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window.
“No, you don’t!”
I’m on my feet
in an instant, a bit wobbly, but determined.
At the door,
Carter turns to me, looking surprised. I don’t know if my outburst or my out- fit is the reason. I’m slightly distracted by hers, the casual-looking shirt and
skirt, definitely not business gear. She must have been back for a while.
“What do you
mean?” she asks softly.
“Do this. To me.
Keep leading me on and then run away.”
“What do you
want me to do instead?”
Did she really
not get a clue when she took off my panties a few moments ago? I step into her
personal place, close enough for our bodies to touch, initiating the kiss
without hesitation or regret. The next moment, my back is against the door and
she kisses me back, hard and deep—and her hand is back to where it was before,
my body overwhelmed with heated, amazing sensations. I am melting, dissolving
into her touch, astonished at the intensity of whatever this is, and I realize
that earlier, I had something else on my mind than a quick make-out session
against a vertical surface. I mean, what is all that careful seduction worth if
in the end, it’s going to be like this? I can’t help it, can’t pretend I
haven’t given this a lot of thought even since before she first put her hand
underneath my nightgown.
“Is that okay
with you? Is that what you want?” Carter whispers against my ear, her fingers
pressing harder, their rhythm perfect and magic. My answer is a moan, and I
nearly collapse to the floor, but she holds me up throughout every hot pulsing
wave of incredible pleasure. She cups my face in both hands and places a soft
kiss on my lips, a gentle smile on her face. I’m sure she’s barely refraining
from saying “I told you so”. I could tell her so many factors played into this
moment, experience, maybe, but that’s by far not the whole story. I can see how
I didn’t even allow myself to be with anyone, because I was so worried about
distractions and disappointments—that doesn’t kill the longing for human
contact, the kind that goes beyond a friendly hug.
Then, there’s
this little detail I’m almost ashamed to acknowledge, but her way of turning
the tables, taking charge, really turned me on, and obviously her taking me
here without asking is part of that—isn’t it? I thought sex would clear up
something between us, but I might be even more confused than before.
“Does it
matter?” I ask, my voice clearly reflecting my post-orgasmic state. “When did
it start to matter to you what I want?”
“It does. It
always has,” Carter says firmly. Her hands are on my arms, and she’s steering
me to the bed. “I’m sorry. This wasn’t what I had planned either. You surprised
me…I’m not saying it’s your fault. I’m here now, I’m listening to you.”
“I don’t want to
talk, not right now. I want…” You . Even after the fact, it’s a tough
admission to make. I’m attracted to her, have been from the first moment. I
want this to mean something. I am losing my mind.
“I know.”
Carter seems to
sense the shift in my mood, and she steps forward to embrace me. “I told you. I
want to give you everything you need.”
She slides the
straps of the nightgown from my shoulders, and it falls to the floor, leaving
me wearing nothing but the lacy bra. Carter reaches behind me, a swift movement,
and it’s gone too. I’m standing in front of her, spell-bound and completely naked,
to her gaze and her hands.
The bed sheets
are cool against my back, making me shiver, but only until she’s on top of me.
I want to touch her. I have barely formed the intention when she pins my wrists
above my head, oh God, I had no idea this would make me so hot, the reality,
the memory of us talking about restraints.
She lets me help
her get out of her clothes, and then takes off her bra and panties in quick
impatient gestures.
I almost laugh,
but hold back the impulse, knowing I would have to explain myself, but
“No, you don’t!”
I’m on my feet
in an instant, a bit wobbly, but determined.
At the door,
Carter turns to me, looking surprised. I don’t know if my outburst or my out- fit is the reason. I’m slightly distracted by hers, the casual-looking shirt and
skirt, definitely not business gear. She must have been back for a while.
“What do you
mean?” she asks softly.
“Do this. To me.
Keep leading me on and then run away.”
“What do you
want me to do instead?”
Did she really
not get a clue when she took off my panties a few moments ago? I step into her
personal place, close enough for our bodies to touch, initiating the kiss
without hesitation or regret. The next moment, my back is against the door and
she kisses me back, hard and deep—and her hand is back to where it was before,
my body overwhelmed with heated, amazing sensations. I am melting, dissolving
into her touch, astonished at the intensity of whatever this is, and I realize
that earlier, I had something else on my mind than a quick make-out session
against a vertical surface. I mean, what is all that careful seduction worth if
in the end, it’s going to be like this? I can’t help it, can’t pretend I
haven’t given this a lot of thought even since before she first put her hand
underneath my nightgown.
“Is that okay
with you? Is that what you want?” Carter whispers against my ear, her fingers
pressing harder, their rhythm perfect and magic. My answer is a moan, and I
nearly collapse to the floor, but she holds me up throughout every hot pulsing
wave of incredible pleasure. She cups my face in both hands and places a soft
kiss on my lips, a gentle smile on her face. I’m sure she’s barely refraining
from saying “I told you so”. I could tell her so many factors played into this
moment, experience, maybe, but that’s by far not the whole story. I can see how
I didn’t even allow myself to be with anyone, because I was so worried about
distractions and disappointments—that doesn’t kill the longing for human
contact, the kind that goes beyond a friendly hug.
Then, there’s
this little detail I’m almost ashamed to acknowledge, but her way of turning
the tables, taking charge, really turned me on, and obviously her taking me
here without asking is part of that—isn’t it? I thought sex would clear up
something between us, but I might be even more confused than before.
“Does it
matter?” I ask, my voice clearly reflecting my post-orgasmic state. “When did
it start to matter to you what I want?”
“It does. It
always has,” Carter says firmly. Her hands are on my arms, and she’s steering
me to the bed. “I’m sorry. This wasn’t what I had planned either. You surprised
me…I’m not saying it’s your fault. I’m here now, I’m listening to you.”
“I don’t want to
talk, not right now. I want…” You . Even after the fact, it’s a tough
admission to make. I’m attracted to her, have been from the first moment. I
want this to mean something. I am losing my mind.
“I know.”
Carter seems to
sense the shift in my mood, and she steps forward to embrace me. “I told you. I
want to give you everything you need.”
She slides the
straps of the nightgown from my shoulders, and it falls to the floor, leaving
me wearing nothing but the lacy bra. Carter reaches behind me, a swift movement,
and it’s gone too. I’m standing in front of her, spell-bound and completely naked,
to her gaze and her hands.
The bed sheets
are cool against my back, making me shiver, but only until she’s on top of me.
I want to touch her. I have barely formed the intention when she pins my wrists
above my head, oh God, I had no idea this would make me so hot, the reality,
the memory of us talking about restraints.
She lets me help
her get out of her clothes, and then takes off her bra and panties in quick
impatient gestures.
I almost laugh,
but hold back the impulse, knowing I would have to explain myself, but
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