rylee mears (itsjustafeeling) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-10-25 15:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, carson, carson x rylee, rylee |
Who: Carson and Rylee
When: Sunday, Nov 19th, morning
Where: their apartment
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
The instant Carson rolled over and woke up, he wanted Rylee. He low-key wanted Rylee around most of the time, just in that way people felt when they were very close to someone and loved them, but this morning was different. She was the first thought that popped into his head, and something felt tight in his chest. He laid there for a moment, gazing over at his dresser in the dim of his curtained room, and thought about her skin. What she smelled like. How her laugh sounded. He was suddenly dying to be next to her, to touch her and know she was there and saw him and cared about him.
The apartment was quiet, so Carson hoped that meant she was just still asleep and hadn’t gone off to work an early shift or anything. Sundays were usually good tip days, but he couldn’t stand the thought of Rylee going to work today. Motivated by sudden urgency, Carson pulled himself out of bed and slipped his arm into his crutch. He walked down the hallway as quietly as he could, his hair rumpled, his body still overly warm from the blankets, just in his boxers, and went to Rylee’s door. Turning the knob slow so it wouldn’t make a sound, Carson opened it a crack and peered through, his heart beating hard just at the thought of seeing her.
Rylee had worked a double the day before which had led to having the entire Sunday off. She had gotten in late and crawled right into bed, exhausted from being on her feet all day. Rylee had fallen asleep with the thought that she and Carson could maybe grab breakfast in the morning and go to the movies, or take a drive along the coast where the leaves were changing color and no one knew who they were. There was a lot to do, a lot to prepare for, but Rylee was determined to make sure Carson had some normalcy in his life, despite nothing being normal. Not even her.
The cautious opening of her bedroom door woke her, but subconsciously Rylee knew it was Carson. She kept her eyes shut, but her heart was suddenly beating harder in her chest, her entire body acutely aware of his presence. Warmth and love for him spread through her in an instant, so intense it was that it nearly stole her breath. What was she doing, sleeping in bed alone at night when she could have Carson beside her, even just to curl up and feel his warm, solid body pressed up against hers. He seemed to have known it too, because the blankets shifted and Rylee felt Carson slip into bed beside her. Without thinking, Rylee scooted close to him, her arm immediately moving to slide over his bare abdomen. She opened her eyes then to look at him through the dimness in her room. "How did you know I wanted you here," she whispered, almost afraid to speak for fear it would shatter whatever this was that she was feeling. No one and nothing else mattered but Carson.
It felt completely natural to carefully crawl into bed with Rylee. He wanted to be there so badly, and Carson’s willpower had apparently dissipated. The way she didn’t hesitate to embrace him made all kinds of feelings flutter in his chest and stomach, and Carson had to fight not to squeeze her too tightly as he slipped his own arm around her. It felt like coming home, and intense emotion started to block up his throat already. It was just an all-over feeling of yes. This was where he belonged, who he belonged with, and he couldn’t imagine why he’d thought anybody else could even come close to this. Rylee’s very touch gave him goosebumps, and the soft words that came out of her mouth made his insides clench up in that sweet way again. Rylee wanted him there. She’d known he was coming, because they were meant to be together. “I just did,” he whispered back. That seemed like the only explanation, it felt so right, and it hadn’t even occurred to him that she might kick him out of her room. “And I wanted to be here, more than anything.”
There was absolutely zero inclination to kick him out. In the moment, Rylee was quite positive there were no circumstances in which she would ever kick him out of her room, let alone her bed. Rylee smiled, still a bit sleepy from having just woken up. her fingertips stroked along his warm skin, bold and explorative. She had missed touching him, at least in this way. It had felt like they had been tiptoeing around one another for so long and now everything just felt right. With Carson being so close to her, it felt natural to lift her face and kiss him, her fingertips still roaming over his skin. She didn't care about morning breath or anything else at all. Everything in her world revolved around him and this moment. The strength of her feelings should have probably startled her, given the circumstances, but Rylee welcomed it. All she wanted was to lose herself in him forever.
Carson lived for her touch, and he honestly wasn’t sure how he’d been surviving without it. That was a dim thought however, unimportant because Rylee was touching him now, and that was all that mattered. And when she kissed him? All of Carson’s thoughts seemed to stop. He let out a soft groan, also not caring a single bit about morning breath or not being shower-fresh or whatever. Rylee’s body was warm and softly pliable against his side, and her lips felt like absolute heaven. Carson rolled until he could press himself flush against her, his free hand sliding down the curve of her side as their lips moved softly together. Blood was already rushing to his cock, but that didn’t seem very important either. He just wanted to be close to her, kiss her, show her how he really felt. His touch roamed down Rylee’s hip to pull her thigh up so he could slip his full leg between hers.
Oh, how many fantasies had Rylee had about this? Curling up with Carson in bed, kissing and touching under the blankets, knowing it was taboo but not caring in the least. Society could go fuck themselves, thank you very much. What did they know about love, or how Carson and Rylee felt? It was hard to think or let those indignant thoughts seep into her mind when Carson was kissing her back and their bodies were touching so intimately. She could feel his cock hardening beneath his boxers and Rylee felt as though she was starving for it. Craving him in a way that shut out the rest of the world completely. With his leg resting between her thighs, Rylee groaned softly into his mouth and then deepened their kiss so she could taste him fully. There was a very distinctive throb between her legs now and Rylee's hand slid to Carson's lower back, fingertips skimming the waistband of his boxers. How was she supposed to adequately express how much she loved him? Words were useless.
How had he not been doing this every night? Sleeping in separate beds seemed completely insane now, like somebody else’s decision about how he should live his life. Carson didn’t want to do it anymore, he didn’t give a fuck about the outside world and their judgements either. This apartment and Rylee’s room especially was a haven, somewhere they could finally be themselves and give into what they both had wanted for so long. That soft sound she made drew an answering moan out of Carson, and he shifted in more firmly against Rylee. He’d loved her from afar for so so long, and he was so tired of denying the one thing that could make him feel whole again. Carson slid his hand from Rylee’s thigh back up her hip, sneaking it under the hem of her t-shirt to stroke the skin of her own back, his tongue teasing hers as the core of his body got hotter and hotter.
Rylee had been less concerned about the rest of the world than Carson, although she could certainly understand where he was coming from, when she was willing to set aside her selfish tendencies. It had never been fair of her to expect a relationship that would be hidden in the shadows from their friends and family. But life wasn't fucking fair, ever. Except for now. All of those reasons and excuses didn't matter anymore. Carson was in her bed, touching her, kissing her and how could anyone tell her that it was wrong? "I love you so much," Rylee whispered against his mouth. "I hate not being with you. I just want this every day." This being Carson, with her in her bed. And everywhere else, obviously, but right now, this was heaven.
Carson’s heart clenched sweetly at the declaration of love, and he felt like he was going to burst into tears and joyful song at the same time. He wanted to squeeze Rylee until her bones started to crack, until he could merge them together into one flesh, so they never had to be any sort of apart ever again. “I love you too,” he breathed back, his arm tightening around her. Carson nudged his thigh up higher between her legs, toward all that tantalizing heat he could feel coming from her sex. “This is all I want too. Just ... fuck everything else, yeah? Nobody gets me like you do, nobody ever will, and you’re the best person I know, Rylee. I’m sorry -- I’m so sorry I’ve been fighting it, I fucking love you so much ...” Carson shut himself up by crushing his mouth to hers again.
Rylee knew he loved her, but it was a different kind of feeling, hearing him say it, hearing the intensity in his words. It seemed as though the stars had aligned, finally, which was an odd thing for her to think because Rylee was not generally a romantic. But she was too distracted by Carson and how he kissed her and how his leg felt between between hers, nearly pressing so intimately against her. He was right. Fuck everything else. She gripped his lower back, parting her lips for his, a soft sound catching in her throat. Unable to help herself, Rylee curled her leg more tightly around his, pressing her heat against his thigh. The subtle pressure just made everything throb more deliciously and her hand slipped into Carson's boxers, though she was mindful not to grope just yet. "Will you take these off?" she murmured against his mouth.
He let out a soft sound as she pressed herself against his thigh, almost like Carson could feel the pleasure himself. Part of him didn’t want to move anymore, just cling to Rylee and let them rub against one another until they both just exploded. But taking his boxers off was an even better idea. He was aching to be inside of her, caught up in the overpowering desire to be as close as humanly possible to his cousin. Closer, even. “Long as you take these off too,” he whispered back, plucking at her clothes. Why did they wear clothes to bed anyway? Being naked was much more natural, much better. Without waiting for an answer, sure it would be yes, Carson shifted around, trying to work his boxers down and off while still staying as close to Rylee as possible.
Rylee was more than happy to get as naked as Carson was, though she had more clothes to strip off. Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest as she pulled off her shirt and shoved it somewhere under the blankets behind her. Her gaze drifted down to his cock when his boxers were discarded and it was all she could do not to lick her lips. She remembered quite clearly how it felt and tasted in her mouth and now she was desperate to feel it buried deep within her body. It was a desire and fantasy she had harbored for years. Rylee slid her panties and pajama shorts down her legs, kicking them away before she scooted in close to Carson again. She couldn't seem to keep her hands off of him and Rylee ran her palms over his chest, fingertips brushing along his tattoos. She nudged him onto his back and carefully straddled his lap before dipping her head down to kiss him again. His body felt so solid and hot and hard against her and it was no exaggeration that she wanted to spend the rest of the day like this.
Carson helped Rylee get her bottoms off -- or he tried to, at least, it felt a bit more like uselessly eager tugging -- and got his hands on her bare skin as soon as possible. She was incredibly soft, and so fucking beautiful, he just wanted to feel the whole of her body against the whole of his, with nothing between them. No clothes, no weirdness, no guilt, no hesitation or second-guessing. This was right, he could feel it deep in his gut, and Carson was so tired of trying to suppress that feeling. He didn’t give a shit about normal or being blood related or anything but Rylee and how much he loved her. He rolled when she nudged him, his hands on her hips as she got into position over him, squeezing briefly before he slid them up to cup her breasts. Carson hummed into the kiss as he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, his pelvis rocking up a bit to feel the warmth of her skin against his cock.
Rylee could feel nothing but absolute pleasure and warmth and happiness. There wasn't even the worry that the guilt and weirdness would come later because it wouldn't. It was like the both of them had woken up with the understanding and complete acceptance that they were meant to be together, and they were. Her nipples were tight and aching against his thumbs and Rylee moaned her approval against Carson's mouth. His cock was smooth and hot and she positioned herself in such a way to rub her pussy against it so he could feel how wet he made her. They had both wanted this for so long and denying themselves had been pure torture. In a way it felt like the last couple of weeks, hell the last several years, had been unbearable foreplay. Rylee could barely take her time now, her body craving his with an intensity that she could only embrace. Needing to breathe, Rylee broke away from his mouth and shivered as his cock slid against her swollen clit. "You feel amazing," she whispered, nuzzling his nose with her own.
Women had done that to him before and he’d enjoyed it, but holy fuck, feeling Rylee rub her slick pussy against his cock sent happy shudders up Carson’s spine. They’d fooled around some before, of course, but he vaguely remembered being extra-careful about getting their genitals too close together. He’d probably been smart to do that, because he immediately wanted to bury himself inside of her. Carson groaned, the muscles in his hips and thighs flexing as he rocked with her, desperate to feel as much as she would let him. He thought he could probably come just like that if Rylee did it for long enough, but that wasn’t enough. He had to claim her finally, possess her, fuck her mindless, make her come over and over and and let her know she was his. That nobody else had ever or would ever love her as well as Carson could. “You do too,” he breathed back, fingers pulling at her nipples. “Fuck ... I need you, Ry, please.”
She loved hearing that. Obviously Rylee knew he wanted her, but he needed her too. And she needed him too, desperately. But to hear the desire in his voice was everything and Rylee trembled against him, aware that she would hear those words in her head for the rest of her life. And probably get off on them on more than one occasion. There was the temptation to tease him, to rock against him this way while denying him what he really wanted until he was at the brink of madness. But she would be denying herself as well, and Rylee was feeling far too selfish to fuck around at the moment. Pressing a kiss against his cheek and then his jaw, Rylee then pulled away, sitting up on his lap before she pushed up slightly on her knees. One hand was splayed against his chest, the other reaching between their bodies to grip his cock. Rylee's lips were parted with each harsh, shallow breath, her eyes locked on his face. She guided him inside of her, a soft strangled cry forming in her throat, bordering on a broken cry of relief as she began to sink down his length. He was thick and her body adjusted to his size, triggering a flood of pleasure through her. She wanted so badly to go slow but fuck, it was going to be hard.
Carson was fairly certain he’d never seen anything sexier than Rylee sitting up over him like that. His cock twitched at her touch and he watched with hazy eyes as she got their bodies lined up. The noise she made caused his stomach to clench sweetly and he gave a sympathetic groan that turned more gravely as Carson felt himself start to really enter her. Her pussy was tight and hot and wet and perfect and he didn’t give a single thought to the taboo of it all. She wasn’t his cousin right then, she was just Rylee and he was just Carson and they were dying to be together for real, so here they were. Carson rubbed his hands restlessly up Rylee’s thighs and held her hips as she descended, the urge thrumming through them to pull her down faster around him. He arched his hips up a bit before she settled her weight against him and he was fully buried in her. Then Carson had to put pressure behind the grip, holding her in place while he let his body adjust to all that pleasure. His breath was already coming harder and faster, and Carson wet his lips, muffling a groan. He wanted to remember this moment for forever. If there was a personalized heaven, this was going to be his.
Rylee knew there would be so many things she would love and remember about this whole experience, and the way Carson touched her would be one of them. Her skin tingled where his hands held her and she knew enough about men and sex to know that it was a bad idea to start moving hard and fast right away, especially if she wanted this to last. So Rylee sat there, his cock buried deep inside of her, the intensity of the pleasure causing her eyelids to grow heavy. But god she wanted to keep them open so she could watch his face. She remained still as long as she could but the natural instinct to move began to overwhelm and Rylee rested both hands on his chest as her hips began to rock back before rolling forward. She kept the pace languid and soft, though it was becoming harder to breathe. His name slipped past her lips in a whisper and it was probably overly romantic to think that his cock fit her perfectly, in a way no other man ever had or would.
Those first few movements were so sweetly pleasurable, Carson almost lost his grip on himself again. He hissed a breath in through his teeth, his own eyes rolling briefly closed, and flexed his willpower to try and hold out. He knew he wouldn’t be down for long even if he came too fast, but still. The last thing he wanted was to be a disappointment to her on their first time. Carson had just wanted to be inside of Rylee for so long and now it was finally happening and she felt so fucking good, it was almost too much. He decided she was too far away, so Carson sat up a bit, propping himself up with one hand behind him, his legs pulling in closer to cross as much as they could. He felt a little more in control from there, starting to move his hips with Rylee’s, staying buried deep. Carson’s free hand roamed over her ass and back as he leaned in to start kissing the base of her neck and her chest, breathing in her skin with relish.
It was difficult not to cling tightly to Carson as soon as he was close enough. The way his cock felt inside of her as their hips rocked so firmly pressed together was pure heaven, drawing louder moans from Rylee. One hand curled around the nape of his neck, the other gripping his back where her fingertips dug into his skin. She loved that her movements were restricted by the position, loved that all she could do was roll and grind her hips to his. Feeling his lips and his hot breath against her skin felt just as good as his cock. Her entire body felt taut and ready to explode. It was as if her deepest, most secretive fantasy had come true. With her knees pressed against his sides and into the mattress, Rylee used the leverage to add just the tiniest bounce to her hips before dipping her face to catch his lips in another heated kiss.
It all felt incredibly good, better than any sex Carson could remember having, and he’d had a lot. None of that had been with Rylee though, and that apparently made all the difference. Her pussy felt like home to him now, the most ecstasy-filled home he could imagine, and he already knew this was going to happen more than once today. As many times as he could manage it, until their bodies just couldn’t take it anymore. They had a lot of time to make up for. “Rylee,” he moaned against her lips, his hand sliding down to grip one of her perfect asscheeks. He didn’t stop her from bouncing, even though it sent sharp pleasure up his spine like electric shocks. Carson kept moving under her, driving his cock deep along with every movement she made. It was deliciously frustrating not to be in control of the pacing, but he was loving every second of it.
Was there a sexier sound than the way he said her name? It sent a shiver down her spine but at the same time Rylee found herself insanely jealous of all the men and women in the past who had gotten to hear his voice in the throes of sex before she had. No matter. She had him now, and she was going to have him again and again if she could help it. Really, Rylee saw no reason for them to leave her bed at all that day. She wanted him naked and sweaty and spent by the time the sun went down again. The two of them were breathing too hard to kiss properly, but she couldn't stop, her lips peppering kisses along his jaw, back to his earlobe where she nipped gently. All she wanted was to keep this pace, to drive them both mad with it, but her body had instinctively begun to move a bit faster and there was a bit more force behind the downward thrust of her hips against his cock. Rylee moaned against his ear, her hands pressing into Carson's back harder now, not wanting him to move even an inch away from her.
Carson reveled in every touch and brush of her lips against his skin. He didn’t feel like either of them had enough hands or enough mouths, or even enough bits to fuck each other with. He wanted to put parts of himself into her mouth and her ass too, and vice versa. Rylee was fucking him so good, he was starting to lose track of whose body was whose. Everything was just overwhelming pleasure flowing between them. Until suddenly being on the bottom wasn’t enough. Restlessness exploded in Carson’s chest, and he had to move them. Wrapping his arm firmly around Rylee’s waist, he shifted his legs and pushed off the bed to flip her around and lower her onto her back. Carson had to be able to set the pace now, he was dying to be the one giving her pleasure, to actually get to make his love come. He stayed close, kissing her lips again as he settled against and over her, then started thrusting, long and deep and slow to start out with.
There was a very good possibility that Rylee could have just stayed there in Carson's lap, grinding against his cock for the next several hours simply based on how fucking good it made her feel, even if she hadn't been spiraling towards an orgasm. It felt self indulgent in a way, but she also loved that Carson was so desperate for more than he couldn't stand it any longer. Her heart surged in her throat when he suddenly shifted and flipped them both around until she was on her back and all Rylee could do was cling to him, gasping as he began to thrust, her back arching on the bed as her hands wandered restlessly over his back and down to his ass. She still needed to move with him, to touch and fuck and bring him as much pleasure as he brought her. Rylee kissed him as deeply as she possibly could in between the annoying need for oxygen, but the moans and breathy encouragements took her over again and Rylee clutched him just above his ass, her hips rising to meet his. She was getting close now, feeling that desperate urge to come, but also wanting to fight it, to draw this out as long as they physically could.
He loved the way she touched him, like she couldn’t get enough, and those soft, hungry words that came out of her mouth were driving Carson fucking crazy in the best sort of way. How did he last so long, denying himself this? This was exactly what he wanted, what he’d been searching for for years now -- someone he was close to, intimate with on multiple levels, with molten-lava-hot sex on top of it. Rylee was it. She’d always been it, since he was twelve and they shared that kiss at Thanksgiving dinner with the rest of the family downstairs, and now things were finally coming to fruition for them. He’d known what he wanted then, why had he let it get so muddied over the years between? Carson slipped his hands under Rylee’s body, holding the backs of her shoulders as he started to thrust harder, his face still hovering close to hers. He didn’t want to separate for anything today, just keep them both in bed, cuddling between rounds of sex, until their bodies gave out on them completely. He could feel her pussy tightening up around him, and Carson let out some more helpless groans as he pushed into her harder and deeper.
Rylee thought about that kiss a lot. Sometimes it just surfaced unbidden in her memory and it never failed to bring a smile to her face. She had never expected it to come to this, so many years later, but deep down she had always wanted it to. Despite the circumstances that brought them to this point, Rylee couldn't help but be thankful for it on some level. Carson was always meant to be hers, and now he was, fully. The way he rocked his hips had him brushing against her clit in just the right way and Rylee clenched her eyes shut, desperate cries growing in volume as she started to climb the peak rapidly, pleasantly stunned that she was going to come without having to finger herself. "Oh god, Carson," Rylee panted, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist tightly even as she lifted her hips to grind herself against him. Her nails pressed firmly into his solid flesh, her neck arching as she exploded beneath him, every single nerve in her body feeling raw and exposed as she throbbed and pulsed around his cock. She was sure their neighbors above them could probably hear her cries but Rylee couldn't have cared less, too lost in the moment and the ecstasy flowing rapidly through her.
Carson was going to be hearing Rylee say his name that way in his dreams for forever, he felt positive. And they would probably turn into wet dreams, because holy shit, that was hot. He could feel her body start to tremble under his as she got closer and closer, and he was grateful for the sting from her digging fingernails, as it kept him from going over the edge with her. As good as everything felt, Carson wasn’t done yet. He slowed his pace down some while Rylee climaxed, relishing every clench and flutter around his aching cock, making sure to grind in against her clit to draw her pleasure out. It had been quite a while since Carson had slept with a woman, but there were some things you just didn’t forget. His heart was pounding with more than pleasure, and he pulled his face back enough to really drink in Rylee’s expression, his bottom lip caught in his teeth. She was heartbreakingly beautiful as well as sexy as fuck, and he loved her so intensely in the moment.
It was possible that she was just caught up in the moment, and the afterglow of her orgasm, but Rylee couldn't remember the last time a guy had made her feel that good. It was Carson, of course, and hadn't she always known he would be amazing in bed? That they would be amazing together? Her eyes cracked open to look up at him and Rylee brought her hands up to cup his face, her heart still racing in her chest. Her body felt overly sensitive, inside and out, and she lifted her head up from the pillow to kiss him, her legs loosening a touch from around his waist. "That was incredible," Rylee murmured, slowly moving her hips again, just to feel him still hard and aching inside of her. "It felt so good."
As much as his body wanted to continue, to rut and thrust until he exploded, Carson was good with having a minute to cool down. He wanted to make this last, to enjoy every second of it, even though he was positive at the moment that it would happen again. And again. And again. They were together now, whatever wall had been there was crumbling into dust, and things were getting to be as they should’ve been a long time ago. He kissed Rylee back with feeling, still slowly rocking his hips with hers and teasing himself with that tight grip around his cock. Carson felt like he could do that for forever, like he never wanted to part from Rylee, and just make her climax over and over and over again. “Good,” he whispered against her lips, lingering in the kiss. “Because you’re incredible.”
She felt incredible in that moment. Carson was incredible. Everything was incredible. Trying to push aside her feelings for so long had been hard, and they had fought more than once about their situation. But just like that, it was so easy and now Carson was exactly where he was meant to be. In her bed, buried deep inside her body. Running her hands through his hair, Rylee hummed happily against his lips, slowly starting to respond to the way he moved inside of her, even now. Being a woman in this world had always been difficult, but the silver lining had always been multiple orgasms, assuming the man she was with knew what he was doing. She never doubted that Carson was amazing in bed, and now she was finding out first hand that she had been right. Rylee rolled her hips with his, exhaling softly before she smiled in a lazy sort of way, more than ready to go along with whatever pace Carson wanted.
Carson had never been a slouch in bed, but he’d put extra effort into becoming a good lover once he got active again after his injury, like something in him wanted to make up for his missing parts. The broken pieces of him. Rylee had never cared about those, she’d loved him just as he was at every point in his shitty rollercoaster of a life, and Carson would be grateful to her until the day he died for that. Even now, when things were so complicated and terrifying and brain-breaking, there she was to support him. He felt like the biggest idiot in the universe for taking it for granted for so long. “I love you so much,” he breathed into the kiss, his body rocking into hers with growing intensity again. He wasn’t sure if the words meant enough, they felt pale and useless compared to how he felt, but he hoped she could feel how much he meant it.
"I love you," Rylee whispered, wanting to keep her eyes open this time, to watch his face as pleasure overtook him. Her hands began to roam again, smoothing over his chest and down to his waist, around to ass and back. She wanted to memorize every inch, to remember exactly how he felt in her arms. God, she was still so wet for him and Rylee was fairly certain they could do this all day long and even when they were sweaty and spent she would want him again and again. Rylee had no idea what had prompted him to come into her room that morning, but it felt as though the universe had finally lined up just right and how this was all she would need, and all she would want. One leg hooked around his, the other stayed bent at the knee, her heel pushing into the mattress as she moved with him, drawing him deep with every lift of her hips. "You feel so good inside of me, I almost can't take it," Rylee breathed, her eyelids growing heavy again.
The way she kept touching him, the way she moved under him, those words that made his cock ache even more, it was all so beautiful, Carson wanted to hang onto it and make it last. Pleasure was a double-edged sword though, and his was ramping up rapidly. Carson moaned and had to pull his mouth away from Rylee’s to get enough air, though he didn’t go far. She was one to talk about feeling good -- Carson was almost positive his end felt better. It had to, because Rylee was perfect and her body was perfect for him, and he’d never enjoyed fucking anyone else this much. His head dipped in toward the crook of her neck, lips and breath hot against her skin as he thrust with increasingly desperate force, his balls tight against his body, his muscles starting to tremble. “You’re mine,” he whispered harshly toward Rylee’s ear, hardly aware of what he was even saying. It all just felt right. “You’re mine and I wanna come in you ... can I? Please, Ry.”
Of course she was his. She had been his since she was twelve years old, even if Rylee had buried it deep for obvious reasons. But hearing Carson say those words now was almost as orgasmic as an actual orgasm. She was his, and he was hers. That was how it was going to be now, and forever. "Yes," Rylee moaned. "Yes." She wasn't worried about pregnancy or anything else. Rylee had been on birth control since her teen years, and she wanted Carson to lose himself inside of her. To claim her completely. No one else had, and no one else ever would. "I'm yours," she whispered against the side of face. "Come inside me."
Carson hadn’t been sure if he was asking for permission or encouragement or both, but Rylee’s answer went straight to his cock. He gave a helpless, muffled moan, the muscles in his back and core working hard as his thrusts got faster and longer. Everything felt so fucking good, he was tingling from ribs to thighs, and Carson just couldn’t hold back anymore. He pushed his upper body up just enough to get better leverage, panting as he pounded into Rylee for a few strokes. Then everything unraveled and ecstacy rolled up Carson’s spine. He grit his teeth to muffle his cry, his body shuddering hard as he emptied himself deep inside of her. It made the dark behind his eyelids sparkle, and Carson’s head swam with pleasure before he slumped back down again, shivering and groaning while his sensitive cock twitched and throbbed.
Gripping his waist as soon as Carson lifted a bit off of her, Rylee was unable to tear her gaze away from face. He was so gorgeous, but even more so when his face was contorted with pleasure. Her own moans were loud and uninhibited the harder he thrust into his body until she felt him swell inside of her. It was almost an ethereal experience and the love she felt for him in that moment made her feel so full that Rylee was sure she would burst with it. All of the sudden the only thing she wanted to do with the rest of her life was make Carson come again and again. She was quite all right with that being her full time job. As soon as he was close again, her arms and legs wrapped around him almost immediately. Rylee peppered kisses along the side of his face, loving the way she could feel his heart pounding against his chest. "I love you," she murmured. "So much."
Carson would’ve related, because this was pretty much all he wanted to do too, until they both just died of ecstacy. Nobody else in the universe was ever going to come close to making him feel this way, so why not? Fuck everything but this, everyone but Rylee. He felt the knot that had been growing in the core of him, getting bigger and tighter with every moment of fear he’d been experiencing lately and every fight with Rylee, start to loosen. Bonelessly flopped on top of his cousin, his dick still twitching inside of her as it slowly softened up, Carson felt more at peace than he had in a long-ass time. He could hardly remember how long now. He let her soft words seep into his psyche and work their magic there. It took Carson a while to gather the strength, but he eventually went back to supporting his own upper body on his elbows, moving his head to slowly return those kisses. “I love you too,” he whispered back. “More than anything.”
For a moment it felt like the last couple of months had never happened. All of the Bad Stuff was buried underneath layers of warmth and love now and nothing could touch them. She spent the next few moments just kissing him, letting her hands rub up and down his back slowly. Obviously he would need a few minutes but Rylee was finding she already wanted him again. Maybe it was that they had years to make up for. Rylee smiled against his lips and then nuzzled her nose to his. "Are you hungry?" she whispered. "Or I can get us some coffee." She had nowhere to be, and she didn't think Carson did either. Lounging around naked in bed with him sounded like her ideal Sunday. Her ideal life really, but one thing at a time.
It was a beautiful few quiet moments, kissing Rylee back while she stroked his skin and he slowly went soft inside of her. Carson knew that wouldn’t be the state of things for long -- he wanted her again too. And again and again. If they didn’t put a single stitch of clothing back on today, he would be a happy man. It felt so strange to feel so good, but Carson didn’t want to question it too much. He just wanted to ride it out for however long it lasted. He hummed thoughtfully at her offer, still slowly nuzzling their noses. Carson planted a couple more tiny kisses against her lips. “Guess we do need some fuel,” he murmured. “‘Cause I want to do that again. I’ll come with you.” He could help make something for breakfast, then maybe bend her over the counter. Carson just wanted to be within touching distance of Rylee all day long. After one more kiss, he started to push himself up and off of her.
Rylee smiled as he moved, though her body felt the sudden emptiness when Carson pulled away from her. It wouldn't last long, she knew, but she also had to fight the temptation to pull him back on top of her. She missed his warmth more than anything. Groaning a bit at having to move, Rylee pushed herself up and started searching for her discarded t-shirt. "I have to use the bathroom really quick," she told him. "But I'll meet you in the kitchen. Do you want me to grab your prosthetic?" He had his crutch but he might want use of both hands for breakfast. Or other things.
Carson lounged on his side and watched Rylee get up. She really was just heartbreakingly beautiful. He wanted to kiss every inch of her skin now that the initial hot rush of lust had subsided a bit. “I’ll get it,” he told her warmly, a little smile lingering on his face. His leg was right down the hall, it wasn’t a big deal, but he appreciated that she offered anyway. Carson watched her pick up her shirt and let out a soft whine of protest. He scooted and leaned to reach out and snag hold of it to give a little tug. “No clothes,” he murmured, giving Rylee a teasing pleading look. He would even do the cooking if she didn’t want to risk it naked. They’d spent far too long being dressed in front of each other, if you asked Carson.
Rylee's brows rose when he tugged at her shirt but then she released it into his possession. "No clothes," she agreed, leaning over the bed to press a kiss to his lips. She was just so used to making sure she was mostly covered around Carson that some habits died hard, apparently. "Give me five minutes," she told him, kissing him again before she scooted off the bed. Rylee had never been a modest woman, comfortable in her body, especially in the presence of men. And she quite liked the idea of watching Carson cook naked. She had always loved his body, and his tattoos and today she would get to admire both without any ounce of shame or guilt. It was, so far, the perfect day, and no matter what happened later, they would always have this. Things were going to get better for the both of them, and this was just the beginning.