whispered, almost fearful that he’d deny her request. And terrified that he would agree.
“Yes,” he replied, his voice rough with emotion.
Still, he didn’t touch her and Carrie appreciated that. Instead, he lowered his head, his lips brushing against hers. Back and forth, testing her lips, feeling her trembling response. Over and over again, he kissed her, not doing anything else and Carrie knew she had fallen in love with him right then and there.
Pulling back, she looked into his eyes, not moving away from him. In that moment, she made a decision. Just one night, she told herself. Just one night in his arms.
“I don’t have a bed,” she whispered.
In response, Derick scooped her into his arms and, in what seemed like only two steps, carried her across the yard to his house and up the stairs. He wasn’t even breathing heavily when he shouldered his way into his bedroom.
“Derick!” she gasped when she felt his hands on her waist. “Please, I’m sorry but…would you mind if…if I was on top?”
He hesitated, then kissed her again. Another gentle, soothing, coaxing kiss. “If that will make you more comfortable, then yes.”
She nodded, then moved closer, needing just a moment in his arms. A moment to savor the feeling of being held, the warmth of him, and the tenderness in his hands. This moment would be enough, she told herself. Sex was fine, but this…snuggling was even better.
His hands moved over her back, diving into her hair. After several breathless seconds, he turned her head up and kissed her. This time, his tongue slid over her lips, coaxing her to open for him. She did, and gasped when she felt his tongue in her mouth, moving around, tasting her. Exploring her.
Somehow, her tee shirt had come off and she stood in front of him in only her panties. Dollar store panties that were a bit threadbare, but thankfully, he couldn’t tell in the moonlight streaming through his open windows.
Carefully, he laid her down on the bed and pulled her panties down, taking in all of her in the dim light.
“You’re so beautiful,” he growled, his eyes and fingers skimming over her nakedness.
He started to lean over her, but she squeaked, feeling nervous. So, he shifted until he was lying on his back. He quickly pulled his tee shirt off, tossing it away. Quickly, Carrie moved so that she was over him, her hair coming out of the band to form a curtain around them as she moved her mouth from his shoulder to his chest, kissing and exploring, feeling her way since there wasn’t enough light to see as much of him as she’d like.
Swinging a leg over his hips, she realized that he was still wearing his jeans. With fumbling movements, she unsnapped his jeans and wiggled them down over his hips, pulling his boxers along with his jeans until the man was completely naked. “Oh my!” she thought, but she must have said it out loud because he chuckled.
Climbing back onto the bed, she hesitated, worried about something. “I um…I can’t get pregnant. I have…” she blushed at such an intimate conversation with a man she didn’t really know all that well.
“You have what?” he asked, sliding his hand down her arm, her side, curving around to cup her breast. His thumb reached to caress her nipple and Carrie shuddered, slapping a hand down over his hand to stop him.
“I don’t need that,” she told him.
“Condoms are in the bedside drawer,” he told her.
She bit her lower lip again, but twisted around to search for protection. When she had it in her hands, she looked at the foil packet, not really sure what to do with it. Oh, she knew in theory, but looking at Derick, there was so much more of him than her theoretical assumptions. A lot more!
“I don’t know…”
“Give it to me,” he said, his voice gravelly.
Carrie handed him the condom and he tore open the package, then rolled it down his shaft while Carrie watched, fascinated. “Does it hurt?” she asked, curious.
“Only when you look at me like that,” he replied.
Carrie pulled her eyes away from his erection. “Oh,” and she moved, swinging her leg over his hips again. “I’m not exactly sure…” She stopped, positioning herself over his shaft, but he grabbed her hips to stop her.
“Why don’t we take this a bit slower?” he offered. “I don’t think you’re ready for the main event.” He kissed her gently again and Carrie felt his stomach