you// c.g.

21

A deep breath escaped my mouth as I looked up at the ceiling. The room was colored a dim hot pink. Walls were covered in posters, magazine pictures, and polaroids of Carl and I.

Soft music played in the background, soft blankets lying underneath us. I turned, smiling as I gingerly caressed Carl's face.

"We did a good job." He smiles, looking around the room.

"Definitely," I could hear the difference in my own tone with a smile spread so wide across my mouth.

"Now what do we do with the rest of our time?" Carl turned completely towards me, a sneaky hand on my waist, lightly grasping.

"I can think of a thing or two." I bit my bottom lip back as my thumb pulled his down. I watched his eyes dilate, filled with lust, as he leaned in to kiss me deeply. An explosion broke loose within me. It felt like fires spreading throughout every inch of my body.

His hand slid across my neck, his thumb rubbing softly against my jaw. Carl's lips left mine kissing down my neck, my eyes rolled back into my head.

He was on top of me without me noticing, I  submitting to his dominance. Carl moved to my breasts, teasingly planting soft kisses upon them. My back pushed up, begging for more but he just smirked.

He returned back to my lips for one passionate and lustful kiss, a risky hand slipping into my underwear. Carl pulled back, my eyes widening as his fingers rubbed me. So slowly but pleasurably; he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Carl.." I moaned, but he quickly shut me up with his tongue in my mouth. He continued to rub me, our making out becoming rougher and more passionate. I wanted more. I needed it.

"Carl, I want you." He pulled away, a wide smile presenting itself on his face.

"Are you sure, shortcake?" He began going faster, a pressure beginning to form in my stomach. I nodded swiftly.

"I wanna hear you say it." He whispered seductively into my ear. I moaned loudly, my legs beginning to struggle to stay open.

"Yes, Carl. I want you." An exhausted whine left my mouth as he pulled his hand from my underwear.

Like before, he looked at my shirt with his fingers grasping the ends, asking for approval. I nodded as he slipped the tank top from my body and soon my bottoms.

I sat up, kissing his lips softly as I pulled his shirt above his head and began unbuttoning his pants. Carl kicked them off and pushed me back down, his hand around my neck as his lips touched mine. When I kissed him, it felt like I could breathe again. As if he were my air, and I just couldn't get enough of him.

His free hand pulled off my underwear and moved to grip my thigh. I moaned into his mouth to which he responded with biting my lip.

My hands traveled from his hair to his boxers, "Do you have a condom?"

He stopped, reaching into his jacket pocket. Not a word left his plump and red lips as he held it between two fingers. I giggled.

Once it was on, Carl was back on top of me. "Tell me if you want me to stop or if it hurts too much. I'll go slow."

I felt my face overwhelm with heat as I watched him lick his fingers. He pushed deep within me and I felt my hands grab a hold of his arms tightly, a gasp quickly leaving my mouth.

"You okay, shortcake?" He questions, carefully as he examines my face. I nod, my hands on either side of his face and pulling him in for a kiss.

Slowly, he goes in and out. It hurt at first, but hearing Carl moan turned me on even more. It began to get easier to tolerate the pain and soon turned into pleasure.