Chapter 17 #2
We both were extroverts, but I was a shy one.
I became livelier the more comfortable I felt around people.
Carson loved to talk and socialize, so I wasn’t surprised to hear he was almost always in somebody’s lounge, bar, or social hour.
I, on the other hand, loved planning a good dinner party or kickback for my people.
It was cool that community was so important to us, and I was looking forward to the days our families and friends came together to hang out.
His friends had already claimed me before he even did, and I couldn’t wait to get closer to all of them.
I thought it was pretty dope that we both loved to travel, watch movies, and read, but I thought I was about to unfriend him already when he admitted he wasn’t into fantasy and paranormal, which were my favorite things to read.
“Okay, wait. So you like thrillers though?” I confirmed, leaning down in the reclining theater seat.
“Yes. I read a lot of different genres but not those two.”
“Why nooot?” I dragged, twinkling my toes. It was crazy how close I felt to this man already, and I loved that for me. As comfortable as I was in his home, I still wasn’t sure if I’d want to leave tomorrow.
“I didn’t read them as a kid, so it felt weird starting up now. Everyone that I know that reads and watches those genres are hardcore fans and devote chunks of their lives to it.”
I had no rebuttal because that was true and I was the exact same way.
“Okay, well, you have to at least watch the OGs for each genre. Well, I would want you to read the books for Harry Potter because they leave a lot of details out in the movies but I know you’re busy so you can just watch the movies.
If you don’t, we can’t be friends. And you have to watch the Twilight saga too. ”
He sucked his teeth and shook his head as his eyes went to the ceiling. “See, I don’t think you realize what you’re getting yourself into but aight. When I start asking you a million questions about the shit, remember it’s your fault.”
“I’ll take that charge,” I agreed through my laugh. “Oh! And when you get done with the movies, you have to take the quiz to see which house you belong to. Then we can watch the series every year. Well, I watch it four times a year.”
Carson looked over at me before bursting into laughter. “I’m looking forward to it, sunshine.”
I felt like he didn’t think I was serious, but I was.
I’d gotten a late start when it came down to Harry Potter as well, but I was a true Potterhead now.
Currently, I was reading The Empyrean series and watching The Hunger Games.
Even though The Hunger Games was considered science fiction, it was still one of my favs too, but I loved fantasy.
We continued to talk and share. Carson loved sports and betting, and betting was so profitable for him it was like a second stream of income.
Nothing beat live entertainment for me, whether it was music, plays, or sports.
He loved water, which explained why his pool was so huge.
His eyes lit up as he talked about how cleansed, relaxed, and close to God he felt when he was in and near water—whether that was in the shower, a pool, or beach.
Neither of us paid attention to the time, so when we finally drug ourselves out of the theater room and saw that it was pitch black outside, we realized how long we’d been disconnected from the world. I wasn’t sleepy, but I was tired. The day had been draining in good and bad ways.
Snuggling up against him in bed, I released a content sigh.
His hands were all over me. Not sexually, but in an exploratory way.
My ass, my hips, my waist, my thighs. Tilting my head, I lowered his by the back of his neck and connected his lips with mine.
I could handle the kiss without desiring more until his hand squeezed and caressed my breasts before wrapping around my neck. When I moaned, he pulled away.
“I don’t want the first night we spend together to end in sex, so I need you to cut all that moaning out,” Carson requested, voice shaky, as if his control was hanging on by the thinnest thread.
We’d already shared our sexual history, and I told him I was on birth control.
Neither of us made a practice of having unprotected sex, but I knew I wouldn’t want a barrier between us, and he felt the same way too.
It was crazy how a different person could change your perspective about things.
We didn’t want kids right away, but we were more okay with the risk with each other versus our exes.
“I’d be okay if it did.”
A grin lifted the left side of his mouth. “Are you sure?”
Nodding, I slid his hand between my legs so he could feel how wet my pussy was. “Positive.”
“Mm,” he moaned before reconnecting his lips with mine.
Everything was different with Carson.
How the kisses felt.
How his hands felt.
The way he took his time.
The way he cherished every part of my body.
By the time he’d kissed, licked, and touched every part of me, my heart was racing and breathing was ragged. He spread my legs and told me, “I don’t play that pushing me away and pulling back shit. If I’m ever doing something that you want to stop, tell me to stop, aight?”
“Okay.”
The second he started to tease my lips, I didn’t think there was a chance I’d ever want him to stop.
His licking, sucking, slurping, kissing…
This man was eating my pussy in a way that had never been done before.
I couldn’t stop my legs from trembling or quiet the moans, hums, and whimpers that escaped me.
My clit throbbed in his mouth, signaling my orgasm, and it came so quickly I was honestly startled.
“That’s how it’s supposed to feel?” I slurred, dizzy off pleasure.
Carson gave me that sexy chuckle. “Yeah, baby. That’s how it’s supposed to feel. It’s supposed to feel like this too…”
“Ah!” I cried out when he slipped a finger inside of me and slurped my clit back into his mouth.
His precision on my G-spot had my back arching off the bed as I pinched my nipples.
The simultaneous sucking and licking had my walls tightening against him within seconds, but instead of letting me cum immediately, Carson edged me, weakening the pressure just when I was about to cum.
He did that three times before I was begging to cum, and he let me.
As Carson climbed up my body, I whimpered and tried to regulate my breathing. I’d never cum so hard, or so fast.
“This my pussy now?” he confirmed, slowly sliding into me. “If she mine, I’ma want her all the time, sunshine.”
I couldn’t respond. As soon as he filled me completely, we both came.
His sexy moan against my ear had my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
I’d never cum from a man entering me before.
If I had any doubts about our connection, they would have left in this moment.
My nails dug into his back as I quaked underneath him.
He moaned the sexiest, “Shit,” against my ear before connecting his lips with mine.
When he moved inside of me, I squeezed my eyes shut. Sex had never been so intimate, so tender, so emotional for me. I felt like I was about to cry. The longer he kissed me and stroked me, the harder it was for me to contain my emotions. When my tears fell, he kissed them away.
“Carson,” I moaned quietly as he put my legs in the bends of his arms. His hands palmed and pulled my hair. Chest to chest, his eyes locked on mine as he made love to me.
“Tell me what I wanna hear,” he commanded with a circle of his hips.
“Oh my God,” I whimpered, wrapping my arms around him. My pussy was wetter than it had ever been, slathering against his dick so loudly the sound filled the room. I looked between us in disbelief before confessing, “It’s your pussy now.”
“You’re mine now too, right?”
“Yesss, babe. I’m yours,” I whined as I tightened against him.
That declaration caused him to increase his pace and harden his strokes. The steady, methodical pace had me pushing at his stomach, begging him to, “Wait.”
“Unh uh. Tell me to stop or shut up and take this dick.”
My mouth hung open, and I could barely breathe let alone speak as he continued to pleasurably pummel my pussy.
The back to back orgasms were overwhelming and my brain wanted me to tell him to stop because I wasn’t used to it, but it felt so good I’d risk seizing up and passing out before I made him stop.
My hands slid under the headboard, and I held on for dear life as I felt my spine tingle and toes curl.
I gave up the fight when he licked, sucked, and nibbled my nipples. That was it. That was it.
“Oh shit,” I muttered, clawing at the board. “I’m about to fucking cum again.”
A light laugh escaped me as my head shook before I contracted against him—again.
“Damn, baby,” he growled, smacking my ass.
He looked so sexy with those glowing eyes. His brows were wrinkled, and his lips trembled when he pulled in a shaky breath. Carson moaned before biting down on his bottom lip, and I knew he was nearing the edge when his eyes lowered before he tilted his head and closed his eyes.
“You look so sexy, babe. And you feel so good and so deep in my pussy.”
He chuckled before it turned into another moan. “I ain’t gon’ be deep for long if you keep talking like that.”
My laugh turned into a moan when his hand wrapped around my neck. Hard strokes to my center led us both into another climax. I wasn’t sure how in the hell he still had energy when he told me to turn around and get on my knees, but I wasted no time doing just that.