Page 36 of Crude Heir

I lose my smile. “Yes.” But the room seems cavernous in comparison to the bathroom, and he’s here.

“We’re going to try something.”

“Okay,” I whisper, fighting a sliver of concern. What could he want? Is he going to do something freaky?

“Because you trust me,” he adds. “You do trust me, right?”

“Yes.” I nod tentatively, swallowing hard, in case it is something freaky.

He moves against me. I roll until I’m settled on my back and spread my legs under the covers to accommodate his. “Well done,” he says by my temple then drops a kiss there.

I smile into the darkness, pleased at the fact he liked that I made room for him.

He reaches across me, his weight pressing into me lightly. Plastic rustles nearby. That’s not a condom, right? My pussy’s suddenly wet, anticipating what he might be planning.

The sound seems brittle, not what I ever imagined for a condom wrapper. So what else could it be? He tears through the covering then shifts back to my side.

“I’m going to put this on you,” he says, sounding fully awake. I open my eyes as he pushes off the bed. “Keep them closed.” He pauses to give the order.

I shut my eyes again. “I didn’t know what you needed me to do.”

“This is a sleep mask.” The soft material comes over my forehead, the elastic hugging the back of my head. “It’s just to make sure you’re in complete darkness.”

Complete darkness? “All right.” My voice sounds weak to my own ears. I’m not sure I like this. The other kind of freaky I could probably deal with, hopefully have read about. But this…

The mattress shifts beside me, like he’s settled back in place. “Now, where are you?”

My eyebrows move against the eye covering as I try to follow along. “In your apartment?” My pulse has quickened for an entirely different reason.

He licks the side of my breast. “Closer.” Then his lips close over my nipple, sending a shiver through me. The simple fact I can’t see is heightening my other senses.

“In your bed, in your bedroom.” The cover is moving. Is he uncovering me? I’m suddenly self-conscious about my body. Clearly, I’m not anywhere nearly the first woman he’s seen naked and—

His hand brushes my pelvis. “Ah.” My hips jerk, pushing me into the mattress. My first instinct is to bring my thighs together. His touch is both expected and unexpected. A tingling sensation moves along my pussy.

“Mhm.” His tongue plays against my nipple as his fingers trace a path to the junction between my legs. “And you have plenty of room here.”

“Yes.” The reply comes out sounding breathless as I try to relax.

“Spread your legs for me,” he says casually. I part my thighs, letting him continue along the path he’s chosen. Three fingers, the middle one grazing the length of my clit. “Now tell me, where am I?” As relaxed as he sounds, I have my heart hammering against my neck.

I place a hand on his head, my surroundings seeming like an endless space. “You’re here beside me.”

“That’s right.” He finds my wetness, bringing it up my swollen folds until I’m moaning into the darkness. His middlefinger pushes into me. “Such a tight little hole.” He moves in and out, rubbing the inner wall along the way.

My mind grows fuzzy as he continues, sliding out to run either side of my clit. A moan escapes me. This is much more than anything I’ve ever done. And knowing it’s a man…no, knowing it’s Derrick, makes it all the more sensual.

He slows the caress. “Tell me you’re okay,” he says against my breast.

“I’m okay,” I reply, because nothing could be better. He resumes the motion, sending a shiver throughout my body. “I’m okay.”

“That’s right, baby.” He dips back inside me, adding a second finger. I whimper as he stretches me. “Nicole?”

“I’m okay,” I repeat, assuring him he can keep going. God, I don’t know what I’d do if he stopped.

“Where am I again?” His voice is warm and inviting.

“Beside me.” I take a quick breath. “Inside me.” The shock of saying that out loud, imagining watching him, makes my body clench around him.

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