48. Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Eight
Carson - A Random Tuesday
It’s been months since Luna moved in with me. Well, Cole and me … and Carver.
He moved in a few weeks ago.
We all get along so it made sense. It gives us plenty of opportunities to talk about our business. Which is doing amazingly well, by the way.
Luna and I couldn’t be closer.
Are we intimate yet? No, but that is okay.
We’ve established a few more comfortable touch zones. It’s been slow progress, but her bare skin against mine is more than enough. She’s always so warm and soft and she smells like the cotton candy body wash she uses.
In a way I feel like we have something unique. We’re not like other couples, and I’m okay with that. We’re weaving our souls together. That is the kind of relationship that lasts.
“Did you find any good ones?” I ask as she steps out of the trees.
She holds up her bucket and smiles. “Oh my gosh. You’re not going to believe what I found!”
I meet her down by the camper. She’s already sitting on the ground, going through them.
She spends a lot of time outside, but I don’t mind. I know living with three men can’t be easy for her. She and I moved up to the second floor of the cabin, so we do have quite a bit of space for ourselves. Carver moved into our old room. And we’ve turned the van into her she-shed.
“Doesn’t it remind you of Ireland?” she asks, handing me a shiny green rock.
“It does. It reminds me of the Wicklow Forest.”
“Right?”
She continues digging through her treasures. Luna softens me every day, and I don’t mind it one fucking bit.
“Where are the guys?”
“The two of them ran up to Reno.”
“Are they on a mission?”
“No. Carver is picking up a part for his bike, and that was the closest place he could find one. They thought they’d make a night of it, maybe hit the casinos.”
“Oh, you could have gone.”
“I didn’t want to.”
She smiles, taking me at my word.
I love that about us.
“Was that thunder?” I ask.
Luna nods. “Yeah, it’s been doing that for a while.”
We both look up at the sky and it’s as if a giant faucet turns on.
“Oh, shit!” I say, pulling her to her feet.
“Oh, wait. I’ve got to close the windows in the van.”
We do, and by the time we get finished it’s really pouring.
I hold her hand, blinking back raindrops. You can hardly see the house from here. Luna slips, yanking on my arm. I try to help her up, but she slides away from me, pulling me down with her.
We laugh, but when the thunder cracks we both scramble to our feet, rushing inside. She gets there first, holding the door open for me. We close it as another clap of thunder booms outside.
“Oh my god,” she says, looking at my muddy clothes and then her own.
“I’m so glad Cole and Carver are gone. We would have gotten so much shit about this.”
“We would have,” she agrees, laughing.
“I’ll carry you upstairs, so we only have one set of mud tracks to clean up,” I say as I kick out of my boots.
She does the same. “Good idea.”
When we get upstairs into the bathroom, we both strip out of our soaking wet clothes without thought.
She hugs herself as I step in. “I’m freezing.”
I hold my hand out to her. “Here, get in. The water will warm you up.”
I wrap my arms around her and help her under the spray.
She shivers against me.
We’re both quiet for a moment and then, at the same time, we realize we are in the shower together.
This was on her no list, so I immediately release her and begin apologizing.
She reaches up and places her finger over my mouth. “Stop. It happened naturally. Isn’t that what we’re going for?”
“So …”
“I want you to stay.”
I wrap my arms around her again, and she relaxes against me. “There’s nothing better than a warm shower, is there?”
“A warm shower with you makes it a tad bit better.”
She smiles at me and then stands on her toes to kiss me.
I breathe slowly, doing my best to control my body.
Sometimes it reacts, but I’m not a fucking pussy, I can control my dick.
Something about the way she looks at me when she pulls away, though, makes it fucking tough.
She turns around and grabs her loofah. “Would you mind washing my back?” she asks innocently enough.
“Yeah, sure.” I take it from her and add her soap. The kind that smells way too fucking good.
I run it over her back as she holds her hair out of the way for me. I stop at her tailbone and then slowly make my way back up.
“Okay, now this side,” she says, spinning around before I can register what is happening.
Fuck. Okay. I can do this. I can soap her up and keep myself in check. Sure.
I keep my eyes on her face which might have been a bigger mistake than just looking at her breasts.
Her lips part, and her head tips back slightly when I brush the soft netting over her nipples.
I’m not trying, but I feel them harden beneath my touch.
My hand roams lower, scrubbing over her stomach.
Her eyes fall half-lidded, and fuck, my dick is really wanting to stand at attention, but I order it to fucking stand down.
I begin to roam up again, but her hand reaches out and wraps around my wrist.
Slowly she urges me lower, slipping my hand between her thighs, and then she holds it there.
Her breathing is fast and I can see the pulse at her neck pounding. I just pray that it is not out of fear.
With her other hand, she pulls the loofah from between us, letting it fall by our feet.
When she presses my fingers against her, I keep them right where she places them.
Not until she tells me to move will I move.
With her hand over mine, she slowly begins to rub my palm over herself. Her eyes never leave mine as she begins to set a pace.
“That feels good,” she whispers.
I think she is in awe over the fact.
She presses harder, shifting so her legs are slightly farther apart.
“Fuck, Luna, just so you know, my dick is so fucking hard right now, but I want you to know that I don’t expect this to go farther than you want.”
“I’m not scared,” she says, letting her eyes fall closed.
Our fingers continue to rock against her, and she begins to let out little moans. “God, that feels so good, Carson.”
“It feels good for me too,” I tell her.
Her hand slows our rhythm, and I wonder if I should have kept quiet. But then I notice her middle finger and mine are starting to drift. When we press my fingertip inside of her, I groan out loud, but it doesn’t frighten her. She smiles.
Her hips begin to grind against my palm, and little by little she works both of our fingers inside her.
“Fuck,” she whispers.
“It’s not hurting you, is it?”
“No,” she says, her voice airy and light but heated. She slips her finger out and then urges a second one of mine inside and then she releases my hand altogether.
She wraps her arms around my neck.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
I walk her backward against the shower wall, and then I tease her in all of the ways I know work best.
“Carson, fuck, oh god.”
She hugs me tight against her and then comes all over my hand.
I do not allow myself the same pleasure.
I will not come until I’m sure she’s ready for that.
But I don’t stop there. I make her come several more times. And when she’s relaxed and limp in my arms, I clean her … with her permission, and then I put her in our bed.
She stares at me as I walk around the room in a towel, grabbing her a bottle of water from our mini fridge.
When I crawl into bed and hand it to her, she smiles and sits up. “I want to try something else.”
“Ah, I’ve created a monster,” I tease, leaning in and giving her a kiss.
“I’m being serious.”
“Well, why don’t you drink up? I don’t want you getting dehydrated on me.”
She does as she’s told, but the entire time, she’s being naughty. Somehow the blanket has slipped below her breasts.
“Luna,” I warn.
“What?” she says innocently.
“I don’t want to push this too far.”
“I want to push it all … the … way,” she leans into me and whispers in my ear. “I promise you, Carson, I’m feeling quite a bit right now, but none of it is fear.”
I grab her face in my hands, taking her at her word.
But I’ll still be watching her closely.
“Do you want me to make love to you, Luna?” I whisper back, pulling her onto my lap.
“I do.”
She rubs herself against my length and closes her eyes, savoring every inch of me as I glide over her already sensitive clit.
I kiss her deeply, and she moans into my mouth. It makes my dick twitch against her, and she smiles against my lips. She does it again, dragging the same reaction out of me.
This seems to spur her on, and before I register what is happening, she is slowly lowering herself onto my cock.
It is the best feeling in the entire world. I groan loudly, grabbing her around the waist and holding myself fully seated inside of her. “You feel so good,” I tell her, gauging her comfort level before we continue.
“You feel so big,” she half-chuckles, wincing a bit.
“We can st …”
“No!” she cuts me off abruptly and then more softly, “No. I’m okay.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.” Her muscles tighten around me to make her point.
“Oh, fuck, I don’t have a condom on.”
“Do we need one?” she asks.
“Well, we probably should have talked about this before now.” I laugh, still a bit surprised that we are even in this position. “But I am okay without it if you are.”
“You know there’s a chance I could get pregnant.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“I know there’s a risk. I don’t want to stop.” Luna begins to rock against me and then she rises to her knees, lifting herself as far as she can before lowering herself all the way down.
I fall back against the pillows, and she places her hands on my chest.
Her rhythm is enough that I’m struggling to hold on. “Fuck, Luna, I’m sorry, but I’m going to come.”
She stops, and for a minute, I think I’ve scared her. I open my eyes and then she moves again. This time slower, building me up again.
“Oh god,” I rasp.
“Carson, you feel so good inside of me,” she whispers, leaning over to place tiny kisses across my chest, her nails digging into me just enough to drive me fucking wild.
But I let her run the show.
It’s hard to keep still, but oh how fucking rewarding it is.
I groan at the new sensation when she changes position.
“Am I doing it right?” she asks innocently, but I know she’s a smart woman. She can feel how hard my dick is inside of her. The way I’m trembling on the very edge.
But she doesn’t stop teasing, and I’m not sure if she’s making up for lost time, or simply curious about my body’s reaction to her.
She takes my hands and places them on her breasts.
Oh fuck. This is way better than I ever imagined … and I’ve imagined it.
And then one of her hands slips between us, and she begins rubbing herself, and me. She fucks me so goddamn slow it keeps me right on the fucking edge, but when her other hand slips behind her and her fingertips brush over my balls, I fucking lose all sense of control.
“Fuck, Luna, I’m seriously going to come.” My voice is strained as I fight the urge, but her only response is to fuck me harder and faster.
“Ahhh, fuuuuck,” I yell, coming so hard, I know she has to feel it rushing inside of her.
My hooded eyes take her in as she continues to ride me, greedily insisting that I give her every fucking drop.
As soon as she slows, I flip her onto her back and tongue her sweet fucking pussy until she’s screaming my name. I don’t give a fuck that it’s filled with my cum.
“Carson, oh, oh, oh, fuck, oh, oh my god.”
My girl will always be the first and the last to come.
I don’t mind falling in the middle somewhere.
She grabs hold of her own breasts and spreads her legs wide for me.
“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Please don’t stop.”
Oh, I won’t. I’m just getting started.