Marriage of Unconvenience
“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.