessed, pouring all your efforts into getting her off. You allow her to guide your head as you lick and suck at her clit, your fingers moving to the same rhythm set by Erika as she rocks her hips forward.
Your skin prickles with heat as you hear her heavy breathing above you before she says, "Fuck, keep doing that."
You hum in response and curl your fingers and Erika gradually becomes louder, much to your delight.
"Look at you- ugh... on your knees... begging to be used..."
It's so hard to bite back a moan, but you close your eyes and breathe deeply. You can feel your legs cramping from the sustained position, your jaw and tongue aching, your heart racing and your brain screaming at you to touch yourself, but somehow you're only tuned into Erika and are able to momentarily put everything else out of your mind.
She moves her hips faster and her thighs flex on either side of your head. She's getting close.
"Such... such a tease," she gasps. You suck on her clit harder, mind fuzzy. You're rewarded with a string of moans.
"And a fucking whore."
Your brain short-circuits and your fingers stutter their rhythm inside her, but you can't tell if it's you or her who groans loudly as suddenly, her thighs clamp around your head and she tenses up. Using what feels like the last remaining brain power you have, you circle your tongue around her clit and work her through her high, her hips thrusting forward erratically and making breathing difficult for you.
Eventually, she begins to relax and you breathe harshly through your nose before giving a few more licks to her clit and pulling back, panting heavily. You slowly draw your hand back too, your wrist twinging slightly with pain no doubt from the angle you held it in.
But all you can think about is Erika, your head falling against her leg as her hand gently strokes your hair.
Her voice is now quiet and gentle, muttering, "Hey, come here," softly as she encourages you up and lays you down next to her, wrapping her arms around you. It feels safe and comforting and you give yourself a minute to let your brain settle, breathing slowly against Erika's neck.
"You were so good," she says into your ear after a few moments. "You have no idea how hot that was."
You feel a tingle spread through you at the praise and you kiss her slowly and sensually. She tastes herself on your tongue and you let her, humming as she licks into your mouth and you gradually fall into a dynamic of push and pull, both of your breaths getting heavier.
When you pull back, desire is pulsing through your veins yet again and making you dizzy with it. "Please... I need-" You cut yourself off, not quite knowing how to give voice to what you want from her.
Luckily, you don't have to. She knows.
She smiles at you and it's one of the most beautiful sights you've ever seen. "I say before that I have a reward for you," she says, and your heart skips a beat. "You'd like it?"
No hesitation is needed for you to know the answer. You nod eagerly.
Again, there's a charged moment where you both hold each other's gaze, during which you can hardly breathe before she moves back slowly, reaching into the bedside table's drawer. Your curiosity is piqued and anticipation hangs in the air, heavy and intoxicating.
After rummaging around for a bit, Erika picks up an object and holds it up... and you freeze.
It's a (decently-sized) strap-on.
"How do you feel about riding me?" she asks, tone sweet and innocent as if she was simply offering you something to drink. Somehow, that juxtaposition really does it for you and your brain decides not to co-operate.
"Shit..." is all you can manage in reply, mouth hanging open. She chuckles at you.
You watch her step into the harness and tighten the buckles around her hips in a daze, positive that nothing else will ever come close to the sight in front of you. A sudden wave of impatience makes you feel restless and you're sure that Erika is deliberately taking her time just to mess with you; not that you would complain if that was the case, of course.
She attaches the strap and then tosses a bottle of lube and a vibrator onto the bed next to you. You watch with intrigue and mild amusement, briefly wondering how many sex toys she makes a habit of bringing everywhere with her, but your mind immediately goes blank when she approaches you, settling next to you and kissing you again.
Her hands find your hips and she pulls you forward until you slowly climb on top of her, and the new position sends a thrill of excitement through you. She breaks the kiss and places a finger under your chin, encouraging you to keep your head up. "Keep your eyes on me. Okay?"
The same low and seductive tone you're slowly growing familiar with renders you nothing but putty in her hands. "Yeah- yes. Okay."
Satisfied, she reaches for the lube to spread it over the silicone. You're sure you don't need it, but you appreciate the sentiment nonetheless.
You feel Erika grabbing at your hips again, a little harder this time, and she guides you to where she needs you. As requested, you keep your stare firmly fixed on her face and find yourself not only feeling captivated for the millionth time by her beauty, but something deeper as well. You trust her completely.
As you slowly begin to sink down, the overwhelming sensation immediately has you gasping and falling forwards slightly onto her. Bracing your hands on her chest, you breathe deeply and shakily and force yourself to keep looking in her eyes until the full length is inside you.
A whine escapes your lips and Erika quickly hushes you, stroking your hair gently. You lift your hips up a little and then back down experimentally, exhaling shakily at the feeling as Erika watches you silently, almost as if she's studying you. That realisation fills you with a new hunger and you repeat the movement, lifting up a little further this time.
"Fuck," you groan, dropping your head forward. Gradually, you manage to pick up the pace, and you're vaguely aware of Erika's hands on you, guiding you and stoking the fire within you.
"Look at me," she says under her breath. You lift your head, still keeping your hips moving, and meet her eyes. She holds your gaze for a moment before she slides a hand up to the back of your neck to pull you down into a heated kiss, startling you a little. It's almost impossible to keep your focus long enough to kiss her back, but Erika effortlessly takes control and you lose yourself in it for what feels like the hundredth time.
That's when you distantly register the sound of something buzzing quietly, only realising what it is a split second before Erika holds the vibrator against your clit.
You moan loudly, shutting your eyes and struggling to keep yourself upright but wanting to chase the stimulation despite the setting being on low. She holds it there for just a moment before pulling it away and your eyes snap open at the loss, taking in Erika staring back at you.
She looks far too smug as she says, "What? You want something?"
All of a sudden, you have an all too clear picture in your mind of how she wants this to go, and another spike of arousal hits you. Erika must see something shift in your eyes as she smiles darkly at you like she's challenging you to object. You don't.
Instead, you try to do everything in your power to chase your own relief until she next decides to be merciful. Already your thighs are burning with the effort of fucking yourself on her strap but it easily slips to the back of your mind, drowning in a sea of pleasure.
She holds the vibrator up again, still on the same setting, and this time keeps it there for longer. You make a high-pitched sound and grind your clit against it, the dildo shifting slightly within you and making stars dance across your vision, but it's not enough and you feel as though you're beginning to go insane.
Desperately, you try moving faster, quickly becoming out of breath, and Erika thrusts upwards in time with you, making some sort of comment about how you look right now that you are barely able to process. It's only when you hear the words, "You want more?" that she snags your attention and you whine in response.
You're not expecting it, but there's a couple of clicks and the vibrations amp up, and it's so overwhelming that it practically paralyses you, ripping moans from your throat as sparks ignite somewhere in your brain and it feels so good, so fucking good-
And then it's gone.
You cry out and slump forward, your forehead resting on Erika's shoulder whilst you try and catch your breath and she runs her fingertips lightly over your back.
"Not yet," she murmurs, calm and measured. There's something about how she seems able to read you like a book, knowing exactly how to push your buttons and evoke certain reactions that leaves you feeling stunned and a little bit helpless. You can do nothing but let out a quiet sob and keep riding her, erratic and desperate.
Her hands on your waist are the only thing keeping you from collapsing completely onto her, fatigue seeping into your bones. You hardly recognise your own voice anymore, broken whines and gasps piercing the air, and your heart is racing so fast you wonder if it will beat right out of your chest.
Somewhere to your left, the vibrator clicks to life again and you moan loudly in anticipation. Instead of feeling the relief, though, Erika startles you by pulling you forwards so that your face is inches from hers, your eyes wide as you meet her waiting gaze.
"Beg."
Time seems to stand still for a second as you process the request, and then the weight of it hits you like a freight train. Your breath stutters and you nearly choke, barely managing to spit out a weak, "Please."
She tuts at you like she's disappointed. You know better by now that she's getting off on it just as much as you are.
"You can do better than that," she whispers, slowly and seductively.
You want to scream. "P-please, I... I need it, fuck."
Erika hums in response and finally brings the vibrator back to your clit on the lowest setting again before immediately asking, "And? What else?"
It's even harder to think with the added stimulation whilst you continue riding the strap-on with only one thing on your mind. "And... I want to cum."
Another click. You let out a string of curses.
"How badly?"
It feels as if you're barely in control of the words spilling from your mouth. "So fucking badly- God, I'll... I'll do anything, fuck, please!"
You don't even have the self-awareness left to feel embarrassed, almost on the verge of sobbing. To your utter relief, Erika finally has mercy on you.
"Good girl," she praises, clicking the highest setting.
You didn't anticipate just how overwhelming it would be. Like a puppet with its strings suddenly cut, you fall forwards with a loud moan, burying your face in Erika's neck and whining uncontrollably. Your muscles are too tired and it's all too much all at once, and you need her to do something, anything...
"I can't," you gasp, bordering on hysterical. "I can't- I need you to... fuuuck, please, Erika."
In your delirious state, your mind feels sluggish as you're suddenly maneuvered and your back hits the mattress as Erika switches your positions. She pins your wrists down on either side of your head and her face hovers above yours as you breathe heavily.
"Please what?" she asks firmly.
You remain silent, hoping the look in your eyes conveys all it needs to.
"You want me to fuck you? Hm?"
All you can do is nod, the feeling of your wrists being restrained sending yet another desperate surge through you.
Without any more hesitation, Erika begins moving her hips in a slow but steady rhythm, and you immediately notice the change of angle making you feel even better than before. Your mouth falls open and you let out a deep groan, your eyes fluttering closed on their own accord.
Erika gently lets go of your wrists, instead sliding her hands up to meet yours and inter-linking your fingers. You open your eyes in surprise and notice a shift in the atmosphere as you take in the soft look on Erika's face and her hair swaying in time with her movements, draping over you like a curtain. Instinctively, you drop your gaze to her lips and she closes the gap to kiss you, gently and unhurriedly, and you wish you could stay in this moment forever.
It's not long, however, before your insistent need creeps back to the forefront of your mind and the flames of your desire burn brighter again. You break the kiss with a moan and Erika fucks you faster, keeping pace better than you ever could, and after a while, she lets go of your hands.
"Touch yourself for me," she requests suddenly, sounding out-of-breath. Heat rushes to your face and you hesitate for a second. She gazes unwaveringly back at you.
Shaking slightly, you run a finger over your clit and throw your head back as you let out a heavy breath. Your hips twitch involuntarily to meet Erika's thrusts and a loud moan is ripped from your throat.
In response, Erika lets out a low whine of her own and you glance up at her, immediately noticing the vibrator back in her hand, this time held against herself. The image fuels you with lust and you circle your clit faster.
Your breathing comes in short, ragged gasps, your eyes swimming with unshed tears as your body feels like it's in overdrive. You buck your hips and cry out, free hand reaching up to Erika's back and then sliding down to her ass just to have something to ground you. She gasps as you accidentally dig your nails in a little, her head falling forwards to look at you directly, eyes wild.
Just the sight alone almost sends you over the edge and you're babbling before you can stop yourself. "Fuck, fuck, I- I'm gonna…"
"Yeah?" she practically growls, grinding down harder against the vibrator. "Gonna cum for me?"
The tears finally fall as you squeeze your eyes shut, barely-coherent curses spilling from your lips, and then suddenly you're writhing violently as you reach your climax, almost as if it's been torn out of you. You're only distantly aware of your loud cries, continuing to stimulate your clit as you ride out the seemingly endless waves of your pleasure with no control, arching your back obscenely.
It's only when you realise that it's not just your own moans reaching your ears that you snap out of it a little, forcing yourself to take in the sight above you as Erika reaches her own high. Her eyes are closed and her lips are parted as she groans loudly and breathily, indulgently rolling her hips against the vibrations and you watch intensely as though you're hypnotised, not even caring that you're bordering on overstimulation.
Finally, she opens her eyes, panting hard as she clicks off the vibrator, throwing it to the side and propping herself up on her forearms above you. Your heart is still hammering in your chest, and you're a little dazed and lost in your mind still.
"Hey," she says gently, wiping away the traces of tears left behind on your cheeks. "Okay?"
You nod weakly, still catching your breath. "Yeah."
Slowly, she pulls out of you and throws the dildo elsewhere on the bed to deal with later before laying next to you and stroking your hair. You curl up into her side and let your eyes close as you bask in the afterglow, a warm feeling spreading through your chest as she wraps you in her embrace.
You're not sure how much time passes before you hear her voice again, soft and quiet and perhaps a little tentative.
"Stay the night?"
A smile finds its way onto your face and you untangle yourself a little so you can look into her eyes. You kiss her lips spontaneously and sweetly.
"Of course."