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“I know what to do, I just… It’s you. I don’t know how to do it with you.”
“Do you know what you want though?”
She nodded.
“Use your words, Carly.”
Carly smiled at her man. Her man. She caressed his cheek slowly sliding into an embrace around his neck. She whispered into him, “I want you.”
He closed his eyes, breathing her in. How many times has he thought about her saying those words to him? Meaning those words?
All he could do was nod.
Carly continued to talk to him from her spot on his shoulder. For some reason, it was easier to say everything she’d been wanting to say to him when she didn’t have to look him in the eye, when she had his hands on her waist. “I want to touch your chest.”
Without words, Freddie gently took her hand and placed it over his heart.
Gently, he asked, “What else?”
“I want my face in your hands.”
She lifted her head to see his grin. He placed his hands right where her face met her neck. They looked at each other for a moment before he lightly squished her cheeks.
“You’re so cute. What else?”
She bit her lip smiling and tugged at the edge of his form-fitting t-shirt which earned her a touch of his forehead on hers, “Words, Carly. Please. I need to hear you say it. I just…” He needed to hear her say it. All the years he’d told her he’d loved her through his actions. All the years he’d thought that her actions meant the same. He needed to know what everything meant to her, he didn’t want to guess anymore.
“I want you to take off your shirt.”
He gave her a swift peck on the cheek.
“Okay I’ll do it but I’m just going to let you know right now I’m pretty shy so like, don’t say anything. Good or bad.”
He grabbed it by the collar area pulling it up and off.
“Your turn?” He requested.
She nodded about to go unbutton her sweater but once she had given that gesture of confirmation, his hands took over for her and gently unhooked them agonizingly and noticeably one at a time.
Freddie blushed, “You look…”
“Hey, no. If I can’t tell you you look hot, you can’t tell me.”
He scrunched his face in amusement, “Well, you kinda just did…”
Carly rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the wrist leading him to the bed, just like she used to do when they were young.
She sat him down and instinctively straddled him. Immediately blood rushed to her cheeks and she asked, “Uh, is this too much?”
Freddie had his hands on her waist and for someone so comfortable around her, he had grown flustered, clambering to seem completely sexy and chill about everything, “It’s a’ight, girl.” he spouted and as the words fell out of his mouth, his head hung in defeat. “Pretend I didn’t say anything.”
“Aww… absolutely not.”
She ducked down to kiss him. And kiss him and kiss him and kiss him. And at first, there were smiles and giggles but after a while the heat of their skin grew from rubbing against each other. It became intoxicating. Annoyingly addictive. Carly shifted her weight a bit at some point eliciting a grunt from the man beneath her and immediately she stopped in amazement.
“Did you just—?”
“No...”
“Yes you did!”
“Shut up!”
She laughed and despite Freddie’s embarrassment, kissed the laughter off her throat. “You are… so lucky… I like you…” The sentence cut up for intermissions of affection.
“You like me?” She closed her eyes basking in the warmth of his touch, “I had no idea.”
“Yeah, that’s my bad. I’m pretty well-known for being cryptic and mysterious about my feelings.”
She lightly slapped his chest in a playful spirit but before her hand could completely retreat, he had grabbed it with force, pulling her into him as he fell back on the mattress with her on top. His hands were at the sides of her face and her lipstick, little by little, left a stain on every inch of his.
He was biting his lip, holding himself back from grunting again and when she noticed it her lips were on his like knocking on a door. “Make the sound again.” She said.
“Hm?” his brows were furrowed.
“From before. I liked it. Do it again.”
He chuckled, “Okay.”
“Okay.”
He swept away the locks that fell in front of her face, “Anything else?”
Her expression suddenly turned nervous and uncertain, away from the sweet smile she just had on. Before Freddie could question it, she slowly started to grind on him. He reactively covered his mouth with his fist to keep his moans from escaping before promptly removing it to please her. Hearing the ungodly sounds he made, Carly couldn’t keep herself from doing the same with hers directed towards his chest.
“Carly, you’re killing me. You’re killing me and I’m dying. My soul is leaving my body as I speak.”
She grumbled into his neck, placing her hand on his chest for balance, “Then don’t speak.”
Freddie groaned louder at those words. He spun them around so that now, she was the one laying on the bed while his body hovered above her. He scrambled to unzip his pants as Carly followed suit with her own. Freddie’s were off quickly but Carly was having a more awkward go of it, having to lift her hips and all. Without any hesitation, he swiftly pulled them off of her, her body getting tugged along by the motion. She laughed at the neediness it radiated but damn, if it wasn’t just so hot.
“Okay, Mr. Macho Man. Rein in that strength a little bit.”
He smirked, “Now, now, Ms. Shay, don’t go around saying things you don’t mean.”
Carly had no comeback for that one. Every moment that passed and her once strictly platonic friend just got sexier and sexier the deeper into each other they got. She loved it when he was shy but this side of him? The one where he’s just the right amount of cocky? She could get used to this, she thought.
But as quickly as she indulged the idea of getting familiar with her body pressed against his, he had surprised her again, kissing his way down her chest, then torso, then thighs.
“Does this feel good, baby?”
Her brain shut down for a second causing her head to fall back, giving into gravity. Where to begin? The sweet sensitive kisses on the inside of her legs? The sound of his lust-filled voice calling her ‘baby’ for the first time? Or the question in itself, him taking a moment to ask her if she felt good?
“I…” All she could do was shiver.
Freddie grinned at her reaction, “What’s the matter? Am I doing a bad job?” His fingers grazed over her underwear above her clit, forcing her to let out a noise she could only describe as feral.
And that, that stopped him in his tracks. It flicked on a switch in his head that got him shifting from first gear to second. He hungrily kissed her mouth as if to drink up the sounds she was making all the while needily touching her in between her legs, teasing and grazing and pinching.
Her hands were grasping onto his hair which caused him to groan into her mouth and suddenly there was no room for hesitation. He pleaded—“Harder.”—against her lips and immediately her nails were digging into his scalp and gripping at his roots.
“I want… I wa—”
“What do you want, baby?”
She shook her head, “I need you.”
He nodded furiously, gave her one last desperate kiss before then turning away into her nightstand, “Where—?”
“In the… thingy.” She said, her mind a bit spacey from the whole thing but especially that kiss.
“That clears it up, thank you.” He replied, rummaging through the random trinkets and rubbish. She ran her hands over her face, sat up then reached over him to get it. She smiled, their faces mere inches apart with her holding up a condom in between them, “The thingy,” She repeated innocently while his gaze was transfixed on the proximity of her mouth.
He lifted her then and placed her on top of him once again. Where she belongs, he thought. “You know, I don’t think you heard me before. You. Are. So. Cute.”
He took the tiny packet from her grip and ripped it clean open. After putting it on, he pressed his forehead against hers then rubbed his tip all around her slit. She groaned. He growled. “Ready?” Her eyes were shut and she was nodding her head. He moved her panties off to the side so he could enter her. She lightly bit his shoulder as he slid inside and she thought… nothing. She could think of nothing. All her senses were too busy. She saw nothing but Freddie, she heard nothing but Freddie, she lost the words to describe sweet, spicy, salty—it was all Freddie, Freddie…
“Freddie…” She let slip.
He groaned again, he couldn’t seem to stop groaning. Everything she did made his throat call out for something in a code only she could understand. He wouldn’t mind losing the knowledge to speak anything else if it could mean only understanding the noises that erupted from her.
“Pull my hair again.” And she did.
“Call me ‘baby’ again.” And he did.
Don’t stop, both of them telepathically pleaded.
And they didn’t.
“Baby, I’m close.” he exhaled.
“Wait.” She replied. Her body rocked back and forth with her hand clasped on his hair both for his pleasure and for her balance. She was getting close to getting close, she just needed something, she needed—
Freddie unabashedly moaning sweet nothings in her ear as he placed his thumb over her clit. All at once she lost her mind, her body momentarily tensing having reached the peak of her pleasure causing the man beneath her to immediately let go and follow suit.
They fall back on the bed beside each other, trying to regain the breath the other took from them.
“That was…” Freddie started but couldn't finish, not knowing what words could properly describe the sensations he just felt.
Carly purred and wrapped herself around him. She nodded against his forearm, feeling no need to say anything.
After a few moments of nothing but heavy breathing, she got a notification on her phone causing her to check the clock.
“Ooh, dinnertime,” she cooed, putting on his t-shirt, “Wanna get pizza?”
But Freddie wasn't quite out of a daze just yet, “Pizza? Pizza? How could you think of pizza at a time like this?” He grabbed her by the waist pulling her back into him, nuzzling into her shoulder.
“Well, me want pizza,” she giggled.
“Well, me want you,” he teased, “Again and again and again and again.”