Here I am, standing in front of Carlie, and oddly enough, it’s like I’m truly seeing her for the first time. Her fiery red hair seems to glow in the soft light streaming through the window and each strand tells a story of the wild, passionate woman I’ve come to know.
Everything about her is breathtaking.
But today, there’s something different in her eyes—a depth, or maybe a raw honesty that makes my heart race and my body react instantly.
There’s a bit of that wild woman from Nocté shining through but it’s mixed with the soft vulnerability I’ve come to know and love—and that’s uniquely Carlie.
“I don’t know what it is about you. I’ve never felt like this before,” I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. The words feel heavy yet liberating, carrying all the unspoken emotions I’ve been holding back for a while now.
Carlie steps closer, her eyes finding mine. “Me too, Adam. It’s like all the masks are gone—all the games put to rest. I can’t believe we’re here, to be honest.”
“Me either,” I admit, standing on the threshold of Carlie’s bedroom, my heart pounding like it’s trying to break free.
A sly grin plays on her lips—it’s the same dimpled grin that hooked me the first time I saw her—but tonight, there’s a spark in her eyes that tells me this is going to be different.
“So, Mr. Mystery,” Carlie teases, her voice a playful melody, “any thoughts on what we should do next?”
Her words are like a siren’s call, and I can’t help but move towards her. There’s an electricity in the air, a current that seems to pull me in her direction.
Carlie is a force of nature, and right now, she’s got me completely under her spell.
“I was thinking,” I start, trying to match her wit, “but I got distracted by a certain redhead, wondering what she has in mind.”
Carlie laughs, and the sound is like music. She steps closer, her hand reaching out to trace a line down my arm.
“Oh, I have a few ideas,” she says, her voice dropping to a whisper that sends shivers down my spine.
This is new territory for us.
Carlie has always been playful, always been the one to crack a joke or lighten the mood. But today, there’s an intensity to her playfulness, a determination that’s both exhilarating and a little intimidating.
That night at Nocté, I had no reference, nothing to compare her to.
But now …
She leans in, her breath warm against my ear. “Tonight, Adam, I want to show you just how much fun we can have when we’re both on the same page.”
And just like that, she’s leading me to the bed, her movements confident and fluid.
I wonder if she even realizes it.
Every movement this woman makes sends my pulse racing as much as it sends blood to other extremities. My cock strains against my zipper and all I can think about is …
How did I get this lucky?
After everything that happened with Jillian, I never thought I’d find this kind of intimacy—this kind of love. I thought I’d go to Nocté for a night of release, maybe a bit of intrigue, and that would be that.
Never in a million years did I anticipate falling …
Carlie stops moving at the edge of her bed, her eyes holding mine for a moment before she stands on her tiptoes to press her lips to mine.
I sigh into her kiss, settling into the energy of this beautiful redhead and the amazing woman she is.
She runs her hands down the front of my chest, causing shivers to break out across my entire body. I don’t know how her touch—even something as benign as that—can make me want her so badly.
All too quickly, she pulls away and the absence of her lips feels like a blow.
“Why are you—?” I begin, opening my eyes.
When they land on her, she’s unbuttoning my shirt. Her hands tremble, but the look of determination on her face tells me she’s fighting any sense of nerves.
She makes quick work of things and before I know it, my shirt is sliding to the floor. Then, her hands go to my belt, as she undoes it with slow, deliberate movements.
I hold my breath, feeling the brush of her fingertips against my skin and my brain reminds me of the other times she’s touched me like this. Suddenly, I want more than anything to get out of these jeans.
However, when her fingers reach my button, I grab hold of her hands.
She glances up, surprised. “Do you not—?”
I chuckle softly. “Of course, I do. But I just want to be even.”
She inhales sharply but nods. “Okay.”
I bend in, placing my hands on the sides of her face so I can guide her mouth to mine. I need to feel how much she wants this.
She’s tentative at first, but as I flick my tongue against her bottom lip, she parts for me with a groan. I sweep my tongue inside, tangling it with hers in a dance that feels both familiar and foreign.
The backs of her fingers press against my abs as she clings to the edge of my jeans like they’re a lifeline. I take the opportunity to slide my hands under the hem of her shirt and tug it up her torso.
This time, there’s no request for me to close my eyes and thank god for that—because I have to see it again. I have to know it’s real.
She’s real.
As her shirt drops to the floor, I brush her hair back from her shoulder and inhale a quick breath because fuck.
She’s so beautiful.
From the freckles that scatter across her creamy skin to her voluptuous breasts that almost spill over her lacy black bra—there is nothing about her that doesn’t turn me on.
I feel her fingers tighten around my waistband as I press a kiss to her birthmark, then flick my tongue across it as I work my way from that place to the crook of her neck and up to her earlobe.
She bends her head backward and her eyes close as I kiss the edge of her jawline and find myself again at her gorgeous lips. Her breaths rise and fall quickly, making her chest heave and drawing my attention to her cleavage.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I say, unable to hold that thought back.
I smooth my hands over the edges of her breasts, needing to memorize the curves with my palms.
Suddenly, her fingers are undoing my jeans as I reach around to help her out of her bra. By the time it hits the floor, she’s tugging me free from my constraints. Her hands wrap around the base of my cock and my eyes just about roll to the back of my head.
“Fuck,” I mutter, as I thrust my hands through my hair and try to stay calm. “I forgot how adept those hands of yours are.”
She’d worked me in a very similar way the night at Nocté. I have no idea how many times she had me close to coming that night because I lost count. Totally on edge.
Carlie practically purrs with elation as she drops to her knees before me—a goddess on her knees. “My hands are good, but my tongue is even better.”
“Christ,” I mutter, my eyes closing as my hands weave their way through her hair. I wrap my fist around it, pulling it into a messy ponytail, so I can get a good look at her in action.
She tugs my jeans and underwear to the floor and her fingertips trace the tattoo just above my cock.
For the first time, I realize that my tattoo must be for her what her birthmark has been for me. In a movement so quick, she presses a kiss against the tattoo. Then, her tongue flicks at it before moving on to the base of my erection.
It pulses involuntarily when her warm breath and the heat of her mouth presses against the tip. She wraps her hands around me, holding me firm as she pumps slowly.
Shit, it takes all of my control not to thrust into her as she flicks her tongue over the sensitive skin. The moisture pooling at the tip clings to her lips as she spreads them open and swallows me whole.
A sound between a growl and a moan escapes through my lips and I hold on tighter to Carlie’s hair as she bobs up and down, humming softly as she does so.
The pressure starts to build at the base of my spine and I pull away, knowing she’ll get me to come way before I’m ready to concede to that.
“Whoa,” I breathe, trying to catch my bearings. “Time to switch.”
A smirk plays at her lips and she says, “Afraid I’ll get you to come with just my mouth?”
“There’s no fear—only knowing. Now, get those damn yoga pants off,” I demand, picking her up and tossing her to the bed.
She lets out a squeak in surprise but thankfully begins peeling them off of her legs as I kick my jeans off completely.
When we’re both fully naked, I prowl forward, forcing her back until her head rests on the pillows. Then, I spread her legs before me like the feast I plan on indulging in.
Now it’s her turn to let out a whimper as I press the pad of my middle finger to her clit and circle it slowly. She wiggles, cursing under her breath.
Without stopping the circular motion, I flick my tongue across her slit and she bucks outright. So, I reach out, pressing the palm of my free hand to her pelvis, locking her to the bed. Then, I sweep my tongue inside her, letting her juices flow over my tongue.
She tastes so good.
“Oh my god,” she cries out, her words as breathless as I feel.
My dick throbs and I grind my hips into the bed, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
She is so fucking wet.
And it’s so fucking hot.
I thrust a finger inside her, pumping it in and out as I lap and suck at her clit, trying to get her to squirm again. She works her hips up and down and I plunge another finger in, only to be rewarded by a gush of fluid that soaks my hand and fills my senses.
“What the hell?” she gasps, trying to bend upright. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
“So goddamn sexy,” I say, needing to be inside her now. I gotta know how it feels.
Getting up on my hands and knees, I run my palms down the insides of her thighs amazed that this incredibly sexy woman is mine.
Mine.
Without the ability to maintain control, I thrust inside her feeling her juices slick and warm against me as I’m fully enveloped in her. She grips me hard, tightening around my cock but so slippery it takes everything in me not to get too excited.
“You know what I’d like to do to you,” I say, trying to take my mind off of the way she feels pulsing around me.
“W-what?” she asks between shaky breaths.
“I want to see if I can get you to squirt like that every time,” I say, thrusting in and out. My left hand palms her breast and I roll my hips, trying to get her to whimper again.
Her body quakes under mine and she moans loudly as I pinch her nipple. “Oh, fuck. I bet you could ... Keep doing that and I might again. Oh, shit—”
As if on cue, warmth surrounds me and the bed is soaked—I’m soaked. She’s soaked.
“Fuck,” I moan, reveling in the feeling of it. “So hot.”
I love that I can do that to her. That I can turn her on that much.
I tip my hips, trying to hit her G-spot with my swollen head.
She arches her back and her breasts lift, needing my attention. I drop my mouth to one of her nipples, pulling it into my mouth and sucking on it.
Her gasp rings in my ears as I smile against her skin and suck again—harder this time. She gropes at my shoulders, her fingertips pressing into my skin as I continue moving in and out of her.
Sex has never felt like this.
It’s never been an adventure—an exploration like this.
I can’t imagine ever being with anyone else—not after this.
Not after her.
“Oh, god, yes,” Carlie cries out as I tip again. “Like that—”
I do as she requests, rubbing myself against her as she seizes beneath me. Her body convulses and I can feel her orgasm as it rips through her. She clenches around me and I’m suddenly there, too. Falling right over that edge.
My balls tighten and a jolt of energy rushes up my spine—escaping through me as I spill everything that I am inside her.
Little electric shocks pulse through my shaft, as every ounce of me stays seated inside her. I can’t move—can’t even think of moving right now.
Her fingers grope at my back and it takes all that I am not to collapse from the bliss overload.
“Holy shit. That was …” Carlie mutters quietly, bliss evident in the tone of her words.
“Incredible,” I finish for her.
“Incredible,” she repeats, a huge smile breaking out across her face, showing off her dimples.
We lie there, basking in the afterglow, our breaths slowly synchronizing. I trace lazy circles on her skin, feeling a contentment I’ve never known.
The world outside this room, with its complications and chaos, seems miles away.
Just as I’m about to suggest we might need a round two, considering the energy we both still seem to have, there’s a knock at the door. We freeze, our eyes locking in a mix of surprise and slight horror. The knock comes again, more insistent this time.
Carlie sits up, pulling the sheet up to cover herself, a flush of embarrassment crossing her cheeks. “Who on earth could that be?” she whispers, her voice a mix of amusement and apprehension.
I shrug, equally baffled, and watch as she slips out from under me, pulls on a robe, and tiptoes to the front door.
Then, I hear a muffled voice, unmistakably her grandmother’s, but I can’t hear what they’re discussing.
Carlie’s responses are hushed, tinged with a laughter she’s trying to suppress. There’s a brief exchange and then Carlie’s is back in the room, a hand covering her mouth to stifle her giggles.
“What did she want?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbows, now under the sheets.
Carlie closes the door gently and turns to me, her eyes dancing with suppressed laughter. “Grandma needed her reading glasses. She left them in the living room when she was reading my new manuscript.” Her voice breaks into a chuckle. “And then, as if an afterthought, she added, ‘And don’t worry dear, I didn’t hear some very loud moaning or headboard banging. But we might want to have the place inspected for ghosts.’”
I burst out laughing, the sound filling the room. It’s the kind of laughter that comes from deep within, born out of a mix of relief and the sheer absurdity of the situation.
Carlie jumps back onto the bed, her robe slipping off her shoulder as she crawls towards me.
“Which means she heard everything,” she whispers, brushing a hand across her forehead.
“Well, we weren’t very quiet,” I reply, pulling her into my arms.
“I know I wasn’t, my god.” She chuckles, scooting closer to me. “And we definitely need to change these sheets now. I can’t believe you made me—” Again, her cheeks turn a bright red.
“I said it before and I’ll say it again … That was sexy as fuck,” I say, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
She smiles sheepishly but relaxes into the crook of my arm. As we lay there, still entwined, the room once again fills with a comfortable silence. It’s a perfect end to a day that’s been anything but ordinary—one that’s solidified everything I feel about this incredible woman in my arms.
I kiss the top of her head, a sense of completeness washing over me. “You know, your grandma’s pretty cool.”
Carlie looks up at me, her eyes sparkling. “She’s one of a kind. Just like us.”
As we settle down, wrapped in each other’s arms, I think about how life has a funny way of throwing surprises at you—some in the form of unexpected encounters at a club, and others as a reminder from a grandmother that love, laughter, and a bit of embarrassment are all part of the journey.
This is our journey, Carlie’s and mine. And I wouldn’t change a single, absurd, beautiful part of it.