I push her down into the mattress, as I kneel between her thighs, drinking in the sight of her. I take a full minute to look at her naked—finally. It hits me like a high. It’s our first time like this, but there’s no awkwardness at all, like we know each other too well to feel embarrassed. I kiss my way up her soft stomach, then drag my tongue up to one of her nipples. She fists my hair, arching for more, and I press her breast deeper into my mouth, letting myself drown in the taste of her skin.
I suck harder on her nipple, teasing her, feeling the insides of her thighs pressing into my hips, and once I’ve devoured her breasts I pull back, desperate to taste between her legs again.
I trail past her belly button and down to her pussy, my mouth literally watering as my tongue explores every fold and contour, returning again and again to lap at her clit, feeling it throb against my lips, her clutching for the sheets as she cries out, panting my name when finally she comes in waves. I love hearing her moan for me like that, and I know I’ll like it even better when I’m inside her.
I’m so hard I can barely stand up, but I get to my feet and pull off my boxers. Carrie scoots up the bed and falls back on the pillow. Shenods. I can’t take my eyes off the fullness of her curves, and a second later my legs are pressing into hers, our hips moving in time as I take what I know is mine. Lying there skin to skin, the electricity between us is sparking, and I know I have her now—for tonight and for all the days to come.
Our lips meet again and we kiss hungrily. She squirms against me, bucking her hips, and all I want to do is push into her without waiting a second longer.Don’t be stupid. Reluctantly, I reach over to the drawer, holding her as close as I can, keeping my lips locked on hers as I fumble for the condoms and roll one on, gently biting at her tongue, sucking it slowly as I slip into her.
Her arms fall over her head, and she arches her back, letting her hips loosen invitingly, and I drive deeper in, pausing for just a second to calm my pounding heart.
“Don’t stop.”
She digs her nails into my shoulders, and I start rocking back and forth, trying to still my pulse, finding a rhythm. Now, with the heat of her lips blossoming against mine, now that she’s lying naked spread out under me, my cock has a life of its own, and the intensity is all-consuming.
I look down at her, at the sheen spreading across her chest. We’re drenched in sweat, our arms slick against each other, her breasts pressed to my pecs, her soft inner thighs sliding against my hips as we move as one. And right now, I know I’ll do everything in my power to be the best boyfriend she ever had.
I know I come way too fast and hard to take Carrie along on the ride with me, and give her another orgasm, but I’m already buzzing with leftover energy, and she doesn’t seem opposed to another round.
As soon I’m done, I roll back over to her, taking her tongue into my mouth all over again, kissing her again and again and again, making up for all that lost time.
I slide back into her, and this time it’s different—more tender. So tender, it hurts actually. Every pulse of her shooting through me,every moan she makes, the smallest twitches coursing through me like they’re my own. We don’t need words. Instead, we flip and flow back and forth, reading each other’s bodies with perfect fluency, until finally we collapse back onto the mattress, exhausted.
She doesn’t ask me to take her home. And she doesn’t curl up on the other side of the bed, either. Instead, I spoon her, tugging the comforter up over us both, reaching over to flick off the light, feeling her ass nestled against me, her back warm against my chest. Her naked body against mine is the best feeling in the world.
“Sweet dreams, Carrie.”
“Sweet dreams.” She stirs. “Oh, and I nearly forgot—happy birthday.”
“We got there in the end, huh?” I whisper. “This birthday was the best.”
Should I say more? In a way, I want to consolidate what just happened between us—but I’m scared of messing this up, and before I know it, I’m drifting off to sleep with my face buried in her hair and my hand on her stomach, our hearts beating in time.
I’M NOT A WRIGGLER—MYbed is huge, but I always end up in the exact same spot come morning. I realize Carrie is the complete opposite when I wake to find her toes practically shoved up my nose.
Daylight streams in through the cracks in the blinds, and I lean over to check her out. We’ve ended up top to tail, and I stifle a laugh. Her cheek is pressing into my knee, and she’s hugging my thigh like it’s a teddy. One of her legs is folded over my stomach, and her foot is dangerously close to my mouth, her hair is cloaking her face, the comforter strategically draped over the more interesting parts of her.That’s too bad.
I sit and watch her for a while, sifting back through memories of last night. I definitely got my rocks off, probably because I’d been craving it for a while now—but also because it was happening with Carrie. I can’t shake the idea that this is the girl for me, andwhile I’m okay with that, I can’t help but feel so scared this is a hit-and-run.
I’m reminding myself to be patient and wait for her to wake up, when her eyelids flutter.Here goes nothing. The moment of truth.She gives my thigh a quick squeeze before stretching like a cat, delivering a blow to my chin with her heel.
“Good morning to you, too,” I grumble, grabbing her ankle.
Propping herself up on her elbows, she looks down the bed at me, her eyes widening as she takes us in.Not the reaction I was hoping for.Her eyes linger on the shape of us lying here slotted together like some abstract sculpture, and I’m starting to freak out. I’m guessing she’s not into me the way I’m into her.
She clears her throat, her voice thick with sleep. “Why is your head all the way down there?”
“Why isyourhead near my dick?”
She groans, rolling over onto her back, nearly breaking my nose in the process, suddenly realizing she’s been sleeping the wrong way around. Letting out a heavy sigh, she drops her head onto the mattress. It feels like any minute now, she’s going to scoop up her stuff and make a beeline for the door. She shivers, pulling the cover tighter around her, before sitting up.Say something, dude—anything to make her stay.
“Do you want…”
I’m cut short by Carrie crawling up the bed, draping herself over the full length of me, her skin cool against my own, pulling the comforter up over our heads.
“I’m cold.”
It takes me a moment to register what’s going on. I fold my arms around her, feeling her cheek warm—and it’s not the only thing that’s heating up. My fingers brush against her back as I drop my hand to cup her ass, pressing her into my hard-on.
