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really?
After all this planning, the careful execution of what Carter called a
nefarious scheme, this is not the elegant consummation of a fantasy that is now
ours—this feels more like the impatience of teenagers, like there’s no
tomorrow. For us, maybe there isn’t, but the dire thought vanishes quickly when
she’s back with me, her passionate kiss and wandering hands inciting me all
over again.
Yeah, maybe she’s
really that good. Given the way all my plans have been made to come to a
jarring halt, I deserve something in return, don’t I?
I wonder if
she’ll want to use some ties on me tonight—or maybe something else. The
possibilities make me breathless with want, the sensation only intensified by
feeling her wetness against mine, hot, undeniable. Part of me feels smug and
thrilled by the fact I can do this to her.
I wonder about
something else.
“Can I touch
you?”
“Eventually,”
Carter says, anticipation in her tone and smile. She sits back, runs her hands
up my thighs, gently parting them. It’s strange to think that only days ago, I
was worried about tuition, exams and shifts, the usual, and now…I feel
helpless, exposed and so, so hot. She runs a fingertip along the length of my
sex, then dips in between swollen lips. My body tenses in answer, welcoming
her, wanting her deeper, but instead, she raises her finger to her mouth,
licking the tip of it. I haven’t felt like fainting in a while, but I do now.
“I wanted to taste
you from the moment I first saw you in that café, wearing that cute uniform,”
she says. “Nick kept going on about how great his chocolate cake was, and I
wanted to make everyone get out and take you right there on the table.”
“What did you
want to do to me?” My voice is thick with desire. I might not like myself very
much tomorrow, for several reasons, but tonight, I’ll indulge myself, her,
abandon all principles and responsibilities if that’s what it takes.
“Among other
things…this.”
Carter leans down,
her hair falling forward. She tucks it back behind her ears and then plunges me
into a world of pleasure I have never known before. If I ever experienced
anything this good, it’s been too long for me to remember…There’s no before or
after anyway, just this moment, Carter undoing me with her lips and tongue, and
I don’t need to be tied up to let myself go, to give myself to her. I can’t
help the whimper when she slides a finger back into me, pushing my hips against
her to make her go deeper, faster, something to resolve this impossible state,
but she stills her movements, whispers to me.
“Relax. Take
your time. I’ll get you there.”
Oh, it’s not
like I have any doubts.
Every heartbeat,
every pulse focuses my attention sharply towards my core, the caress of her
tongue, the pressure of her fingertips in all the right places, I can’t stand
it any longer…You’d think I’d scream with emotions and sensations this
overpowering, but when I come, it’s with a series of gasps, shuddering against
her.
She holds me
against her while my breathing calms, slowly, and this, us, together, feels so
good I have the foolish notion that everything will change. Sure, she made a bad
call, but I’m in a forgiving mood, and I’m sure we can start over from here…
“Welcome home,”
I murmur against her chest.
Carter brushes a
hand over my hair, disentangles herself from my embrace and gets up. I watch in
disbelief as she picks up her clothes and puts them back on. Suddenly overly
aware of my nakedness, I wrap myself in the sheet quickly and get up too,
almost falling over my feet.
“This is not
fair!” It’s not rational either, but it happens to be the first thing that
comes to mind. “You’re not leaving.”
“I have work to
do.” Carter’s gaze is unapologetic, as always when she thinks she’s right and
accepts no further negotiation. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“You crazy
bitch.” I’m not in the mood for
After all this planning, the careful execution of what Carter called a
nefarious scheme, this is not the elegant consummation of a fantasy that is now
ours—this feels more like the impatience of teenagers, like there’s no
tomorrow. For us, maybe there isn’t, but the dire thought vanishes quickly when
she’s back with me, her passionate kiss and wandering hands inciting me all
over again.
Yeah, maybe she’s
really that good. Given the way all my plans have been made to come to a
jarring halt, I deserve something in return, don’t I?
I wonder if
she’ll want to use some ties on me tonight—or maybe something else. The
possibilities make me breathless with want, the sensation only intensified by
feeling her wetness against mine, hot, undeniable. Part of me feels smug and
thrilled by the fact I can do this to her.
I wonder about
something else.
“Can I touch
you?”
“Eventually,”
Carter says, anticipation in her tone and smile. She sits back, runs her hands
up my thighs, gently parting them. It’s strange to think that only days ago, I
was worried about tuition, exams and shifts, the usual, and now…I feel
helpless, exposed and so, so hot. She runs a fingertip along the length of my
sex, then dips in between swollen lips. My body tenses in answer, welcoming
her, wanting her deeper, but instead, she raises her finger to her mouth,
licking the tip of it. I haven’t felt like fainting in a while, but I do now.
“I wanted to taste
you from the moment I first saw you in that café, wearing that cute uniform,”
she says. “Nick kept going on about how great his chocolate cake was, and I
wanted to make everyone get out and take you right there on the table.”
“What did you
want to do to me?” My voice is thick with desire. I might not like myself very
much tomorrow, for several reasons, but tonight, I’ll indulge myself, her,
abandon all principles and responsibilities if that’s what it takes.
“Among other
things…this.”
Carter leans down,
her hair falling forward. She tucks it back behind her ears and then plunges me
into a world of pleasure I have never known before. If I ever experienced
anything this good, it’s been too long for me to remember…There’s no before or
after anyway, just this moment, Carter undoing me with her lips and tongue, and
I don’t need to be tied up to let myself go, to give myself to her. I can’t
help the whimper when she slides a finger back into me, pushing my hips against
her to make her go deeper, faster, something to resolve this impossible state,
but she stills her movements, whispers to me.
“Relax. Take
your time. I’ll get you there.”
Oh, it’s not
like I have any doubts.
Every heartbeat,
every pulse focuses my attention sharply towards my core, the caress of her
tongue, the pressure of her fingertips in all the right places, I can’t stand
it any longer…You’d think I’d scream with emotions and sensations this
overpowering, but when I come, it’s with a series of gasps, shuddering against
her.
She holds me
against her while my breathing calms, slowly, and this, us, together, feels so
good I have the foolish notion that everything will change. Sure, she made a bad
call, but I’m in a forgiving mood, and I’m sure we can start over from here…
“Welcome home,”
I murmur against her chest.
Carter brushes a
hand over my hair, disentangles herself from my embrace and gets up. I watch in
disbelief as she picks up her clothes and puts them back on. Suddenly overly
aware of my nakedness, I wrap myself in the sheet quickly and get up too,
almost falling over my feet.
“This is not
fair!” It’s not rational either, but it happens to be the first thing that
comes to mind. “You’re not leaving.”
“I have work to
do.” Carter’s gaze is unapologetic, as always when she thinks she’s right and
accepts no further negotiation. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“You crazy
bitch.” I’m not in the mood for
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