“Or maybe we’re doing it right,” she suggests. “Get to know each other, get to like each other, decide to go for it, then consummate. I think that’s actually the traditional order of things.”
“Not in my family,” I tell her, shaking my head. “In my family it’s more like meet one of us, have the bad judgment of being attracted to us in some way, some combination of trauma and forcing you into a relationship, then boom, you’re basically married. Until death do you part, whether you like it or not.”
Carly smirks. “Sounds super healthy.”
“Says the girl who forced me into a relationship earlier today,” I point out.
Her jaw drops open and she looks impressed with herself. “I did, didn’t I? Do I get to be a Morelli now? Are there T-shirts for joining the club? Bumper stickers? Membership cards?”
“I guess you get the honor of saying you Morelli trapped someone. I guess it’s even more impressive because you’re not exactly intimidating, but you still pulled it off.”
“With a little help from Mr. Ink Muscles.”
I tighten my arm around her waist, tugging her more snugly against my body. “I’m gonna punch this guy in the face if I ever see him.”
She grins, leaning up and brushing her lips against mine. “Mm, he’s got nothing on you. That’s why I didn’t Morelli trap him instead.”
“I don’t think you get to use the term Morelli trap if there are no Morellis involved.”
She climbs on top of me, straddling me. Her hair falls in her face so she gathers it and tosses it up on top of her head, securing it with an elastic band around her wrist. Once that’s all taken care of, she reaches for the hem of my shirt and drags it up my torso. “You’re my favorite Morelli.”
I roll my eyes, lifting my arms so she can drag the shirt off over my head. “I’m the only one you know.”
“So? You’re still my favorite.”
I guess I’ll take it.
“Am I your favorite girlfriend?” she teases.
“You’re my only girlfriend,” I point out.
“Then I’m your favorite. Tell me I’m your favorite. Give me my affirmation, dammit.”
She’s so crazy. I half smile. “Fine, you’re my favorite girlfriend.”
Carly claps her hands. “Yay!” Then she plants her hands on my shoulders and swoops in, kissing the hell out of me. My amusement fades, quickly replaced by arousal as Carly kisses me, fills me up with her cute little sighs, and subtly rolls her hips forward, riding me through my clothes. Fuck, she can turn me on in an instant.
Breaking away, she leans back and draws her own shirt off, tossing it on the floor. Instead of letting her control things, I grab her hips and flip her on her back, taking her by surprise.
“Ooh, yes,” she murmurs, approvingly, as I unfasten the button of her jeans and slowly ease down the zipper.
“Have you been touching this pussy without me?” I ask, recalling her words earlier tonight.
“I have,” she tells me, fondling her breasts as she looks up at me. “Was I not supposed to? Is this pussy property of Vince Morelli now?”
I drag the jeans off and toss them, easing down her body. Today she has on a red lace thong. Fuck, I need to see her ass in this thong.
“Damn right it is,” I tell her, running a hand up her thigh, then guiding her over onto her stomach.
She follows direction easily and rolls over, bracing her forearms on the bed and pushing her perfect ass up in the air, wiggling it at me. “See anything you like?”
Jesus Christ. I can’t drag my eyes away from the perfection of her ass, each globe smooth and plump. I could look at her for days and not get bored. She eases back into the position, spreading her legs a little wider so I get a peek at the barely covered pussy I have yet to claim. The course fabric is completely see through. I slide my finger up under the edge of the scant lace, pushing my finger between her folds. She’s already slick, so my finger moves inside easily. Carly sighs with pleasure, dropping her face against the bed. I’m torn between wanting to explore and wanting to get her off. I wish we had all night, but I don’t want to stay over. I wish I could take her to my place so we could be as noisy as we want, but I’m still too wary of overnight guests.
“I see something I want to taste,” I tell her.
“You’ve already tasted it,” she teases.
“I need more,” I tell her, pulling my finger out of her and easing the panties down her thighs. “Once isn’t enough.”
Just as I’m about to roll her over on the bed and bury my face between her legs, there’s a timid knock at the door.