rylee mears (itsjustafeeling) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-05-28 20:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | #december 2017, carson, carson x rylee, rylee |
Who: Carson and Rylee
When: morning and on, Tuesday, Dec 19th
Where: Out and about in Bangor
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
In spite of everything else going on, Carson had been aware of Rylee’s impending birthday. He’d been in a very low place ever since he’d found out the truth about what he’d done to Sadie, but Carson had worked on rallying himself all through Monday. He didn’t want to ruin things for the woman he loved, and God knew she deserved a break from it all. So he’d made sure they both were off work and made some plans over the weekend, and had gone to bed Monday night kind of looking forward to what was coming. Carson had been careful not to let on to Rylee that he’d made many plans, giving vague noncommittal answers whenever it came up. The surprise was supposed to be part of it.
Carson wasn’t very deeply asleep when his alarm went off at nine, so his hand was ready to reach over and tap the screen to stop the buzzing. He rolled over and just gazed at Rylee’s face for a moment, then slid one hand over under the covers to gently touch her arm to wake her the rest of the way up. Maybe he should’ve let her sleep later since it was her birthday, but he was pretty eager to get things rolling for them. There would be opportunities for naps later on.
While Rylee was aware that it was her birthday, it was more of a peripheral thing, hiding just out of sight with everyone else that was going on. She honestly wasn't expecting much, and not in a disappointed way. For her, it was just another day, and not entirely important in the grand scheme of things. At least she didn't have to work.
She was sleeping quite soundly until Carson's alarm went off. It didn't last long, just enough to rouse her a bit to where she felt his hand on her arm after the alarm went silent. After a brief moment, her eyes cracked open just enough to see him. Rylee made a noise in her throat since she was still too sleepy to actually say good morning, but one hand came up to cover his.
She was so cute when she first woke up, even rumpled and grouchy the way everybody got sometimes. It just made Carson even more determined to turn this into a good day for her. Especially since he was getting her up earlier than she probably wanted to. He smiled faintly. “Happy birthday,” Carson murmured softly and curled his fingers with hers. “I’m gonna make you breakfast, and then I want you to pack an overnight bag, okay?” They were getting the fuck out of Point Pleasant for at least twenty-four hours, and Carson honestly couldn’t wait. It was going to be good for the both of them, he was pretty damn sure.
That got her brain moving much faster than it would have on a normal day. Rylee blinked a couple times, her sleepy, blurry vision clearing a bit so she could focus. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice slightly hoarse. "Where are we going?" Ideally, they would be going far away from Point Pleasant for a lot longer than just overnight, but she wasn't going to be picky about it. The idea of going anywhere with Carson sounded pretty damn appealing at the moment.
Carson grinned a little bit. “It’s a surprise,” he said. “You won’t need anything weird, though.” It wasn’t an elaborate surprise, just a brief break from their lives a couple of hours away, but ... they didn’t have to be themselves in Bangor. Nobody knew them, they could act how they wanted. Maybe it would make everything here even harder to cope with, but Carson wanted that taste of freedom, and he knew Rylee did too. He leaned in to kiss her nose. “What do you want to eat? Coffee, I know ... waffles? Eggs? Name it.”
Rylee couldn't help but laugh a little. "Nothing weird? That's no fun." She was teasing, of course. She didn't care where they went, just the fact that they were going, that Carson felt up to getting out even, made her feel better than she had been feeling days. Obviously she knew a night away wasn't going to fix anything, but maybe Carson needed it as much as she did. She smiled when he kissed her nose and Rylee nuzzled him for a moment, trying to resist the urge to slip her arm around him and just keep him in bed with her for another hour or two. "Coffee and eggs sounds good," she said. "Thank you. I can throw some things in a bag while you're doing that."
“Nothing weird that needs clothes anyway,” he murmured, smiling into the momentary bliss that rose up inside him. Being in bed with Rylee, before the reality of life sank back in, was his favorite place to be now, by far. Today was going to be better than most, though, he was determined to make sure of it. Carson hummed softly and pressed a kiss to rylee’s lips, then pulled back to sit up. “Don’t rush, it’s your birthday,” he said. Carson gave a bounce on the mattress and flashed her a bright grin. “But, y’know ... hurry up.” He was teasing about that part ... mostly. He was eager to get going, kind of excited now. Carson scooted off the bed and grabbed his crutch to stand up with to make his way out of the room and get breakfast started.
Amused, Rylee pulled the blankets up to her chin as if to go back to sleep. But she didn't linger long. Once Carson had left the room she found the energy to get moving. She didn't bother getting dressed yet, since she would need to shower before they left, but she grabbed a small duffel bag from inside of her closet and began to fill it with some clothes. She wasn't sure what they would be doing, so she took a couple extra outfits just in case. With that finished, Rylee went to the bathroom and washed her face before wandering out to the kitchen. Rylee picked up her coffee and sat down not really wanting to spoil the mood or anything, but she studied Carson closely. "Are you sure you feel up to this?"
By that time, Carson had the eggs sizzling in the pan on the stove. He was cooking in his boxers, so he didn’t quite look ready to go anywhere, but it wouldn’t take him but a couple of minutes to throw some clothes in a bag and go. Girls always needed more stuff, it seemed like. He looked around at Rylee and stopped the brush-off answer that wanted to come out of his mouth. This was Rylee, she deserved a real reply. He contemplated the eggs for another beat as he stirred them up and added a bit more shredded cheese. “I’m sure I wanna do it, and I don’t want to fuck up your birthday,” Carson said. “Moods are still up and down, but ... I think getting out of town for a while will be good for me. Both of us, probably.”
She was glad he was honest with her, at least. Rylee didn't exactly feel guilty about Carson taking her away for her birthday because he was right, they both probably needed this. Her birthday was just a decent excuse to make it happen. "You're not going to fuck up my birthday," she assured him after a sip of coffee. "It's really just another day, though I'm more than willing to play the role of birthday girl if it means getting to spend time with you away from this place. But I also don't want you to have to pretend to be in some kind of mood that you're not in. I know things are heavy right now."
It might have been just another day to Rylee, but Carson really wanted to make this one special. She’d been doing so much for him, giving him support he knew he could never really repay, and Carson wanted to show his gratitude with more than just words. So he’d loosely planned a whole day and night for them elsewhere, where the pretense of not being a couple wasn’t necessary. “They are,” he agreed, pushing the eggs around a bit more in the pan before he decided they were done. Carson doled them out onto the waiting plates. “But all I really want right now is to get away with you and try to take my mind off it for a while, you know? I don’t feel like I gotta pretend. So ... we’ll see how it goes, yeah?” He took Rylee’s plate to her first since he was still on his crutch, and paused to kiss her forehead.
Rylee closed her eyes when he kissed her forehead, then nodded. "Yeah," she agreed. Obviously Carson couldn't always control his moods, but it was definitely possible that being away from Point Pleasant might help him, especially if she could keep him distracted. "We'll have fun," she added, picking up her fork to eat. She nearly asked where they were going again, but remembered Carson said it was a surprise, so she bit back on the question. "Are we on a timeline?" Rylee asked after a few bites of food. "We don't have to rush out of here?"
Damn right they would have fun. Carson had some options in mind for when they got to Bangor, as far as solid activity plans went, but he knew they would have a good time regardless of what they decided to do. He hoped so, anyway. Carson grabbed his own plate and sat down with Rylee to dig in himself. Smiling in that ‘I have a secret’ sort of way. It felt good to do it genuinely, for a good reason. Carson might still feel like a murderer sometimes, but Rylee was his saving grace. “Nah, don’t have to rush,” he said. “Just wanted to get there early enough to really enjoy the day. But no specific time.” He popped some egg into his mouth.
“I just want to make sure I have time to shower," she said with a grin, motioning to her bedhead. "But my bag is packed and ready to go. At least with clothes." She would have to grab her toothbrush and things like that, but now that they were talking about it, Rylee was feeling a bit antsy. She was imagining going to dinner, or just walking around with Carson and being able to hold his hand, or kiss him in front of other people. Everything they couldn't do here. "Maybe once the holidays are over we can get away for more than a night. Maybe a long weekend, somewhere a bit warmer."
“Oh yeah, definitely take a shower, you look like a hot mess,” he teased, nudging Rylee under the table with his foot. Carson’s grin and the admiration in his eyes told a different story, of course. She was beautiful, bedhead or not. And he really couldn’t wait to put Point Pleasant in the rearview mirror and dedicate all of his attention to her. The dark cloud of everything was still hovering in the back of his mind, of course, but it was quiet enough for now. As long as he focused on Rylee, he felt okay, and that was what today was all about. “That sounds awesome though,” he went on, taking a sip of coffee. “We could use a real vacation.” They would just have to plan it around the full moon, but Carson didn’t feel like that needed saying out loud.
She stuck her tongue out at him, but smiled. Maybe this could become a regular occurence. Whenever things got too heavy in Point Pleasant, they could just go away for the weekend, even if it was just to Portland, or Bangor or Bar Harbor. It might be good for Carson to remove himself from all of this.
Forty five minutes later they were in the car, headed for... well, wherever Carson was taking them. Rylee was more than happy to just go with it. They could be staying in a cabin in the middle of the woods for all she cared, as long as those woods were nowhere near Point Pleasant.
After being in the car for a while, Rylee was starting to realize they were headed for Bangor, which was just fine with her. They knew the places to eat, and shop or whatever else they wanted to do. And it was highly unlikely that they would meet anyone there that they knew. "So what are we going to do once we get to wherever we're going?" she asked Carson. "Does it require clothes?"
Carson knew that Rylee would figure out where they were headed without too much trouble. But knowing the town didn’t mean she knew where he’d arranged for them to stay, or what things he wanted to do with her there. Most of which revolved around pretending they weren’t cousins and enjoying the freedom to behave however they wanted. They were going to have an actual date, and that was pretty exciting. He looked over at her with a little grin. “Whatever we want. Some of it requires clothes, yeah,” he answered. “But not all. You brought something a little dressy, right?” He’d told her she wouldn’t need anything weird, assuming that she would pack something nice in with normal clothes.
The idea of a date was thrilling, and not only because she hadn't been out on a proper one for such a long time. Being able to be out with Carson was something she didn't think they would ever get to do. It sucked a little that they had to leave town to do it, but it would be worth the miles. When he asked about bringing something dressy, Rylee nodded. "Yeah, I did. I mean, a dress and leggings, but... nothing too fancy. Is that okay?" She imagined if he was taking her to a super fancy place he would have said so before they left. But she knew to bring more than just jeans and a sweater. The corners of her lips turned up as she glanced back out the window. "I like it when you get all cleaned up. I don't think I've seen you in anything dressy since the bachelor auction."
“Totally fine,” Carson answered, glancing over at her again. He hadn’t planned to take her to the Ritz or anything -- he wasn’t even sure there was super-fancy dining in Bangor. But he still wanted to treat her to dinner out at a place where everybody looked like they’d had a shower beforehand. Somewhere unlike Moxie’s. It was a partially selfish desire, of course, because Carson loved how she looked in dresses. He grinned a bit at her comment, his cheeks getting a bit warm as he recalled the bachelor auction. It seemed like it had been years ago now. “Well I’m totally not wearin’ a suit, sorry,” he said lightly. “But I like getting cleaned up with you. I wanna do it more.” He reached over to put his hand on her thigh and give it a soft squeeze.
Rylee laughed softly. "It's okay, I'm not expecting you in a suit. I'm just saying you look good in them." He looked good in just about everything, though she had to admit she preferred the spring and summer when he was wearing shorts and t-shirts and she could see his tattoos. Even if Rylee hadn't allowed herself to fully acknowledge her feelings for him back then, she had still enjoyed appreciating his body. Who wouldn't? Rylee covered his hand with hers. "I want to do it more too. We should try to set aside time every month to get away, even if it's not for an overnight trip. Just... somewhere. Leaving Point Pleasant like this sometimes feels like I'm taking this deep breath after having been locked up somewhere small and stifling. If that makes any sense."
Carson turned his hand to give Rylee’s fingers a gentle squeeze. “Makes perfect sense to me,” he murmured, his gaze distant for a beat. He felt the same now, more than he ever had before in his life. There was a selfish element to this plan for a brief escape, that was for sure. Carson shook it off internally and glanced over at his love with a little smile. “But yes, please, let’s do it. Some time away every month, we need it.” Truly, they needed more than that, and the temptation to run away had gotten much stronger after Carson had found out about Sadie, but everything was so complicated now, he didn’t know how possible that was. It was another thing not to think about today though. Carson brought Rylee’s hand up to kiss the backs of her fingers. They were getting closer to Bangor, and he needed to let everything else go. “So you wanna stop for lunch before we check in? Think we’ll be there in another forty-five or so ...”
Rylee knew that if Carson asked her to move away with him, she would go without hesitation. She occasionally thought about it when she was at work and it was slow. Nick might help them with what they would need on the full moon. They would just need jobs and a place to live, and that would be that. Obviously their families would worry, ask questions and all that, but Rylee was a semi-decent liar. She could make them believe something. But at the same time, she knew it wasn't that easy. Carson was going through so much now and in a weird way, it felt like he had a support system that consisted of much more than Rylee, and maybe that was what he needed now. Smiling at him when he kissed her fingers, Rylee nodded. "We can do that. I'm starting to get a little hungry. I probably should have eaten more breakfast. Maybe we can find one of those small diners off the highway or something." Greasy spoon diners tended to have the best food, in her opinion. "If you don't mind risking your figure," she teased.
It turned out that Carson didn’t mind risking his figure and he wolfed down a burger and fries right alongside Rylee. They got checked into the hotel without a hitch, a cozy little B&B type of place, and Carson felt that weight lifted off of his shoulders as they settled in and relaxed a bit from the drive.
Once he’d taken a shower and they’d both gotten dressed, Carson took them to the movie theater. After some pondering, they went with The Shape of Water. From what he’d heard, Carson had expected a silly movie about a lady being in love with a fish man, something light to be background noise while he just made out with Rylee, but that wasn’t what he got. They held hands the entire time and kissed a few times, which was thrilling by itself, but the movie had mostly held his attention. And why wouldn’t it? A woman in love with a ‘monster’ was of course going to hit close to home. It was beautiful, and he felt kind of emotional at the end but did his best to cover it up as they walked back to the car.
“What’d you think?” he asked Rylee as he started up the engine. He had dinner reservations for them at one of the nicer spots in town, and so far everything was timing out just fine. Carson wanted a drink or three for both of them and then to get Rylee back to the hotel.
Rylee had enjoyed the movie, well aware of the themes and how they might have felt relevant to the both of them. But in her mind, Carson wasn't a monster, even if he thought differently. Still, it had been a beautiful, if unconventional, love story.
"I liked it a lot," she told him, studying him as she buckled her seatbelt. "It definitely wasn't your average love story. Did you like it?" Rylee didn't want to start a discussion that would upset him, but at the same time, being removed from Point Pleasant, being able to talk freely and be together... maybe it wasn't a bad thing to talk, if he wanted to. Rylee just didn't want to misstep somewhere and ruin the day they had been having.
Carson hadn’t chosen that movie on purpose to start any kind of discussion or get into his feelings about it, but maybe it had been a subconscious thing. He didn’t feel upset, so that was good, just ... kind of raw and moved and a little vulnerable. Sure, he wasn’t a fish-man (wolf-man?) twenty-four-seven, and when he was a monster he completely lost his mind, but he couldn’t help but relate to it all. He hadn’t put the car into gear yet, just letting it idle in the parking spot, and he turned his body to look at Rylee better. “I liked it too,” he murmured, but that wasn’t really the important part. Carson reached for her to pull her into a hug over the center console, turning his face into her hair and taking a deep breath. “I love you so much. I just wanna ... give you what you deserve.”
Rylee brought a hand up to the back of his head, her fingers delving into his hair. She closed her eyes and took a breath before turning her face to press a kiss near his ear. "You are what I deserve, and what I want. Things are hard, Carson, but we're going to be okay. I know it's easy to say it, but... I'm not going anywhere." There was a lot to deal with, but Rylee felt like as long as they stayed together, they could handle it. They had each other, and a support system of people who were willing to help. And maybe getting away from Point Pleasant once a month would be good for their relationship too. They wouldn't have to continually hide what they were to each other. "I love you," she murmured.
Maybe eventually they would get to a point where they could leave Point Pleasant behind completely. Go and start a new life together somehow. But with everything piled up the way it currently was, Carson didn’t think it was a good time to do that yet. He needed support, people who knew what they were doing, he didn’t trust his wolf-self alone with Rylee yet. And with the psychic dreams ... this would have to do for now for the two of them. A private life. He held onto Rylee for another long moment or two, then pulled back enough to kiss her. It was soft and chaste and full of feeling. “I’m not going anywhere either, ‘cause you’re all I want too,” he murmured against her lips after a moment. Carson quirked a little smile then. “And dinner. You ready for a bunch of waiters to sing ‘happy birthday’ to you?”
Rylee was willing to deal with hiding. Keeping their relationship contained to their apartment, or trips like these. She worried more that Carson might grow to resent it, or even her, and sometimes Rylee felt like maybe she had pushed him into this. It wasn't something she liked to think about often, because they had more important things to worry about. But when he held her, or kissed her, Rylee felt content, like he wanted this as much as she did. Even with the simplest of kisses between them, Rylee felt warm tingles soar through her body at the feel of his lips brushing hers. She didn't think that feeling would ever go away. She hoped it didn't. When he pulled back, Rylee reached for his hand and gave him a playful grimace. "Please, no singing waiters. Although if it means a free dessert, I think I'll be able to tolerate it. But only for free dessert," she instructed with a grin.
Carson grinned back at her, rubbing his thumb against her fingers. “Always a slut for free dessert,” he murmured, obviously just kidding. “Don’t blame you. It’s gonna be good, where we’re going.” He kissed the back of her hand, and then her cheek, and then her mouth again, lingering in it for a moment while he had fleeting thoughts about just skipping dinner altogether. But being out in public together on a real live date was the entire point, so Carson could be patient. They could just tease one another over their meal and build the tension. He sat back, gazed at Rylee for another heartbeat, then straightened up in the seat and backed out of the parking space.
Rylee couldn't remember the last time she had enjoyed a birthday this much. There was no party, no drinks with a group of friends. She didn't need any of that this year. Carson took her to a nice restaurant and they sat side by side in a booth near the back, enjoying their food and each other. Rylee couldn't believe how nice it felt to be able to kiss him on the cheek, or take his hand or lean against him whenever she felt like it. Nobody was judging them. Dessert was delicious, and free which made the singing waiters slightly more bearable, and when they finished, Carson paid the bill before they walked hand in hand out of the restaurant and to their car. The sky grew dark much earlier in the winter, so it was pitch black by the time they drove to the hotel Carson had booked for them. Rylee felt full and happy, but not ready to sleep. Not even close. She knew the sooner they went to bed, the quicker this day would be over and they would be driving back to Point Pleasant and all of the problems that awaited them there.
Inside their room Rylee took off her purse and set it down on the desktop. "What do you think?" she asked Carson with a smile. "Do you want to go for a swim in the indoor pool? Take a bath?" They had a jacuzzi tub, which was nice, but Rylee really had no preference. Maybe she just wanted to see Carson semi-naked. Or fully naked, though that was likely to be frowned upon by hotel staff downstairs.
Dinner had turned out pretty wonderful, and Carson had thoroughly enjoyed just being able to sit and talk to Rylee, as lovingly as he wanted, out in public. They’d held hands and touched each other’s thighs and laughed like a real couple and kissed here and there and it had just been sublime. He felt light and floaty by the time they made it back to the hotel. Humming in the back of his throat, he moved in close to Rylee and wrapped his arms around her to pull her body in close to his. “I think,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her cheek, and then her jaw. “That you’ve worn clothes for long enough today.” Carson nuzzled and kissed at her neck, running his hands slowly up and down her back. “So unless you think they’d let us skinny dip ... bath?” He pulled back enough to grin lazily at her. Carson could honestly think of nothing better than lounging in a hot bath with her right then.
"That sounds nice," Rylee said, sliding her hands around his waist. Their tub at home was a bit too small for the both of them, so why not take advantage of the hotel room while they could? Plus she would much rather relax in a tub full of hot water with Carson completely naked than wearing swimming trunks. Rylee pushed up a bit on her toes to kiss him. She couldn't really deny that being in a hotel room out of town added an element of this being... forbidden? More so than it already was. It was probably a strange thing to find titillating, considering their situation. Rylee let her hands roam before they moved around to the front of his pants to start working them open. "Guess I should get the water going," she murmured against his mouth.
Naked was always better when it came to spending time with Rylee, in Carson’s humble opinion. And while he would've loved to get naked with her in a swimming pool too, there were probably cameras and security guards and stuff who would take issue with it. Plus, he didn’t want to share her nudity with anybody else. Carson gave a little hum into the kiss, then grinned slightly at Rylee’s words. Her fingers working on his fly made his cock twitch with interest in his boxers, which just confirmed to him that staying in was the smart move. They wouldn’t last long in a pool, trying to behave. “Guess you should,” he murmured back, his hands sliding down to cup her ass through her dress.
Despite how active they had been together since finally consummating this, Rylee still felt like they had years to make up for. She couldn't get enough of him and she was in awe every time she got to touch and kiss his body. Carson was hers now, and it was like he was always meant to be hers. "I'll just help you get out of your clothes first," she told him, the corners of her lips twitching once she was able to get his button and fly undone. She didn't touch his cock right away, but slid her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, her fingers pressing into his hip bones. He would need to get his shoes off and all of that, but that didn't mean Rylee couldn't enjoy for a moment. God, he was sexy. Rylee sighed with a smile. It was hard to let him go. "Okay, water. If I don't do it now we won't even get to the bathtub."
Every touch of Rylee’s hands to his bare skin was intimate and charged and Carson loved all of them. The sensitive skin on his hips tingled like mad as she stroked it, sending more blood into his cock. He was of the same feeling -- they’d had a lot of sex since the dam broke, but there was still so much more to have. Carson wanted every inch of her, all the time, and now here they were away from home and completely free to indulge. They could be as loud as they wanted without worrying about nosy neighbors who knew they were blood related. Carson pulled Rylee’s skirt up in the back to feel her a bit more intimately through her leggings, smirking a bit. “Go on, then,” he teased, because she hadn’t made a move yet. “I’ll be in in a minute.” He kissed her again, lingering for a moment before he let her go and moved back. He did want a bath with her.
It was difficult to pull away, especially when he was touching her that way, and Rylee groaned against his lips before she smiled and finally stepped back, leaving his pants loose around his hips. It had been cold outside, and while the room was warm, she was still looking forward to sinking into a hot bath with Carson. Rylee wasn't thinking about home, or their neighbors or family or Carson's issues right now. It was easy to forget for a bit, being so removed from Point Pleasant, at least physically. She walked into the bathroom and started the water, finding the right temperature before she began to strip her clothes off. The Jacuzzi tub was large enough for the both of them to enjoy comfortably and Rylee stepped into the rising water, sighing at how nice it felt. "It's ready," she called out to Carson.
The second Rylee rounded the corner into the bathroom, Carson stepped in close to the phone on the small desk in the room. He waited until he heard the water start before he dialed down to the front desk to tell them he was ready for the delivery he’d arranged for when he’d booked the room. They promised they would have it up in five, so he just had to stall for another few minutes. Grinning to himself, Carson sat on the bed to get his jeans off, then the sweater he’d had on, leaving him just in boxers and his undershirt. He didn’t want to traumatize the delivery guy, after all. “Be right there,” he called back, pulling his bag in closer to get the bluetooth speaker and candles out of it that he’d packed.
Right on time, there was a soft knock at the door, and Carson hurried to answer it. He said a few quiet thank yous and tipped the guy ten bucks, taking the tray from him. On it was a big bottle of red wine with two glasses and a plate of pretty, chocolate-covered strawberries. Maybe it was cheesy and cliche, but who didn’t like that sometimes? Carson crammed the candles and speaker onto the tray too, then carefully carried it into the bathroom, his tongue caught in his teeth in concentration.
Rylee was already in the tub, her eyes closed as the hot water rushed around her body. It was relaxing and made her wish she had bubbles. She was soaking for a couple of minutes before she opened her eyes again, wondering where Carson was. There was a split second of panic, like maybe something had happened and he needed her, but when Rylee sat up in the tub to call out for him, he suddenly appeared in the doorway carrying a tray. She spotted the wine and glasses immediately and a smile broke out across her face, part pleasant surprise and part relief. "I was beginning to think you might have fallen asleep," she told him, resting against the back of the tub again.
“Nah, just enacting another stage of my plot,” Carson answered with a chuckle. He set the tray down on the closed toilet lid, glad it was the flat kind so nothing would slide and they could reach it all. He set up the candles on the countertop and lit them, then flicked the lights off. “Mood lighting, madam,” he said with an accent that was only somewhat close to snooty British. Carson set up the speaker too and picked the chill, romantic playlist he’d built on his phone, then moved to open the wine, glancing at Rylee’s naked form in the tub every few seconds. God, she was beautiful. How had he ever resisted her in the slightest? Carson filled up the glasses, handed one to Rylee, then stripped the rest of his clothes off quickly and perched on the edge of the tub to take his prosthetic off so he could join her.
"Your plot," Rylee repeated with a soft laugh. She took the wine glass, her chest feeling all kinds of warm now. Candles and wine and music? She definitely wasn't expecting any of that, but it was a really nice surprise and it meant a lot to her that he had even thought to do any of this. She watched him undress, bringing her wine glass up to her lips to take a sip. Her heart began to thud in her chest at the sight of his naked body and she reached out to brush her fingers along his spine as he took care of his prosthetic. Then she shifted a bit when he was ready to join her, wanting to give him plenty of room to sink into the tub with her. "This is really nice, Carson."
Carson was careful lowering himself into the water -- it wasn’t a far drop to the bottom, but navigating unfamiliar tubs could be tricky. He got settled in across from Rylee without incident, found comfortable spots for his legs, and had a brief thought that he should’ve gotten bubbles too. Oh well. “Yeah?” he asked with a pleased grin as he reached for his wine glass. It was really nice, but Rylee’s opinion mattered way more than his. He’d fretted a bit that it would be too much, or come off insincere and cliche or something. But she looked really happy, and that made him happy in turn. “Well you deserve all of it and more. Here’s to ... taking a break from bullshit,” he suggested, lifting his glass toward her for a little toast.
Even if it was cliché it was still nice. Not many boyfriends in her past had ever done anything for her, clichéd or not. "You deserve the break too," she told Carson. "Sometimes I wish we didn't have to go back." They had to though, but that was okay. If they could have these brief interludes together, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Her legs brushed against his in the water. She liked touching him, even in non-sexual ways. Just being close to Carson helped her mood, and she hoped it kept him grounded too.
Being her cousin and friend, Carson had an okay sense of how most of Rylee’s relationships had gone. They talked about it sometimes, along with his, but now he knew why neither of them ever went into many details. But he was determined to treat her better than any dude ever had. “Yeah me too,” he replied with a faint smile. Carson took a sip of wine, rubbing her leg slowly back. He’d been the one to set it all up, but now that he was settling in with her, he was seeing that it really was nice. Carson propped one arm up on the edge of the tub, his fingers idly stroking against Rylee’s knee. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his head tilting a little bit as he gazed at her. “This is the best birthday I’ve ever had and it’s not even mine.”
Rylee smiled at him in the candlelight. All of her previous relationships had sort of fallen away from her memory since she and Carson admitted their feelings to one another. She had never really even had a serious boyfriend in the past. Sex was so much easier to deal with than anything involving deeper feelings. It was probably unhealthy that she avoided real relationships because she got so much of her emotional needs met by Carson at home. He had always been her best friend and it had felt wrong giving that part of herself to someone else. Strange that it made so much sense now. "It's definitely been my best birthday." Rylee drank a bit more wine before setting her glass on the side of the tub. She moved carefully in the water, shifting until she drew closer to him, sliding over his body until she could press her lips to his. "Thank you. Usually with my birthday so close to Christmas it sort of gets put on the back burner for everyone. This really means a lot to me."
There had definitely never been anyone in Carson’s life who mattered to him as much as Rylee did. He’d had some feelings for some people in the past, but they paled in comparison to this. It was a mixture of such content comfort and intense emotion, Carson knew no one else would ever come close in his heart. He smiled lazily when Rylee started to move, setting his own glass carefully aside so he could dip his hands into the water and run them over her curves as she glided up against him. Carson kissed her softly back, feeling his cock stir under the water as warmth spread through his stomach. There was also the crazy amount of lust that he’d never felt for anybody else. “You’re way cooler than Jesus, so ... screw them,” he murmured, grinning a bit. Carson slid his arms around Rylee to give her a squeeze. “You’re welcome, though. I love you, and I know things have been really hard lately, so ... I really wanted to do something for you.”
Rylee laughed against his mouth when he called her cooler than Jesus. She was just sure her mother was somewhere clutching her chest in shock. But then she kissed him again, happy enough to just feel his body warm and wet in the water beneath her. Things had been hard for her, yes, but they had been worse for Carson. He was going through so much, and she honestly would have been okay with it if they had just stayed in for her birthday, watched a movie and ate take out. But this was amazing, and it did mean a lot to her. Since the tub was a bit wider than the one they had at home, Rylee was able to straddle Carson's lap to get more comfortable. She parted her lips to deepen their kiss, wishing she could somehow convey just how much she loved him with words. It just felt impossible in that moment, so Rylee hoped he knew.
Everything that had piled on top of Carson would’ve been impossible to get through without Rylee by his side. If he was being honest, that extended back to when he’d gotten blown up, too. She’d been his rock for a lot of his life now, steady and comforting and infinitely patient. He couldn’t imagine life without her, and he didn’t care at all anymore if other people would think this was sick or wrong or something. It was theirs and it made both of them happy, and what else mattered in life? That happiness felt warm and amazing as it coursed through him at that moment, his lips moving against Rylee’s and then parting so their tongues could stroke together. Carson’s hands roamed slowly over her body, back and hips and thighs, then up to cup her breasts. He never felt like he’d gotten enough of touching her.
Carson has been Rylee’s best friend since they were kids. As soon as he had joined the Marines she feared for his safety, and that had only intensified when he came home damaged and missing part of his leg. Maybe she was overly protective of him now, but Rylee couldn’t fathom the thought of losing him. She had already come so close once, and now all of this other stuff had happened. Life was simply too short to deny herself what she really wanted any longer and now that she truly had Carson, she wasn’t going to let anything else happen to him. At least she was going to do whatever it took to keep him safe.
His hands exploring her body caused her heartbeat to quicken and she moaned softly into his mouth. She felt like they were in no real hurry here and Rylee brought her hand up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing along his jaw. It was far too tempting to rub herself against him by rocking her hips slowly, so that’s exactly what Rylee did. It wouldn’t hurt to drive him a little bit crazy, and herself too.
As far as Carson was concerned, they were together for life now. He wasn’t sure how that would play out, what it would look like in their future, but all of the worries and doubt he’d had before were gone now. The rest of life was too fucked up to care about social norms anymore. Being with Rylee made him happy, and that was all that mattered anymore. It especially made him happy when she was rubbing against him like that. Carson felt himself slip fully into that pleasant space where his thoughts were nothing but pleasant static, all of his focus on his body. And hers. Carson’s palms slid to Rylee’s hips, not to guide her but just to feel the motion in them, and he gave a soft groan against her lips. The slide of her body against his cock sent delicious sparks of arousal through him, but Carson didn’t feel rushed for more either. Not yet.
It felt nice not to have to rush. Not that they really had to back home, but even in the privacy of their own apartment, there was still that mild, but lingering tension that someone they knew could come over, or call, or maybe a neighbor would hear them and realize what was going on. Here they were just Carson and Rylee, two people in love who wanted to enjoy each other. She kissed him deep, feeling the spark of arousal his lips triggered begin to lick through her body. His hands on her hips certainly helped and Rylee wished she had the willpower to just tease him all night, drive him mad with lust until he couldn't take it anymore. She could certainly get off, rubbing herself against his hard cock and it was tempting to do just that. But more than anything else, she just wanted to be close to him in every sense of the word. Rylee pulled her mouth from his and placed tiny kisses along his jaw, back to his ear.
There was a different vibe to it, being out of town. Like their blood relation didn’t matter, because no one in Bangor knew about it. Not that anyone was going to barge into their hotel room to shame them in something, but there was a sense of freedom in being anonymous. Carson could romance and make love to his woman in a hotel room, just like any other red-blooded man in America. They could bother the neighbors all they wanted here. Even with the slow pacing and the candlelight and chill music, the way Rylee was moving against him was making Carson really want to fuck her. His hands slid around to grip her ass, his breath heavier as Rylee moved her mouth from his. He was rocking his hips up against her, hungry for any contact, but still feeling like it wasn’t quite enough. “God, I want you,” he breathed.
"I can feel that," she whispered, smiling against his ear before nipping at the lobe. Her entire body felt flushed and hot and it had nothing to do with the bath water. They could pause and move to the bed, but Rylee felt like that might take too much time. Fucking in water could be difficult sometimes, but at the moment she didn't really care. Trembling, she reached down into the water and shifted her hips, wrapping her fingers around his cock to guide him inside of her. Rylee was just wet enough that he slipped into her body easily and she sunk down on him, burying her face against the crook of his damp neck. She hadn't exactly told him so but his cock was the biggest she'd ever had, and it stretched her deliciously, causing her to moan softly. She would never grow tired of that feeling.
Carson was caught in that strange space of being restless and eager, and wanting to take their time. At least in the water he would be less tempted to thrust really fast, since submerged sex wasn’t always the greatest. But fuck it felt so good to slide into Rylee’s body, he just wanted to stay there and let her rock against him, maybe get her off once that way before they moved elsewhere. Arms wrapped around her now, Carson let out a deep groan and shivered. “You feel so good,” he whispered to her, his hips pushing up a bit. “I just wanna be inside you all the time.” The world certainly looked better from here, small and warm and full of pleasure. He knew it couldn’t last forever, but Carson definitely wanted to drag it out tonight.
"So do you," she murmured, cupping his face now. Rylee continued to move, but not too hard, or too fast. A leisurely swaying of her hips, just so they could both feel it. There was a carnal urge to just let go and fuck his brains out, but the water made it difficult and Rylee didn't want this to be over too quickly. Sure, they had all night but it just felt too good to rush. Her mouth found his and she kissed him deep, her tongue stroking along his. She was mesmerized by his taste, the way his hands felt on her damp skin, how his cock felt buried deep. "I want you all the time," Rylee said against his mouth. "Maybe that sounds like an exaggeration, but it's true."
The leisurely pace was absolutely perfect, Rylee’s body gripped around him with those delicious short strokes. Carson ran his hands along her back and down to cup her ass and then back up, feeling tense with pleasure. He kissed her back with real passion, loving the faint hint of wine under Rylee’s natural flavor. Carson loved how she tasted, every part of her, and he always found himself wishing he could have his tongue in her mouth and on her pussy at the same time. Not that he could complain -- this was incredible too. Rylee’s words drew another soft moan out of him, and he shook his head slightly. He knew she meant it, because he did too. Carson kissed her again, nipping hungrily at her lips as he rocked his pelvis in time with hers.
Rylee frequently wished she had more than two hands, especially when she had Carson beneath or on top of her. She just wanted to touch him everywhere, all at once and her fingers were never able to settle on one area of his body for long. Knowing they would need to get out of the bath and move to the bed soon, Rylee slipped one hand beneath the water to touch herself. Maybe there was a slightly selfish bent to it all, but it was her birthday, wasn't it? And honestly, she knew Carson wouldn't mind. He'd encourage it, even. They had plenty of time for everything else. Rylee kept rocking her hips in short, jerky motions, squeezing herself around his cock as her fingers worked on her clit. Even in water it felt amazing and Rylee moaned into his mouth, heat spiraling deliciously through her entire body.
Rylee’s pleasure only enhanced Carson’s, and he never minded when she started coaxing herself toward orgasm. He loved the way her breathing changed and her body tensed, and she started making those delicious noises. There was always a different pitch to them when she started ramping up, and it made Carson’s balls positively ache. “Yeah, baby,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers so they could both breathe. Carson’s hands gripped Rylee’s hips, relishing the way her lithe muscles felt under his palms. The water was sloshing now with their movements, but even that felt kind of good, warm currents against his skin. “Fuck, you’re getting tight ... you feel so good ...” He’d wanted to give Rylee multiple orgasms tonight, and this was a damn good start.
"Yeah." Rylee breathed. She couldn't focus enough to say anything else. All she could do was moan and breathe his name as her fingers rubbed her clit harder, faster. Everything was spiraling and Rylee wanted it to never end. Yet at the same time, she wanted and her head fell back from his, her moans turning into soft cries as she worked and strained her body toward that delicious peak. For one delicious, torturous moment it felt like she would never get there and then... "Oh god!" Her cry caught in her throat as pleasure exploded inside of her and her pussy pulsed rhythmically around Carson. "God... Carson." She gripped the back of his neck, holding on as she reveled in her orgasm.
Carson rode it out with her, loving every second of it as she crested the wave. He arched and pushed as deep into her as he could, little shivers running up his own spine. The way she held onto him felt so damn good, combined with the way her body squeezed and throbbed around him, he very nearly came himself. If the thrusts had been any deeper, he wouldn’t have been able to hold back, but Carson managed to rein his pleasure in for the moment. A few disconnected words of worship slipped past his lips, ‘beautiful’ and ‘yes’ and ‘fucking goddess’ among them. Unable to resist, needing to be as close to Rylee as possible, he leaned in to kiss her neck and shoulder.
It took Rylee a moment to relax, too caught up in the pleasurable aftershocks that caused her to shiver and tremble against Carson. And then she all but melted into him, resting her forehead against his shoulder as her hand came away from between their bodies. Her heart was pounding madly in her chest and god she just wanted to stretch out and purr like a satisfied cat. Once she found the strength to do so, Rylee began to press kisses to his shoulder herself, a hum of happiness forming in her throat before she lifted her face to look at him. "Want to move to the bed?" The air would be chilly when they got out but Rylee didn't doubt they could warm each other up pretty quickly. She knew it would be difficult for Carson to get off in the tub, so it made sense to move now before Rylee's body got the urge to start moving again. He was still hard inside of her and it still felt amazing.
Part of Carson didn’t want to go anywhere, it wanted to stay in the comfort of the warm water with the romantic candles and everything and just short-thrust inside of Rylee until he came. But more of him was patient and aware that the whole point of this was to spoil her and he couldn’t do that if he was spent and useless. He smiled drunkenly at her when she looked at him, his whole crotch throbbing with sweet need. “If you’re ready, yeah,” he said, rubbing lazily at her sides and hips with both hands. It meant a brief time of annoying disconnection and movement, but the sooner they got on with it, the sooner he could get her wrapped around him and moaning again. Carson patted her ass under the water and kissed her collarbone.
The ambience of the bathroom was a romantic one, but she was willing to give it up if it meant getting Carson naked and stretched out beside her, or on top of her, or... anyway really. Plus the water would get cold soon and that would just ruin everything. The worst part was having to pull away from him and her body felt the loss instantly as she shifted carefully and stood. Rylee climbed out of the tub and grabbed a towel to wrap around her body. She stayed close in case he needed help getting up, and Rylee shivered as they made her way out of the bathroom. She didn't bother turning up the thermostat. It was a comfortable temperature and she knew she would warm up as soon as she had Carson next to her again. Still, she dried off a bit before dumping the towel on the nearby dresser and she walked to Carson again, placing her hands on his waist as she kissed him. She didn't want to stay disconnected from him for too long, her body still achy and wanting him.
Carson had thought of everything but his crutch, so it took him an extra few minutes to get out of the bathroom and join her with his prosthetic back in place. He brought the speaker with him, at least, and clicked off a lamp or two to dim the room for them. He’d dried off but not bothered to wrap a towel, his erection only half-deflated from all the moving around. With anyone else he might’ve been a little flustered at taking extra time, but he knew Rylee didn’t mind. She was always patient with him. His hands ran lightly down Rylee’s arms when she came in close, then settled on her hips as their lips met. Carson closed his eyes, feeling blood flow back into his cock as it pressed against Rylee’s skin. They were both a bit chilly, but it still felt good. “What do you want next, birthday girl?” he murmured against her lips, quirking a tiny smile. “I’m here to please you.”
It felt a bit strange instructing Carson to do anything for her, even sexual. It wasn't necessarily bad, but something she oddly felt guilty about. Rylee supposed it had more to do with everything he had been dealing with lately that some part of her felt like she should pamper him despite the fact that it was her birthday. She spread her hands against his skin, letting them wander a bit just to touch him. She would never, ever get tired of his body. Rylee nipped at his lower lip, one hand sliding around to his abdomen, her hand splayed against him before her fingers dipped down to stroke his cock softly. "I want your mouth on me," she whispered against his lips. "I want you to drive me crazy until I can't take it anymore."
Just like Rylee would never get tired of his body, Carson would never get tired of feeling her touch him. It made all of his skin feel alive and tingly, and he lived for the times she touched him absolutely freely. Her words sent a happy throb through Carson’s cock, and it flexed against her hand as he inhaled sharply. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” he breathed back, the corners of his mouth quirking upward a bit. Carson’s hands slid around to briefly squeeze Rylee’s ass, then came back to her hips to turn them and start backing her up toward the edge of the bed. He felt like getting any part of him between her legs was already pampering him too, so he didn’t need anything more. Carson just wanted to please her. He paused once the bed stopped their progress to kiss Rylee deeply again, then nudged her to lie down.
Rylee moved back, her lips still tingling with his kiss. She sat down and then scooted back to give him room. Her heart was beating fast, her body alive and seeming to thrum with anticipation. Drawing one knee up slightly Rylee had to resist grabbing him and just pulling him down on top of her. They had all night, but her arousal was beginning to direct every desire and movement. Really, she felt like she would have been more than okay to just lay there and stare at him. He was so gorgeous it made her heart hurt. Rylee brushed her hand down her belly until it dipped briefly between her legs to touch herself, drawing a soft sigh to her lips.
Carson crawled onto the mattress after Rylee, stopping long enough to detach his prosthetic again and nudge it down onto the floor. He watched her hand slip down between her legs and groaned softly in the back of her throat, just looking for a few heartbeats. She was unspeakably sexy, and part of Carson wanted to just shove his cock into her, but more of him wanted to be patient and make this an incredible night for her. Rylee had wanted his mouth on her, so that was what Carson gave her. He started at her chest, kissing his way down to one breast to pull a nipple in his mouth, sucking and toying with first one and then the other while Rylee teased herself. Before too long he was kissing his way further and further down, until he settled against the bed between Rylee’s legs. She smelled like sex in the best way, and he gave a muffled groan as he ran his tongue against the folds of her pussy.
Rylee reveled in the way Carson touched her body, the way he kissed her skin all the way down to her thighs. He left a trail of desire and Rylee's eyes closed as she arched against him, lost in the sensations of his lips and tongue. She was determined to lay there and enjoy this, rather than just beg him to fuck her the way she wanted. She had a feeling that once they came together they would both explode fairly quickly, so Rylee just wanted to draw it out as long as she could. Her hand fell away from her clit when his mouth reached her and she shivered and moaned at that first lick of his tongue. Her hand slid into his hair instead, holding onto the strands gently. Licking her lips, Rylee groaned again and whispered his name as she drew her knees up a bit.
Tonight was all about indulgence, and while Carson was achingly hard and eager to get inside of Rylee, he wanted to draw this out and make sure she felt as good as possible. Besides, he loved eating her out, especially when she held his hair like that. Carson slipped into it mindlessly, exploring and stroking at her with his tongue in ways he knew she liked. All of the fantasies he’d ever had about her didn’t even come close to how good it actually was to know how to please her, what she sounded like when she really got going, how every inch of her felt. Carson sucked lightly at her clit, humming his enjoyment against her sensitive skin, his hips rocking absently against the mattress. The bit of friction from the sheets felt good and helped with his patience.
Carson knew exactly what he was doing, and how to do it. Rylee had never been shy about instructing her lovers because she enjoyed sex and she didn't have the patience to fake it for some guy's ego. But Carson seemed so in tune with her body already that sometimes it felt he was in her head. That wasn't a bad thing. She moved her hips a bit beneath him, her toes curling pleasantly as the pleasure built and spread throughout her body. Her fingers moved restlessly through his hair until her hand splayed against the back of his head, applying just a tiny bit of pressure. Rylee didn't want it to be uncomfortable for him, but god she wanted more.
Carson was far from uncomfortable. Being held in place or given nonverbal directions -- or any directions, honestly -- had always been more hot to him than awkward. He wanted to do what felt best to Rylee, and if she wanted more pressure, he would give it to her. Carson licked her harder, delving his tongue in deeper as he worked on her. She felt hot and swollen against his mouth, and the way her hips moved made his balls positive ache. It was best to get her off now, because he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to last long once he actually got inside of her. Carson shifted his hand in closer to push two fingers inside of Rylee while he sucked on her clit, happily lost in doing nothing but pleasuring her.
A sharper sound escaped her as the feel of Carson's fingers slipping inside of her body. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she lifted her hips slightly, pressing harder against his mouth. Rylee brought her free arm up over her head to clutch at the blankets. Rylee had already felt so good from being with him in the tub and his mouth felt incredible against her. Breathing heavily now, Rylee forced her eyes open so she could watch him. His head between her legs was such an erotic sight that only heightened the pleasure she was feeling. She shivered, releasing the blankets to cup her breast and play with her nipple. She was so close already and it was getting harder to control herself. "Please," she moaned, her heels pressing restlessly into the mattress. "Harder."
God she was sexy, more so than any other person Carson had dated, female or male. There was something different and appealing about men, of course, but Rylee blew them all out of the water. He never wanted to be with anyone else. Carson gave a wordless groan of pleasure-empathy and did as she asked, thrusting his fingers in harder and deeper as he firmly sucked and played with her clit. His heart picked up speed like he was the one ramping up to orgasm, and his cock flexed needily against the bed. He was going to leave a precum stain on these sheets, there was no doubt about that.
A strangled sound of pleasure rose in her throat, escaping her lips as a breathy cry as her hips jerked upward against his mouth. Rylee did her best not to tug at his hair, but her body was tense, everything seeming to tighten inside of her as she drew closer and closer to the peak. She never wanted it to end and she tried to imagine spending forever sprawled out on that bed with Carson's tongue and lips sucking at her clit. She would gladly die right then and there if meant going with his fingers thrusting deep inside of her. Moving her hips rhythmically now, Rylee held onto his hair, pinching her nipple hard to add to the sharp sensations starting to spiral out of control. "Fuck," she groaned, closing her eyes to focus solely on her pleasure at the moment. "Fuck... oh, fuck!" She knew it was coming, but the force of her second orgasm caused her back to arch as she pulsed around his fingers. Rylee thought it would be soft and languid, but it felt just as amazing and intense as the first in the bathtub. She could barely breathe as she lay there, her entire body trembling. She tried to murmur his name, but it came out as a sigh.
It was another earth-shattering orgasm, or at least it seemed so from Carson’s perspective. Which was jut fucking fantastic and made him feel like a sex god. He rode it out with her, his free hand gripping one of her asscheeks while he kept the other fingers firmly buried in Rylee’s pussy. The way her body gripped and throbbed around them was absolutely delicious, and if he’d been dry-humping something softer than hotel sheets, he might have come with her. It felt so fucking good to just let go of everything else in the world and think about nothing but making Rylee feel amazing. If only they could fuck constantly, his life would be exponentially better, he thought. Carson lingered between her thighs, giving Rylee’s clit soft little licks just to make her twitch, humming his appreciation as he ‘cleaned’ her up. Then he just couldn’t wait anymore, so he pushed himself up, wiped his mouth off on his arm, and crawled up her body so he could kiss her. It only took a couple of hip adjustments before his cock was sliding into her heat, and Carson let out a low, throaty groan.
His tongue made her twitch in a pleasurable way that also made her want to giggle, but before she could really come down from the high Carson was moving and she could feel him settle between her thighs again. Instinctively she lifted her legs, pressing her knees against his sides as he pushed into her. Moaning with him Rylee brought her hands up to cup his face, keeping his mouth on hers for the time being. He filled her completely, stretched to the point where she was sure she might just explode all over again. As badly as she wanted to make this last all night, there was an urgency inside of her, wanting to feel his muscles clench and move under her hands. She wanted to feel him lose control. She wanted to be sore in the morning. Rylee slipped her hands around to his back, gliding her short nails down his spine. "Yes," she murmured, pushing her hips up to draw him in deeper. She felt like she was still throbbing from her orgasm, and having his cock buried inside of her just made it feel that much better.
God, it was heaven. She felt superheated and soaking wet and the way her body stretched for him made his whole groin tingle. Not for the first time, Carson thought that their bodies had been made for each other, they fit together so well. Weight on his elbows, he was close enough to feel Rylee’s breasts press against his chest, and the way her hips moved under him was so good, he wanted to start pounding her immediately. But Carson had to pace himself, to give this whole thing the finish it deserved. “Fuck,” he breathed, unable to help himself. Carson rolled his hips against Rylee’s, pushing his cock in deep and just soaking in the sensation of being gripped so sweetly. He knew she liked him to stay inside of her after she’d come, and he hoped this felt just as good to Rylee as it did to him. Not only was he drowning in pleasure, Rylee’s hands on his face made him feel all kinds of emotional.
"Oh my god." She all but purred the words and kissed him again. It was hard to linger with how heavy they were breathing, but she adored the closeness and wanted more of it. It took everything in her power not to tighten her legs around his waist so he couldn't pull fully out of her. Rylee knew he needed to move and she was more than ready to move with him. She had no idea if she could get off again, but it didn't matter. She was floating still and it felt amazing and she just wanted Carson to get there with her. Rylee brought her hands down to grip his ass briefly before she ran them back up his back to his shoulders. Her eyelids were heavy but she kept her gaze on his face, too enthralled in watching the way the pleasure flickered across his features. "I love feeling you inside me," she murmured. "I just... god, I want you to fuck me so hard, but also I want you to stay where you are and never move." Rylee laughed a bit breathlessly at the different emotions she was feeling. "It just feels so fucking good."
He was a total whore for how Rylee touched him, the combination of squeezes and soft strokes that made his skin goosebump. And her words sent a needy throb through Carson’s cock. He’d always been a pretty soft lover, always aware of what his partners might want or need from him, eager to please. He’d rarely been told someone wanted him to fuck them so hard, and even more rarely felt like he could. So far his and Rylee’s sex life was often intense, but Carson still hadn’t completely let go of himself, always overly aware that he could hurt her by accident. Tonight though ... fuck, he was so worked up that he wanted to just shut his brain down completely and give her everything. “I wish I didn’t ever have to stop fucking you,” Carson agreed breathlessly, rocking into her as deep as he could. They still weren’t long thrusts, but they felt incredible anyway. “Do you ... want it hard, though?” If she did, he felt like he could absolutely give her that, but Carson wanted to hear her say it. Again.