Withdrawing my finger, I grab her jeans and tug them down, tossing them on the floor beside the bed. Her pink panties are tossed next. I run my hands down the outside of her thighs as I spread her legs, planting myself between them. I steal one last look to see her up on her elbows, breathing hard, her lips slightly swollen from my kisses. God, she’s beautiful. With that last glimpse, I lower my face between her perfect thighs. My tongue darts between her folds, at first just doing what I said—tasting her. Her entrance is so wet and warm; I want to bury my face between her legs and not come up until she’s yanking on my hair, begging me to stop because she can’t take anymore.
Her voice above me is breathy and hitched as she cries out my name. I pull my face back to watch her pussy as I push a finger inside her. “Jesus, Carly. You’re so wet for me.”
“I want you, Vince,” she says, pushing her hips against my hand. “More, please.”
“You want my mouth?”
Her hair bounces as she nods vigorously. “Your mouth, your hand, your cock. Anything. Please. I need you.”
I keep exploring her pussy with my fingers, but I let my tongue find her clit so I can draw more of those desperate little gasps out of her. With each relentless flick of my tongue Carly’s hips move more desperately, her needy cries breaking as she clutches the sheets. Then her cries change and her legs start to shake. I focus each stroke of my tongue accordingly until she cries out with her release. God, she sounds sexy when she comes. I don’t want to stop tasting her, but as she comes down, she threads her fingers through my hair and tugs so I finally pull back.
She’s all sexy and sated as I come back up to lie beside her. She leans in and kisses me for a few seconds, then her hand drifts down my body and she starts rubbing my cock. “My turn,” she tells me.
I shake my head, though it’s hard as hell to move her hand away from the good work it just started doing. “I just want to hold you,” I tell her.
Nuzzling into me, she wraps her arms around me so she can pull her body close. “You sure?” she asks.
I murmur, “Mmhmm,” and tuck her head under my chin. Her damn pony tail is so high, it brushes my chin, but I can’t help smiling. Then the scent of coconut assaults my nostrils and my smile slips.
I can’t put a finger on exactly what I’m feeling, but it’s uncomfortable. I like the pictures Carly paints of what the future could be like; I appreciate the way she views life and all the awful shit people go through. It’s undoubtedly healthier, but I’m not used to healthy. I’ve literally never encountered it before. The scent of coconuts anchors itself like a hook in my heart, reminding me of the last time I let myself feel any of this. I don’t feel any of this for anyone but Mia. Every girl I’ve been with since her, I’ve gone through the motions, waiting to feel something, but I never did.
Right now, with Carly snuggled up against my chest, I feel something.
But I don’t know if I can do this again. Pain is an old friend. Bitterness is familiar.
Whatever this is, I don’t have the first clue what to do with it.
All I know is that eventually I’m going to fuck it up, and the longer it takes to fall apart, the more it’s going to hurt.
Chapter Nine
Vince
When I wake up again, Carly is tracing shapes on my bare chest. I’m not sure what time it was the first time she came in or how long we napped—or I napped; I’m not sure if she actually slept or not. I tug her closer with one arm and reach the other one over my head to stretch out.
Carly’s warm smile greets me when I look back down at her. “Morning, sleepyhead,” she says, leaning in and brushing her lips against mine.
“Morning,” I murmur back, my voice still a touch gravelly from sleep.
“Ooh, you have sexy morning voice,” she tells me, running a finger down my chest.
I don’t know how long ago she got up, but she already looks like she’s ready for a damn photo shoot. “What was your idea?”
“Hm?”
“When you came in earlier, you said you had an idea. We got a little distracted.”
Flashing me a naughty grin, she says, “Maybe a little.”
I’m still not entirely sure how I feel about what just happened—or more specifically, how it’s going to complicate my life—so I ignore that and nod for her to continue.
“Well, I don’t know if I want to bring it up now,” she states. “I was going to preface it by saying not to get weird, but now I’m pretty sure you will.”