Carson almost laughed at Fred's comment. With all the ideas going through his head as to what exactly he wanted to do to and with her, he was definitely anything but a gentleman. Her touch was starting to drive him absolutely mad with want.
So when she shut off the telly and pulled him up from the couch toward the bedroom, he felt himself starting to twitch slightly. This was really going to happen.
"Yes...not being watched...good idea," he said, his brain feeling like it was shorting out a bit.
Once they were in her bedroom, Carson slid her hands around Fred's waist and returned her kiss, groaning softly as he found himself getting aroused. He wanted to touch all of her, and for a moment, he didn't know where to start, so he was happy to let her take the lead for the moment. He lifted his arms so she could pull of his shirt and shuddered as she started to touch his bare chest while she kissed him.
"Oh lord, Fred," he whispered.
He found himself sinking to his knees in front of her, nuzzling her through her shirt and nipping at her nipples through the material. He smiled when he felt them pebble. Once he reached the hem of her shirt, he grasped it and pulled it off her as he stood again. He then took a deep breath at the sight of her in her bra, feeling his cock twitch again, before reaching around her to undo the wee clasps.
"God, you're beautiful," he breathed out once her bra was off.