Twenty-three
I removed my hand and sat up.
“Yeah?” I said, sounding distinctly out of breath.
“Are you...” she trailed off, but we both knew that she had heard me, and what she was asking.
“Uh, yeah. I am.” Why deny it? I wasn’t ashamed.
“Oh,” she said and then there was silence. I assumed she’d walked away, but then I heard her voice again.
“I’ll... leave you alone.”
“Okay?” I said. “You want to give me a hand?” I figured it couldn’t hurt to ask.
“No, no. That’s okay. I’m fine. It’s fine. Go ahead. Fine, fine.” I lost track of how many times she said the word “fine.” Wow. She was totally flustered and that would have amused me more if my labia weren’t engorged and aching so much that I thought I was going to die.
“Okay,” I said again and then listened as she shuffled off, hopefully to her room to put in some headphones. I was going to try to be quieter, but I couldn’t make any promises.
I let myself have a few seconds to get back to it, and then it was only a matter of a few careful finger-thrusts, a little clit action, and then I was flying high. I knew I made a lot of noise when I came, and there wasn’t really a whole lot I could do about that, so I just went with it.
I gave myself a little rest before going for round two, and then round three. My hand started cramping, and I considered getting out my vibrator, but didn’t want to go overboard, so I left it at three, even though my body was still aching for more. That would have to do for tonight. I got up and put on my pajamas, relishing the sensitivity of my post-orgasm skin.
I threw my towel in the hamper and went to the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth. Cara was shut in her room and I didn’t think I was going to see her for the rest of the night, so I finished and went back to my room to read for a while, semi-waiting for a knock at the door.
My eyes started to droop after a little while, since I still needed to catch up on my sleep, so I got up to say goodnight to Cara. I wasn’t going to break that rule just because she’d caught me masturbating.
I knocked as well and heard her get up and come to the door. She cracked it open a fraction.
“What is it?” she said, sounding irritated.
“Uh, I’m going to bed? Goodnight?” Her face was red and I could tell that she was thinking about it.
“Sorry about that. I didn’t mean for you to hear me.”
“It’s fine,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Clearly, it’s not. Do you want to talk about it?” She shook her head violently.
“Okay then. I’m going to go to bed now. Goodnight.” I tried to keep my voice light, but Cara wasn’t having it.
“Goodnight,” she snapped and shut the door. It was almost funny, and I chuckled to myself as I went back to my room.
I HADN’T BEEN ASLEEP for long when my door opened.
“Are you awake?” Cara asked, and I was suddenly very awake.
“Kind of,” I said, sitting up. “What can I help you with?”
“You... Just...” She made huffing noises and then dove onto my bed.
“What the hell!” I yelled as she landed on top of me.
“How dare you,” she said before her mouth was on mine and I stopped asking questions. My body knew what was happening and was raring and ready to go again. Like it had been waiting for this moment.
Her mouth was relentless, and it was what I’d been wanting all along. Her hands weren’t sitting idly by either, they were ripping the covers aside, and searching for a way to get to my skin. I was just as eager, and in our haste, we weren’t getting anywhere.
“Stop, hold on. We don’t have to do everything at once,” I said, as she kept kissing me through the words. She acted as if she didn’t hear me, tugging at my tank top, and I was afraid she was going to shred it to pieces. My eager girl.
“Care, hold on,” I said, trying again. She pulled back and I couldn’t really see her, so I turned my lamp on. I had no idea how people fucked in the dark.
“I don’t want to hold on. I can’t stop thinking about the sounds you were making and what you were doing earlier and I can’t fucking stand that you’re not naked right now. Get these off.” She yanked at my clothes and I almost laughed, but I was just as eager to get her clothes off. This wasn’t going to be sweet and gentle. We were too frantic.
“Fine, fine,” I said, yanking my shirt off, but before she could attack me again, I started to pull her shirt over her head.
“Bless you for not sleeping with a bra on,” I said as I revealed her. “Fuck, you look good enough to eat. Maybe I will.” I growled and ran my hands down her breasts.
She arched into my hands and threw her head back.
“Pants off now. Or shorts. Whatever. Naked now,” she said, her eyes rolling back in her head.
“You need to get off me for that,” I said, and she flopped beside me. I used the freedom to push all the blankets off the bed so we wouldn’t have to deal with them.
“Give me a hand?” I said, smiling at her and wiggling my hips. Her hands shook as she pulled both my shorts and my underwear down my legs and threw them onto the floor.
“I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you right now. I didn’t know desire could feel like this. If the world ended right now, I wouldn’t care, because I’m here with you and you’re naked and holy shit, your body is fucking amazing.” Her eyes were wide and the only word I could use to describe her expression was awe.
“How have I seen you so many times before and never saw you like this? How?” I looked up at her and suppressed the urge to cover myself up. No one had ever really looked at me quite like this. Plus, this was Cara. This was the person I cared about most in the entire world. To be stripped bare before her made me feel completely and totally...
Naked.
I’d never been more exposed in my entire life.
“I want to find out how all of your skin tastes, and which spots drive you wild, but I don’t think I have the time right now. I just...” She looked me up and down and ran her hands up and down the tops of my thighs.
“Can you take off your shorts first? Please?” She struggled a little to kick them off, but at last we were both clothesless and I couldn’t be happier.
“I don’t even know what I’m doing and I don’t care.” I didn’t care either. She could literally sit there and just poke me with her nails and I would be screaming “oh yes!” and “do it again!”
“Do whatever you want, Care. Experiment all you want. Put paperclips on my nipples, eat ice cream from my belly button, doesn’t matter.”
She let out a little nervous laugh.
“I don’t think I’ll do either of those things this time, but I’ll add them to the list for next time.” Right, the sex spreadsheet.
“You’re not going to pull out the printed spreadsheet and cross things off are you?” I asked, half-joking and half serious.
“No, that would totally ruin the mood. I’ll just do that after.” Sure, just your average post-coital spreadsheet.
“Can we stop talking about doing things and do them? I’m going to explode.” Even though I’d come three times earlier, being with Cara was on a whole other level. She only had to breathe on me and I would probably lose my fucking mind.
“Okay. I’ve got this.” Cara was clearly nervous, so I sat up.
“I’m going to love all of it. And if I don’t, I’ll let you know. We’ll get each other through this. And if you want to stop or take a break, just tell me. We’ve got this. You have a degree in biology, Care.”
“You have a good point,” she said, nuzzling my nose with hers. I locked eyes with hers and I could see the gears clicking and locking into place.
“I’m yours, Care. Only yours.”
She put a hand on my chest and pushed me back on the bed and then straddled just above my knees. Not quite close enough for everything to line up. I tried not to pout, hoping she had a plan. What was I thinking? This was Cara. She had a plan for everything she’d ever done.
Except maybe falling in love with me.
“Such a beautiful girl,” she said in a husky voice, running her fingers down my cheek and across my neck. I could feel my pulse jumping around, my heart beating out a frenetic rhythm.
I wanted to ask her if she was sure, but I also wanted to get off with her, so I clamped my mouth shut. This was her chance to do her thing and I was going to let her. Tonight was about her. It could be about me tomorrow.
Honestly, watching her decide how, exactly, she was going to have her way with me was the sexiest experience of my life. How was she so fucking perfect?
Her fingers trailed their way to my nipples, brushing over them with a tentative touch, and then stroking them a little harder until they rose up in little hard peaks.
“You can pinch them. Pretty hard,” I said, figuring I could give her direction.
“Can I?” She raised one eyebrow, as if to challenge me.
“Try and find out.” She wiggled her fingers and then slowly pinched my left nipple, digging her nails in just a little bit.
“Oh fuck,” I said, arching into her hand.
“Interesting,” she said, as if I was some sort of interesting experiment. Maybe I was.
Cara tried my nipple again and I knew I wasn’t going to be coherent enough to give many more directions. The sensations of her touching my body were dizzying and overwhelming. And she’d only started.
She was going to ruin me. Ruin me or kill me. Or both.
Cara teased and tortured my nipples, getting the hang of things quick enough that she added her mouth, slicking her velvet tongue across my nipples that were so hard they could cut glass.
“I like the way you taste,” she said. “It’s... different.” I emerged from the cloud of desire I was floating on.
“What do you mean, ‘different’?”
“Just that your skin tastes different than anyone else’s skin I’ve ever tasted. Better. So much better.” Well, that was good. I let myself float upwards as she charted a course south, stopping briefly to tease my belly button and find out that I loved having a certain spot on my hips kissed. That made her smile and then attack that spot with her vicious tongue. I didn’t need to give her direction, even had I been able to. She had me figured out so fast, I thought she might have taken lessons or something.
“Is it okay if I go down on you? I’ve been thinking and thinking about it and I want to try. If that’s okay.” I loved that she asked. She’d scooted down so her chin was hovering right above me. My legs had started to tremble with the anticipation of being touched.
“Yeah, you can. I love it.” It was one of my favorite activities. You didn’t necessarily have to have a ton of skill, just enthusiasm and the ability to get your fingers in on the action.
“Here goes,” she said, looking down at me. I almost said something, but then let her take her time. It was cute and sexy at the same time. Made me remember the first awkward fumbles with my first girlfriend. They had definitely been more than fumbles. I probably shouldn’t think about that right now.
Fortunately, Cara distracted me by running her hand across my clit and my thighs and almost down to my ass. She definitely wasn’t wasting any time.
“Jesus,” I said, my legs twisting and thrashing.
“Not exactly,” Cara said under her breath and I was so beyond thinking that I didn’t get the joke.
Her hands continued to stroke me, just barely, as she kissed from below my belly button all the way through the little patch of hair that was longer than I’d like (but she didn’t comment on) and down, down, down.
The first little kiss from her lips on my clit had me jackknifing off the bed and almost taking her out with my pelvis.
“Down, girl,” she said, putting one hand on my hip to press me onto the bed. I didn’t exactly have control of my body right now. She held all of my strings in her hands.
Cara grew more confident, adding kisses all up and down, followed by little licks and then suckling against my skin until I thought my skull was going to turn itself inside out.
Her clever fingers were relentless, adding another layer of sensation that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
She popped one finger into her mouth, got it damp, and then slowly slid it inside me. I was about to tell her what to do to find the right spot, but she gave me the most wicked smile and then caressed the very spot.
“I took anatomy, Loren,” she said, and I was too completely undone to care. I didn’t even know what words were anymore. I could barely make sounds.
She flicked my clit with her tongue at the same time she stroked me inside and I had the most life-shattering orgasm. The waves started small, just ripples, spreading outward until they got bigger and bigger, great swells that shocked and consumed me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I could only ride and hope that I came out in one piece and didn’t lose myself in the process.
As I came down, I was aware of so many little things at once: Cara, resting her head on the inside of my thigh, a contented smile on her face. The sound of my own breathing. The way the light caught the slight reddish tints in Cara’s hair. The sheen of moisture on her lips, from me.
“Are you sure that’s the first time you’ve done that?” Cara smiled slowly and then licked her lips.
“I told you, I took anatomy. And it doesn’t hurt that I’m working with the same equipment. And I pay attention.” She did at that.
“You’re...” I couldn’t find the right words. I patted her on the top of the head. “Yeah. Just, yeah.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you mind if I get myself off real quick? I’m so turned on I could fucking die.”
I sat up and stared at her as if she had lost her mind.
“And what am I gonna do? Just lay here? I think the fuck not.” I pulled my legs out from under her and then pushed her back on the bed where I’d been laying.
“No, I’m getting you off or dying in the attempt.”
I did get her off. Twice.
Later on, when we were both wrapped around each other, I couldn’t get the smile off my face, but I really didn’t want to. We still had the lights on and neither of us had any intention of going to sleep, even though we were wrung out.
“Are you thinking about your spreadsheet right now?” I asked as she played with my hair, twisting pieces of it together.
“No. I’m just thinking about how you’re all I’ve ever wanted and I can’t believe I have you.” I lifted my head from her chest so I could look at her.
“You have me? Is that so?”
“You know what I mean, Loren. Not that you belong to me, or you’re my property, but that you’re here in my arms and we’re married. Who gets married and then falls in love?” I put my head back on her chest and listened to her heart. Every now and then our hearts would beat at the same time.
“Did we really fall in love after we got married? I feel like I’ve spent my entire life falling in love with you, Care. It feels like we’re finally here, after the longest journey.” She sighed happily and kissed the top of my head.
“You’re right. We’ve been falling in love since you grabbed my hand and said ‘you’re my best friend now.’ Bossy little thing.”
I poked her stomach lightly.
“I just saw what I wanted and then spent the next eighteen years trying to get it. Some strategy.” She snorted.
“You’re not the only one who took her time. But we’re here now. And I’m not going anywhere.” Her stomach rumbled.
“Are you hungry? We should have some snacks before we go again.” I sat up and looked down at her, spread out on my bed. The sexiest, prettiest, smartest, most caring, most compassionate girl in the entire world. My girl.
“Round two?” she asked, smiling slowly.
“Yeah, we have a shit ton of sex to make up for. I plan on making the most of it.” I hopped out of bed and started to go for the fridge, but she reached out and grabbed my arm.
“The food can wait.”
I squealed as she pulled me back into bed.