Genevieve
Islid down the post, dropping to the floor. I knew I must look obscene, legs spread wide, knees bent out to the side, pussy still dripping from my orgasm. I rested my head against the side of my bed, eyes closed, breath coming in short pants as I tried to recover.
When I finally came back into my body and opened my eyes I saw Carrie sitting on her heels, still fully dressed and looking incredibly pleased with herself.
“That was fun,” she said lightly.
“You know what will be more fun?” I asked.
She raised her eyebrows in question.
“When I can feel my legs again I’m going to get myself on top of my very comfortable bed, and you’re going to take off all your clothes and ride my face.”
“I am, am I?”
“You are.”
She shrugged. “Sure, that sounds okay.”
Then we both burst out laughing. It was good to be with her like this again. One thing about Carrie, I’d had more fun, more laughter, in the bedroom with her than I’d had with anyone else. I liked that we could be playful together, not take everything so seriously. It was a refreshing change.
We sat quietly for a full minute before Carrie rose gracefully to her feet, offering me a hand. I kicked off my panties then reached for my bra, but she stopped me with a hand on my arm.
“Keep that on, it’s sexy as fuck.”
I gave her a wink, then hopped up onto my bed, maneuvering myself to the center with my head on the pillows. Carrie made quick work of removing her clothes, then crawled up the bed, pushing away throw pillows as she went along.
“You have way too many pillows,” she grumbled.
“I like them.”
She stretched out over me, giving me a long, claiming kiss that made my pussy throb with the need to be touched again. But this time was for her, so when we pulled apart, I made a ‘come hither’ motion with my finger and then pointed to my face.
“Hop on, hot stuff.”
Carrie shifted up to her knees, shuffling up my body until she was hovering over my face. Gripping the headboard, she slowly lowered her body. Growing impatient, I lifted my head to lick her labia, then grabbed her hips to pull her the rest of the way down.
“You okay down there?” she asked, the sound muffled by her thighs that were pressed against my ears.
“Mm hmm,” I mumbled, the vibration making her shiver.
I was more than okay. Her essence tasted delicious and giving her pleasure was almost as much fun as getting off myself.
I licked my way through her soft folds, alternating between light, teasing strokes and deeper, rougher swipes, keeping her guessing. Soon she was rolling her hips, silently directing me to where she wanted my touch, but I resisted, wanting to tease her and work her up the same way she’d done to me.
When she started shaking I clamped my hands on her hips, pressing deep enough for her to feel the bite of my fingers, and increased my pace, focusing my attention around first her opening, and then her clit.
“Genny, I’m close.”
Her words were like firing a starter pistol.
I dug my fingers harder into the soft skin of her hips and redoubled my efforts, focusing my attention on her clit, bringing it between my lips and sucking down hard.
Her orgasm hit and she stiffened above me for a few seconds, as if she was in suspended animation, then started bucking wildly against my face, mindlessly taking her pleasure.
I continued my ministrations until her movements slowed, then I lightened my strokes, bringing her down.
She pushed off the headboard, landing on the side of the bed next to me but facing the opposite direction, one of her legs across my chest. I stroked her leg as she caught her breath, and when she was finally calm again, she shifted herself around to press into my side.
“I missed that,” she whispered against my shoulder.
“So did I. Waiting to have sex again was my stupidest idea ever.”
She looked up at me from beneath her eyelashes. “Nah, it was a good idea. It’s what we needed to get to know each other better and make sure what we were feeling was real and not clouded by our physical attraction.”
“It’s real,” I said, my words a vow.
“Yeah, it is, and that’s a problem.”
“Why?”
“Because this is the most comfortable bed I’ve ever been on and I’m pretty sure it’s too big to fit in my bedroom.”
“You’re going to buy a new bed?” I asked.
She shook her head and caught my gaze, her expression turning vulnerable.
“I was hoping you’d bring it with you when you move in with me.”
I was so surprised I sat right up, knocking her off my shoulder. “What? You want me to move in with you?”
She looked suddenly unsure of herself. “That’s okay, it’s too soon right? And someone who’s used to living in a castle probably doesn’t want to live in some two bedroom fixer upper, and…”
I put my hand over her lips to make her stop talking. “That was a shocked ‘you want me to move in with you’ not a ‘are you crazy?’ question.”
“Oh.” She licked her lower lip, something I knew she did when she was feeling uncertain.
“So, uh what do you think? About moving in together? I mean, I guess I could move in here if you really wanted me to. If you want to live together, I mean. No problem if you think it’s too soon or it’s a bad idea or whatever. ”
“Wow, I’ve never heard you babble like this before,” I smirked. “It’s kind of cute.”
She huffed out a sigh. “Do you want to live together or not?”
“I definitely want to live together,” I said, reaching out a hand to cup her face. “I just thought you’d make me work for it a little more.”
I laid back down and she grabbed the comforter, pulling it over both of us before snuggling in close again. “Is this crazy? Us making a commitment and moving in together when we haven’t known each other very long?”
“Crazy would be us feeling like this and not doing anything about it,” I reassured her. “But I think we should wait a couple more months just to be sure we’re both on the same page and eliminate any lingering doubts.”
“I have zero doubts,” she said firmly. “But you’re right, there’s no rush. You’re not going anywhere and neither am I.”
“You’d better not be,” I mumbled against her throat. “Let’s agree to revisit this two months from today, how about that?”
“Sounds good. Although I’m surprised you’re being the responsible and sensible one in this relationship.”
I smacked her hip playfully. “Rude!”
“What will your family say about us moving in together?” she asked.
“My sister will be thrilled. My parents will get used to it. What about your family?”
“They’re all dying to meet you,” she said. “I’ve told Lizzie all about you and when my mother heard I was seeing someone she was quite insistent that I bring you to dinner sometime.”
“Do they know I’m a princess?”
“No. Well, Lizzie does, but not my parents. I’m not sure how they’d take it. I didn’t want them to be weird about it. They’re just average people.”
“Fair enough. Being a princess is not my whole identity. I like being a regular person.”
“Believe me, nothing about you is a regular person,” Carrie teased, her eyes flashing with amusement. “But I love you anyway.”
“I do too.”
We snuggled together until Carrie’s stomach growled.
“How do you feel about eating leftovers in bed?” I asked.
“Is there a TV in here?”
I reached into the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a remote, pressing the button that opened the cabinet across from the bed, revealing the TV inside.
“Did you want to watch something?”
“I think it’s time you got introduced to the X-Files so you can see what all the excitement is about Gillian Anderson.”
“I don’t know how I feel about you lusting after a famous actress,” I teased. “Should I be jealous?”
“Don’t worry, from now on I only plan to lust after my princess.”