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Carson had woken up that morning with so much energy and happiness. They knew Greta was coming today, confirming through texts that she would definitely be there. Carson had taken the day off, wanting to make sure the apartment was perfect for Greta’s arrival. They cleaned every surface, washed their linens and bought some fresh flowers. They showered and before they knew it, it was time to drive to the airport.
Carson parked, making their way inside, looking for the right baggage claim. Greta had told them to just wait outside, but Carson couldn’t do that. She needed to see her as quickly as possible. They quickly spotted the tall, redhead and the entire world disappeared around them. When they made eye contact, smiling at one another, Carson’s heart started beating out of their chest and they ran towards each other. Lips meeting in a heated kiss, hands grabbing her waist and their hair. When they pulled back, they just smiled at one another before hugging each other as tightly as possible.
“Carson,” Greta whispered, kissing Carson’s cheek.
“I missed you so much,” Carson replied.
“I missed you too.”
They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other as they waited for Greta’s bag. Carson grabbed it, Greta taking her hand as they exited. Carson kissed it, never feeling more proud of the girl on their arm. As they drove away, Carson mindlessly reached across to rub Greta’s leg, debating about what they should do. Greta was quick to suggest food, taking Carson’s hand, kissing and caressing it. She reached behind Carson’s head, rubbing their neck. Carson grinned from ear to ear.
Dinner wasn’t much better for them. They sat next to each other so they wouldn’t have to let go. Carson couldn’t go a second without feeling Greta in one way or another. The conversation started light, of course. Carson had been telling her all about Los Angeles and her job. Greta updated her on Rockford, the news station, Abby. As dinner continued, however, and they looked over the dessert menu, it became very apparent that they were ready for the check.
“See anything you want?” Carson asked, hand resting still on Greta’s thigh.
She didn’t seem to notice Greta was staring at her. “Yes.”
Carson was a bit disappointed. Not that Greta wanted dessert, just that she wasn’t ready to go.. “Oh, okay.”
Greta leaned into Carson’s ear. “You’re not on the menu though.”
Carson’s breath hitched and she looked at Greta. The way she was biting her lip as she played with Carson’s fingers. Carson’s eyes flickered to look at Greta’s chest, wondering what was taking the waiter so long to bring them their check. Greta dared to run her hand up Carson’s leg, stopping just inches from their center.
“Greta,” Carson warned.
Greta leaned forward, mere inches away from Carson. “What?”
“You’re being bratty again.”
Greta leaned in even closer, pushing Carson’s hair off their shoulder. She whispered in her ear again, “I told you, I know you like it when I’m bratty.”
Carson let out a long exhale, feeling Greta’s hand on the top of their thigh. “Where the fuck is this waiter?”
He eventually came, bidding them a lovely day. Greta politely said “Thank you! You too!” as Carson wasted no time pulling them towards their car. They had parked in a parking garage. Carson walked Greta to the passenger side and pinned her against the door. They met in a heated kiss, Greta moaning on contact as she wrapped her arms around Carson, pulling on their shirt.
“Take me home, Car,” she whispered. Carson smiled at how red and puffy their lips were as they pulled back. They opened the door for Greta before practically running to the other side.
Carson’s front door slammed open as Greta pushed them in. She dropped her purse, luggage forgotten in the car, to the ground as Carson shut the door, secured it and pushed her against it. Their lips barely separated as Carson grabbed her hips.
“So this is home,” Carson whispered between kisses.
“Yeah,” Greta moaned, lifting Carson’s shirt. Carson lifted their arms, allowing Greta to take it off. Greta quickly took hers off as well. She revealed a black, lace bra that left almost nothing to the imagination. Her nipples were hard through the flower-like pattern.
Carson’s mind short circuited, forgetting what it was like to see Greta like this. Yes, they had their Facetime calls, but now she could touch her. Feeling the warmth of skin. They quickly groped Greta’s chest as they moved, stumbling backwards. An animalistic feeling taking over them. “Living room, couch?”
“No,” Greta answered, kissing their neck.
“Kitchen there.”
“Uh huh.”
“Counter?” Carson asked as Greta slowly started to unbutton their pants.
“Maybe tomorrow.”
They stopped in the small hallway, Carson holding Greta against the wall. Greta lifted her leg, wrapping it around Carson. Carson held it up, grinding into her as best she could. She kissed down Greta’s chest. “I like this number,” Carson mumbled.
“You should see what’s in my pants then.”
“Yeah?” Carson turned Greta around so she was facing the wall. Greta gasped as she felt Carson’s arms snake around her torso, unbuckling her pants. She put her hands in Greta’s back pockets, pushing the fabric down her long legs. Greta had been wearing a thong that matched her bra and Carson was quick to fall to her knees, placing the lightest of kisses on Greta’s lower back and one to her cheek as she helped Greta step out of her jeans.
An urge came over Carson as she stared at Greta’s body. She debated only for a second before biting into one of Greta’s cheeks.
“Ah,” Greta shrieked. “Gentle, Carse.”
“Sorry. Did that hurt?”
“Are there teeth marks on my ass?”
Carson smiled and ran her fingers over the indented skin. “Yes.”
“Are you laughing? That really hurt!”
“No, not laughing.” She stood back up, her hands running up Greta’s thighs and her back. She kissed her shoulders. “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t know what came over me.” They slipped their hands under Greta’s bra as she groped her breasts, both of them moaning. Carson kissed her neck, Greta pushing her hips back into Carson.
“It’s okay. Fuck, I missed your hands. They’re so much better than my own,” Greta whispered, getting lost in Carson’s touch.
“I don’t know. I liked watching you play with your hands.”
Greta smiled, stepping back. Carson took her hand, leading her to their bed. Carson pulled back the covers before Greta climbed up on the mattress and leaned back on her elbows, marveling at Carson standing there in a sports bra and pants undone, boxer briefs poking out. They smiled at one another for a moment.
“You know these leave very little to the imagination,” Carson said, pulling Greta down so her legs were dangling off the bed. She wrapped them around Carson instead. Carson could see everything through the thin lace.
“Figured you’d like them.”
“I do like them, but I think I’d like them more if they were…,” Carson hovered over Greta’s mouth, grabbing the waistband. They slowly started to pull them down, Greta unhooking her legs so Carson could take them off. They threw them to the floor and watched as they fell. “Much better.”
Greta sat and quickly pushed Carson’s pants down. Carson reached around and unhooked Greta’s bra, tossing it into a chair. Once Carson’s pants were down, they climbed on top of Greta, laying her down with a soft kiss. She pulled back, pushing Greta’s hair from her face. Their hands found each other above Greta’s head and their fingers connected. They shared shy smiles, just taking each other in.
“Hi,” Carson said.
“Hi.”
“I missed you,” they whispered.
“I missed you so much, Carse.”
Carson let go of her hands, lightly rubbing their fingers down Greta’s side. Greta cupped Carson’s cheeks, bringing her in for more kisses. Carson used her legs to spread Greta’s as their body slowly started to settle against her.
“I forgot how soft your skin was.” Carson kissed her cheek, working her way down to her neck. Greta smirked, leaning into it.
“I forgot how soft you were in general,” Greta teased. Greta could feel Carson’s eye roll against her neck before feeling Carson’s fingers on her center. “Carson!” Greta exclaimed at the touch. Carson gritted her teeth to suppress her own moan.
“Was that too much? Was it not soft enough,” Carson whispered her in ear.
Greta moaned. “No, baby, it’s perfect.”
“So I’m not too soft?” Carson asked, making painfully slow circles.
“No, baby.”
Carson teased her folds, running their fingers up and down. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
“You’re so wet, baby.”
“I literally haven’t thought of anything else all day. When I put this lingerie on and everytime I went to the bathroom and saw it, I thought about your hands on my body. I thought about that look in your eyes. I thought about how good you were going to fuck me.”
“Fuck, Greta.”
“Yeah.”
“Can’t believe you wore that all day,” Carson smirked, looking up at her.
“Yeah, but it’s off now so fuck me, baby.”
Carson chuckled before taking Greta’s nipple into her mouth and filling her with two fingers. She felt Greta’s hands come up to her hair and Carson finally allowed herself to moan. She used her hips to further penetrate. Greta gasped, Carson’s mouth still hot against her chest.
“Carse, please.”
“Please what?” They asked, their teeth grazing over her nipple.
“I want your mouth, baby.”
“I thought you wanted my hands.”
“I want both.”
Carson slowly kissed down Greta’s torso. Small bites were placed along the way while Greta waited in anticipation. Carson knew how wet she was and wanted nothing more to give her what she wanted. They paused for a moment, but Greta was quick in response.
“Don’t you dare tease me right now, Carson Shaw!”
“Damn, so demanding.”
Greta rolled her eyes before making a filthy sound as Carson licked through her folds. Carson grinned, missing this, missing doing this with her. Their fingers never stopped penetrating Greta as her tongue focused on her center. Carson used her unoccupied hand to reach up and squeeze Greta’s breast.
“Damn, Shaw,” Greta moaned, grabbing their hair. She chanced a look between her legs, meeting Carson’s eyes. Their tongue was running rapidly and Greta had never seen that look of seduction in their eyes. Carson watched as Greta’s chest heaved, her mouth open. Carson curled their fingers inside of her and watched as Greta’s eye rolled back into her head. Greta laid back down, her hips starting to rut against Carson’s mouth.
“Fuck, Carson. Don’t stop, baby.” Greta gripped Carson’s hair.
Carson moaned as she sucked her core into her mouth. She loved every sound Greta made, the feeling of her hand in their hair. Carson was now using their free hand to keep Greta’s hips as still as possible, their tongue tiring a little bit. Carson replaced their mouth with their thumb.
“Are you gonna be my good girl, Greta?”
“Oh fuck.”
“Are you?”
“Yes, baby.”
Carson went back to her center, Greta’s hips almost flying off the bed. She moaned loudly, Carson’s fingers speeding up. Carson knew she was close as she watched Greta play with her nipple, her back arching off the bed. The way her moans started to even out as she gasped for breath. She brought her legs back, opening herself more for Carson, pulling on their hair when she came with Carson’s name spilling from her lips. It took her a long time to relax as Carson slowly worked her down.
Carson kissed her way up Greta’s body, her fingers still buried inside as Greta caught her breath. Greta’s body shivered with one last spasm as she met Carson in a passionate kiss, tasting herself. She moaned again before pulling away.
“I just need a minute.”
“Good?”
“Mhmm.” Greta’s eyes were still closed as she caught her breath, Carson peppering kisses around her cheek and neck. Carson slowly started to move her fingers again, feeling Carson’s tongue against her neck.
“Car?”
“Hm?”
“It’s your turn, baby. I just need a minute.”
“Yeah, but you’re still wet.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t rest while I fuck you.”
Carson leaned into her ear. “Practically dripping on my hand, baby.”
Greta moaned, but rolled on top of Carson, sitting on her fingers. She continuously moved her hips as she started to talk. “What can I say? You have really good hands.”
“Oh yeah?”
“But I want to feel how wet you are, so.” Greta took Carson’s fingers away, putting them into her mouth, still rubbing herself against Carson’s torso. Carson watched with hooded eyes, feeling Greta’s tongue cleaning around her fingers.
“Fuck.”
“You like that, baby?”
Carson nodded her head, sitting up. She wrapped an arm around Greta’s waist. She lightly kissed her chest before smiling at her. “I missed the sounds you make,” Carson sais, taking the fingers out of her mouth.
“You hear them on the phone all the time.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the same.”
“No?”
Carson shook her head. “No.”
“Well maybe I should see for myself.”
Carson smirked, laying back. “Yeah, maybe you should.”
Greta hooked her fingers in Carson’s underwear. “Hmm… should I?”
“Don’t be a brat, Greta.”
Greta slowly started to pull them down, Carson lifting their hips. “How many times do I have to tell you, you love it when I’m a brat.” Greta got on her knees, pulling the garment down slowly as possible, but she was eager. She had not forgotten their last time together and she was excited to add a new memory to it. Carson’s foot got caught, irritating Greta, not realizing how close she was to the edge of the bed. When she managed to get them off, she found herself falling to the floor with them, where she landed on her bottom.
Carson was quick to look over the edge of the bed, trying their hardest not to laugh. “Greta!”
“Ow.”
“What happened?”
“Your feet got caught.”
“And you fell?”
“Yes, Carson. I landed on my ass and it hurts!”
Carson bit her lip, but couldn’t suppress her giggles any further as she held out her hand.
“I’m glad you’re laughing at my pain.”
“Perhaps it's your karma for laughing at me when I fell out of your bed.” Greta smacked her hand, continuing to sit on the floor. Carson got off the bed and helped Greta stand up. “How bad did it hurt?”
“It still hurts.”
“Do I need to kiss it and make it feel better?”
“No. I fell on the same side where you bit me. If I let you near it again, who knows what will happen.”
Carson was trying so hard not to laugh. “I’m sorry!”
Greta smirked, but rolled her eyes. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this.”
“I’m not, baby. Come on. Back to bed, I’m not done with you yet.”
“And I haven’t even started with you,” Greta answered, pushing Carson on the bed. Carson scooted up to make more room for the tall red head who was crawling on top of them. Greta continued where she had left off, rubbing herself against Carson. “Still wet?” They asked.
“Very.”
“Are you?”
“Why don’t you fuck me and find out?”
Greta bit her lip. “Carson Shaw.” Her fingers slid down her girlfriend’s stomach, trailing her own wetness down with it, touching Carson’s center.
“Greta,” Carson sighed.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s wet.”
“I think about you all the time, baby.”
“What do you think about?” Greta nipped her ear before kissing right below. She could feel Carson grinding into her, trying to create more friction from Greta’s light touch.
“How good your fingers feel inside of me, how they perfectly know how I liked to be fucked, how wet you make me by the slightest touch or sounds, what you look like when come undone, when you beg me to touch you-”
Greta slipped her fingers into Carson, causing her to gasp. She didn’t let Carson suffer anymore, silencing them by kissing them. Their tongues danced together as Carson moaned into her mouth. Carson’s hand wrapped around Greta’s waist, holding her tightly. Greta loved that even though this was Carson’s time to be pleased, they would hold onto her and she felt safe. She felt home.
Carson pulled away from Greta’s mouth to let out a guttural, raspy sound that Greta worshipped. She resituated herself, taking Carson’s nipple into her mouth, while her fingers went back to Carson’s center.
“Greta… oh…fuck me.”
“I am, baby.”
Carson was a mess, reeling in the sensation that was Greta Gill. The way her tongue worked so meticulously to pleasure her chest, while her fingers never lost their rhythm. Carson flexed her thigh after feeling Greta rutting her hips. She loved the feel of it, adding to her own pleasure.
“I’m so close,” they moaned. “So close, baby.”
Greta smiled, watching Carson coming undone. She hadn’t seen it in so long. That look of pleasure and concentration as Carson started to feel their lower abdomen tighten. They could feel Greta’s eyes on them and it only added to their pleasure.
Greta couldn’t control herself as she whispered “I love you, Carson.”
And that was all it took for Carson to come, their body stilling with a moan. They laid there for a minute, Greta enjoying the twitches against her fingers. She kissed Carson long and hard, curling into them, Carson’s leg still strong between her legs.
“I love you too,” Carson said back, smiling.
“I’ve missed this.”
“Me too, baby.” Greta traced her fingers over Carson’s nipples. “I don’t think I can move,” they commented, now rubbing her hand against Greta’s back.
“No?” Greta sat up, placing herself against Carson’s thigh again. “So I’ll just have to get myself off again?” Carson groaned, grabbing her hips and guiding them up and down her leg.
“Never, baby.” Greta moaned while Carson watched her. The way her eyes closed as she moaned before biting her lip. “No, I can’t let you come like this.” Carson inserted her fingers back into Greta, as she moaned loudly.
“Yes, baby! Yes!”
Greta spread her legs, practically laying on Carson as she got herself off on Carson’s fingers. Carson smiled. She used her free hand, sliding it down to grab her bottom before spanking it.
“Are you kidding me,” Greta said, breathless. “That hurt! Stop hurting my butt.”
“I’m so sorry! Is that the same side?”
“Yes, Carson!”
“Sorry. Sorry. It just felt like a good moment.”
“It was hot but it’s already in pain! I think there’s a bruise from falling.”
They had stopped now. “Turn around, let me see,” Carson said.
Greta did as she was told, straddling Carson’s torso. Carson but her lip, gliding her fingers across the skin. “It’s dark in here, I need you to scoot closer.” Greta backed up a few more inches. “Little more, baby.” Greta was now almost hovering above Carson’s face without realizing.
“Is there something?”
Carson did look, seeing a dark spot forming. “It’s little,” Carson answered before pulling her hips closer and licking through her folds.
“Carson! Oh fuck, baby.” Carson entered her with her tongue, moaning at what she loved the most. Greta smiled. “Sneaky.”
Carson just laughed as she continued to alternate between sucking and licking Greta’s core. She would never get enough of what was purely Greta, feeling her wetness trickle on her chin. She felt Greta’s hands on her thighs.
“Spread your legs, Carson.”
“I won’t be able to concentrate.”
“Come on, Baby.”
Carson did as she was told, quickly feeling Greta’s tongue against her center. “Oh fuck.” Their eyes rolled to the back of their head, they’re legs spreading further. They tried their hardest to go back to tending Greta’s needs, but we’re constantly distracted by every flick of her tongue. Greta got the hint pretty quickly. She got up much to Carson’s protests, to lay between their legs.
“Baby,” Carson whined.
“You already had dessert, it’s my turn.”
Greta ran her hands down Carson’s inner thighs, spreading them wider. She licked her lips, already having the taste of Carson on her tongue. She smiled before making a broad lick through her folds. Carson’s hips canted upward, her hands finding Greta’s hair. Greta wrapped her arms around Carson’s thighs to keep them open and held Carson’s hips down.
Greta went back to focusing on Carson’s center. Carson pulled her hair causing Greta to moan. A moan Carson felt in her whole body, their toes starting to curl at the sensation. “Greta… I’m… I’m going to… uh… fuck.” Greta smiled, pleased with herself, slowly working Carson down, allowing herself to tease them a little bit.
Greta waited until Carson’s hands let go of her hair before crawling up and laying next to Carson. Carson turned to look at her.
“That’s the face that I love,” she commented, brushing Carson’s hair away from her glistening skin.
Carson smiled. They leaned forward, placing delicate kisses against Greta’s lips. She slowly shifted to lay on her stomach as well before sitting up and rubbing down Greta’s back.
“Do not touch-“
Carson laughed. “I’m not going to hurt your butt and in all seriousness, there is a bruise but I can’t tell if it’s from the fall… or my bite.”
“Carson!”
Carson continued to laugh. Greta tried to move, but Carson stopped her. “Lay like that.”
“Why, baby?”
“You’re so beautiful, I want to worship you from all angles.”
Carson slipped her hand between Greta’s legs, reinserting her fingers. Greta moaned, pushing up to rest her weight on her forearms. Carson watched as she spread her legs wide, Greta receiving friction from the sheets below. She moaned, pushing her body into Carson’s hand. They welcomed it, leaning over her.
“You feel so good, Greta. So wet. I’ve missed this. I missed feeling how wet you get, the sounds you make, the way you feel against my fingers.”
“Carson,” Greta reached behind her, looking for Carson.
Carson pulled her up so their bodies were pressed together as she pulled her fingers out to focus back on Greta’s core. Her free hand holding onto Greta’s breast. Greta’s hand joined Carson’s on her chest as she looked at Carson. They met in a heated, awkward kiss over Greta’s shoulder. Her breaths were coming in short as she panted and moaned into Carson’s mouth. She leaned back, knowing Carson had her, now kissing all along her neck and her ears. The hand that was on her breast, moved up her body to lightly constrict around her neck.
Greta rested her head back against Carson’s shoulder, letting Carson take complete control as her hips rutted against Carson’s fingers. “You’re a good girl, right?”
“Oh g-d, Carson.”
“Are you?”
“Yes, baby. Yes, I’m a good girl.”
“And what do good girls do?”
“Fuck.”
“Yes, but what else?”
“They,” Greta bit her lip, gasping, “they…,” Greta moaned, Carson’s arm around her waist as she fell forward, her lover’s name on her lips as she came. Carson held her, leaning against her. They both caught their breath, warm and sweaty. Carson let go first and Greta laid on the bed, stretching out her legs around Carson.
“Mmm,” she hummed, laying on her stomach. “I don’t know why I ever doubted your abilities.”
“You were too bothered by the lists.”
“That I still don’t check.”
Carson rolled her eyes. She moved, laying next to her. She took Greta’s hand until Greta looked at her. “Greta Gill, you check every box, even the ones I didn’t think existed.”
Greta smiled. “You sure?”
Carson turned to her side. She brushed her fingers over Greta’s back, who was still on her stomach. “I’ve never been more sure about anything or anyone in my life.”
Greta felt tears in eyes, but Carson was quick to wipe them away. “Did you know love could feel like this?”
“I mean I know I gave you some great orgasms-”
“Stop, Carse. I’m serious.”
“No, love, I didn’t know and I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
“Not even me being in LA?”
Carson tucked some hair behind her ear. “You’ll move when you’re ready to move, but for right now, for the next two weeks, you’re here with me and that’s all I want.”
“Me too.”
Greta puckered her lips and Carson met her in a gentle kiss. “It’s late, baby and I’ve got to work tomorrow.”
Carson sat up to pull the comforter over them. Greta snuggled into her side, Carson wrapping her arm around her. Greta situated, resting her leg between both of Carson’s and curling into them as much as possible. Carson’s nose nestled against Greta’s forehead before placing a light kiss there.
“I love you, Carson.”
“I love you so much.”
They both started to settle into one another. Greta’s hand against Carson’s chest, listening to her heartbeat. Their breathing started to even out when Greta felt one last pop to her bottom before Carson immediately started to laugh.
“Carson Shaw!”