Blair slipped the dildo, which Erin hadn’t realized she was still stroking , out of her hand. She brought it to her opening and moved it around, most likely to pick up more moisture, but it also made Erin crave it even more.

She placed her hand on top of Blair’s to show her what she wanted. Correction— Needed . “Blair, please fuck me.”

Blair smirked once again. “Your wish is my command, my lady.”

Blair slowly pushed the dildo inside of her, the pain Erin felt at first ultimately becoming intense pleasure. She moved her hips up and the toy slipped even deeper inside of her. Erin wasn’t sure why she had never done this before because… shit.

Once Erin was pretty sure Blair couldn’t get any deeper inside of her, Blair lifted her hips and pulled out of her slightly, before slowly pushing in once again. “How does that feel?” she asked hesitantly.

“So good,” Erin forced out just above a whisper. “So fucking good.”

“Are you ready for me to go harder?”

Ready? If Blair didn’t start pounding her, Erin might literally die. Erin grasped on to Blair’s arms and squeezed them hard, then looked into her eyes with all of the fervor currently pulsing through her body. “Blair, I need you to fuck me. Now. ”

Her normal cocky grin was wiped from Blair’s face as she stared at Erin with wide eyes, then slowly nodded her head.

She pushed the dildo in harder this time, and Erin couldn’t stop herself from screaming out in pleasure. Each thrust that followed was harder and faster until both of their bodies were thrashing together, and Erin couldn’t even remember what day it was.

She felt her orgasm building, and with one especially good thrust from Blair, it shot through her. Erin had always thought “toe-curling” was just a figure of speech, but her toes literally curled as her whole body reacted to the sensations pulsing through her.

Blair rolled off of her as Erin struggled to catch her breath. When she was finally able to function, she looked over at Blair, who looked just as spent as Erin felt. “Did you finish?” She didn’t see how Blair could’ve possibly gotten the same enjoyment as she had out of that, and Erin didn’t want to leave her unsatisfied.

Blair laughed at her question. “Fuck yeah. I think I came before you even did. That was so fucking sexy.”

Blair reached over and took Erin’s hand in hers, and the sensation of their fingers intertwining had Erin feeling even more than the sex had. It was no longer the feeling of being completely satisfied or on the edge of a climax. This was different. Erin knew exactly what this feeling was even after not experiencing it for so long. This was the feeling of falling in love.