Page 57 of Not You Again
What if she didn’t have enough story to ever make a movie? What if all she had was recycling other people’s experiences, instead of growing from her own?
They’d both gone quiet. And that quiet made her self-conscious. “I wish I could just climb into your thoughts and hear what you’re thinking,” she said honestly. “Most of the time I have absolutely no idea if you’re here with me or out in the stars. And you’re always so damn quiet, Adam.”
She waited, and he looked at her with an expression so irritated she worried she’d overstepped.
“I go quiet because I keep getting distracted by that plump little mouth of yours.” He bit his own lip, but stared straight at hers.
Carly knew she was breathing, but also... was she?
“You think I’m distracting?” She traced a fingertip along the line of his impossibly high cheekbone. When she got close to his lips they parted on instinct, and she drew across the line of them, too. “Guess you better do something about it.”
Then he kissed her without any warning. Hard at first, but his lips softened as his tongue found hers.
She held on to his hand. “I’m ready, Adam. I think we should, before...”
Before the eclipse vanishes and we do, too, was what she thought but didn’t say. Carly didn’t want to lose him, or the opportunity to have all of him before their time ran out.
Without asking, Carly slipped her dress up and over her head. Adam’s expression was more shocked than anything, which she really enjoyed. So she decided to unclasp her bra, too, and his breath caught as she let her breasts fall out.
“Carly, you’re cold,” Adam said. His hands traveled up the length of her legs, hips and the sides of her breasts. Her nipples pebbled against his touch.
“This can be the touch part of the brainstorm.” She leaned back to put her body on further display. “What kind of character would feel like this?”
She grabbed his hand and helped him cup her breast.
“The kind of character I want to touch...?” He laughed, but still played with her nipples. “I told you, I’m not creative.”
“Maybe if you explore the taste part of the brainstorm, that might spark something?”
She guided his hand between her legs to show him how wet she already was. Adam let his fingers smooth over the cotton of her panties, then slid them off and down her legs. He let out a deep exhale as he took in the sight of her.
Adam gently eased Carly onto her back, and she felt the cool blades of grass on her skin. Then he positioned himself between her knees and buried his face in her. Her head fell back and she let out a loud, “Oh!”
“You taste so fucking good.” He sucked her clit into his mouth and she whimpered. He dipped back to her pussy and lapped at the opening, making her legs tighten.
“Do you want to come on my face?” he asked. When he looked up for her answer, she pulled him up and brought his lips to hers.
Because while she loved being eaten out just as much as the next girl, Carly was also ready to be filled by him.
Adam took the hint and quickly tried to take off his shirt, but forgot he had a blazer on top and got tangled. Carly laughed as she helped him out of his clothes. When she brought her hands around his back and dug her fingernails into his shoulders, he pressed his chest to hers. His kisses became more intense with the added heat of their bodies. Carly reached down to his pants, fumbled with the button and then slipped the zipper down in one long and loud slide.
She’d fantasized about what Adam’s dick might look like—long and lean, like him? Thick and veined? She’d felt how hard he’d been on several occasions, so she knew whatever she saw would be eager to please. But when he pushed his pants the rest of the way down, she was absolutely shocked.
“It’s red,” she said without thinking.
“Carpet matches the drapes.” Adam leaned his forehead against hers and said in a lower voice, “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” she said into his ear. “If that wasn’t clear.”
His lips were on hers and his hands were in her hair, then on her clit, almost unsure of where to start. But Carly was impatient and she reached for the length of him. Adam let out a groan as she squeezed him in her palm, then released. She did that a few more times to gently pump his shaft as she guided him closer to her entrance. Once there, he teased her by putting his tip over her wet clit and rubbing in light circles.
“We can stop,” he offered.
But she grabbed him and eased the head of him in, then slowly back out. She looked up to make sure he heard her when she said, “We are not stopping until I come all over you.” She squeezed him in her hand for emphasis, and he growled.She positioned him at the edge of her entrance, then eased him in enough to get started.
“I don’t have—” He looked around, as if condoms would fall from the sky. Although, stranger things had happened.
“I’ve been on the pill. We’re in a time loop. And I want this. So while I appreciate the safety precautions, I think we can carry on.”
