I lean up to meet her and catch her mouth in a kiss.“I’ll remember that for next time,” I murmured against her lips, my fingers weaving into her loose braid.I trail my other hand up her back delicately, then press my knuckles against the spot where I know she always develops stress knots.
Carleigh groans at the sensation and breaks the kiss, dropping her face into my neck.“Bryson, holy hell,” she breathes.“God, I love your hands.”
I laugh softly at that.She’s told me before, but I’ll never tire of hearing the things she loves about me.She loves my arms, loves my hands, loves how strong I am.My eyes are pretty, I’ve got a nice ass, my ADD stresses her out but it’s endearing, too.I want to hear it all, all the time.
I slide a hand down and grip her ass, squeezing it as I tug her against me.“Love touching you,” I tell her, and it’s true.I love her perfect little body under my hands, from her soft stomach to her smooth legs to her pale neck.I love the way her breasts just spill out of my large palms, how her hips sometimes buck when I grope at her ass, and how warm she is around my fingers when my hand moves inside her underwear.
The last one is fairly new.Carleigh and I agreed to take it slow, and aside from a handful of times when we have almost thrown that out the window, we’ve tried to stick to it.It’s been difficult: I live with the girl I’m pretty sure I’m in love with, and she’s funny and sexy and around all the time.I’ve always been more of a throw-caution-to-the-wind type of guy, always leaped in with both feet before looking.It’s just who I am.But Carleigh’s a planner, a thinker.She likes to analyze before reaching a point of no return.
Which is kind of foolish, because I’m almost certain we reached that point two months after moving into her apartment.
She wants me, though.She’s said it to me plainly, but I could tell before that, from the first time we kissed by a woodpile somewhere upstate.It was there in the way she moved her leg around me, and the next night, when I first touched her by the lake.When she’s ready, really ready - not a request in the throes of passion, but when I can tell in her eyes that she won’t regret anything - I can’t wait to be inside her.
Not that we’ve done nothing.I’m not a saint and I know Carleigh isn’t either.She’s come apart around my hand twice now, and two days ago, she’d slid onto her knees in the living room between my thighs.It’s a matter of time.I’m leaving her promises every day and soon, I know she’ll collect.
“Mm.”Carleigh’s hands blindly push around my waist, until finally they grip the hem of my shirt and she tugs at it.“Off,” she requests.
I obey, quickly sitting up and reaching behind myself to gather a handful of fabric in my palm.I pull my shirt over my head and then grip her hips, flipping us easily so Carleigh is now flat on her back.She squeals in surprise but looks up at me after, her already-dark eyes impossibly more so, and touches my arms again.She wraps one of her legs around me and pulls me down on top of her.
I don’t let my full weight fall on her, obviously; I half-hover over her, propped on one elbow, and kisses her.“You’re full of surprises, Carleigh,” I mutter, dragging my mouth to her neck.
She tilts her head backward to give me better access.“How so?”
I push her shirt up as I suck a bruise onto her pulse point.I soothe it with my tongue, then slide a hand under her back to unhook her bra.“You’re little miss in-charge,” I say, as I pull her upper back upward rather unceremoniously so I can tug off her shirt and slide the bra off of her arms.“You like being bossy.But you love me throwing you around.”
I shift a little lower on the bed when I lay her back down, then draws her nipple into my mouth.I circle my tongue and then bites down lightly; she grabs a handful of my hair, and I releases her nipple, grinning.
Her cheeks are reddened when I glance up.Shit.I decide the only way out is through.
I fondle the breast I just lavished and turn my mouth to the other one.“It’s okay, babe,” I say.“Don’t be shy.I love doing it.”
Carleigh whines a little and cants her hips upward.“Yeah?”
I squeeze her breasts roughly, watching her gasp a little and then look down at me with heavily lidded eyes.“Yeah,” I repeat, doing it again.I never want to hurt her, and she obviously loves what I’m doing right now, but I also be lying if I said hurting her in general wasn’t one of my concerns.I’ve had this problem before: I’m a big guy, and she’s so much smaller than me.
I release her breasts and watch a brief redness bloom over her pale skin.Then I roll off her and shift back upward along the bed.I’m not done with her, though; as soon as I can reach, I kiss her soundly, then push at her sweatpants with my right hand.
Carleigh lifts her hips immediately.“Take them off,” she breathes.
I do, tugging them to her ankles and then letting her kick them off the rest of the way.She bends her knees toward herself and I catch one of them, run my hand up her calf and massage her thigh before I pull her knee down to part her legs.
She’s got underwear on, but she’s so wet that it may as well not matter.Her chest is moving rapidly with her breath, but I’m cautious of her comfort and don't yank off her panties like I’d really like to.Instead, I cup her between her legs, letting her adjust, then slip my hand underneath them.
She feels like Christmas morning, or something equally cheesy.I kiss her through the slow inhale that she gives as I slip one finger inside her.“Okay?”I ask.
Carleigh nods, eyes closed, and adjusts her hips a bit.“Another,” she requests, ears turning pink.“Please, Bryson-”
I add a second finger, my eyes fixed on the delighted wince on her face.I haven’t been around the block or anything, but I’ve had my share of girlfriends, and my big hands have usually served me well in this department.I slide my thumb to move in small circles on her clit, coaxing her deeper, and crook my fingers slightly as I begin to move them inside of her.
“Fuck,” she breathes, her eyes screwed shut.“Don’t stop, Bryson.”
Not for the world, not with her almost naked on my hand, not with that furrowed, concentrated look on her face.Never.“I won’t, babe,” I promise.I’m still propped on one elbow, but I manage to shift my arm enough to cup her right breast.I roll it in my hand, remembering the nights I dreamed of a moment like this, and drop my mouth to her nipple at the same time as I increase the pressure from my thumb.
“Bryson, Bryson, Bryson,” Carleigh’s chanting, my name mostly air.“Bryson, Bryson, please -”
“Come on, babe,” I encourage, my lips pulling at her skin.I bring my index finger to work against my thumb and wince at the hard pull she gives my hair.
A few moments later, she comes, her walls fluttering around me and her chest heaving.I kiss her as soon as she’s caught her breath, rubbing her cheek with my clean hand.“So pretty, Carleigh,” I say into her ear.“Fucking incredible.”