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The day felt like it was dragging on but Greta was a little excited. It was the first night they had free and an off day tomorrow.
It was also the first time Greta would be out with Carson after they hard launched their relationship two weeks ago.
She had been scared at first, but Carson made her feel brave. Carson, whose warm brown eyes and gentle hands, was just happy to show off that she got to love Greta in a loud and honest way.
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God, do they have to be so obvious?
There was practically a line of girls ready to throw themselves at Carson. She was wearing a tight white tank top tucked into plaid slacks, a striped button up unbuttoned and her hair was down, messy and long.
Greta was wearing a light brown crop top and high waisted jean shorts that made her legs look even longer, her hair tied up into a high ponytail. She was fiddling with her signet ring on her pinky that Carson stole from the set of a show she had produced for her to keep.
They’d been there for over an hour and her head hurt from the amount of times she’d rolled her eyes at yet another woman walking up, flicking her hair over her shoulders and trying to charm her girlfriend’s pants off.
She doesn’t consider herself a jealous person. She was always more than proud when people would compliment and adore her girl because she deserves every bit of it.
When the woman tried to move Carson’s hair out of her face and behind her ear.. yeah. Not having it.
She was barely in control of her own movements when she walked confidently over to them, teasingly shooing away the offending hand and fixing Carson’s hair herself, letting her palm linger on her cheek.
“Hey, beautiful, want to dance?”
Carson’s face softened into a warm and bright smile, dimples popping as she nodded against Greta’s hand.
“With you? Always.”
Carson wrapped her arm around Greta’s lithe waist and let her to the middle of the bar, swerving around the sea of bodies before pulling her in close. Their fronts barely an inch apart and Greta could feel her cheeks beginning to flush at how smoothly her girlfriend moved.
“Wow. I’m impressed.” She bit her lip and wrapped her hand around the back of Carson’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss. She loved the taste of her chapstick and how it made Carson’s lips even softer. She loved even more when she felt Carson’s hand move down to cup her ass over her shorts.
“Mmh, someone’s confident tonight.” She giggled watching her girlfriend’s eyebrow quirk up.
“Someone’s been jealous tonight. It’s cute.”
Greta bristled at that, rolling her eyes before turning around, pressing her ass firmly against Carson’s crotch. She brought her hand back around to pull Carson’s head into the juncture of her neck.
“Not jealous. I just like when I’m the only one who gets to touch you.” She felt Carson grip her hips, pulling her ass a little rougher against her, making her breathless. “They all wish that they could be who you hold like this.”
Carson took that opportunity to skim one of her hands up Greta’s abdomen, leaving goosebumps on the hint of skin of her midriff. She goes tantalizingly slowly across her girlfriend’s chest, knowing how sensitive she gets there from even the briefest of touches before resting her hand gently across the column of her throat.
Greta goes breathless, she could feel her underwear getting more damp. They started easing into less than vanilla activities recently, Carson was still learning what all she liked and didn’t care for and Greta became braver to ask for more that she knew she was into.
When Greta brought up one night that she was into breath play, Carson had balked. She didn’t go into it straight away, which Greta understood for a while. It wasn’t that Carson was put off by it or didn't want to try, and Greta knew she needed time to process.
Until one day, Greta noticed Carson’s phone was left on the kitchen counter and she saw that her sweet and intelligent woman had been researching. When Carson came home from the store, Greta noticed that she had taken a fond interest in watching her, specifically her neck.
She’d watch as Carson would take a huge breath when she’d take a drink of water, watching her throat bob as she swallowed. She squinted her eyes curiously at her. “Are you okay, Carse?”
She saw Carson quickly avert her eyes to her face now, “yep! Sorry. I just missed you.” She leaned in to place a sweet kiss to Greta’s lips before turning to grab her phone, scrolling through her emails.
When Greta went to take another drink, she waited for Carson to put her focus back on her again before “accidentally” spilling some water down her chin. “Oops!”
Before she could wipe the droplet away, she saw Carson raise her hand a second quicker, using her thumb to wipe the droplet up the side of her neck. She didn’t move her hand away, just rubbed the skin there in thought.
When she looked back up to Greta, her eyes had darkened a few shades and she pulled Greta’s head closer to her face. Greta held her breath, squeezing her eyes shut before raising her hand up to Carson’s wrist, not wanting her to take her hand away.
“Carson..” she breathed softly.
“Yes, baby?”
Greta scanned Carson’s face, seeing nothing but unadulterated lust and she licked her lips, her mouth feeling dry suddenly. “I need you to fuck me. Right now.”
Carson smirked, squeezing her hand once and relishing the whimper and eye roll her girlfriend followed with. “With pleasure.”
The groceries didn’t get put away for a long while later.
Now, Carson was a lot more confident with it. Using the hand on her neck to tip Greta’s head back to her shoulder. Greta could feel her breath tickling her ear as she whispered, “you are the only one I want to hold like this. I know you and your body so well now.”
Greta was grateful for how loud this music was so no one heard the moan she let escape, she could feel her face going hot and her nipples were almost painfully hard in the confines of her bra.
“We should.. fuck, we should probably, get out of here. I don’t want to give your admirers a show.” She’s proud of herself for being able to get the words out, her thoughts coming to a halt when she felt the hand on her hip move further down, teasing the hem of her cut off shorts.
“I thought you wanted to give them a show. Have them all see how much I want you, how I almost don’t care if they all saw me take you in the middle of this bar as long as I can make you come on my fingers.”
Greta’s insides twisted deliciously at that, she was sure Carson could probably feel just how wet and bothered she knew she was. “Carson, baby, I want-”
“What do you want, Greta?” Her voice was scratchy and low in the way that makes Greta squeeze her legs together.
“I want to come on your fingers. Please.”
She felt Carson’s chest rumble against her back with her laugh before she nipped at Greta’s ear, squeezing the hand on her throat teasingly and dipping the tips of her fingers further up her shorts.
“You’re really so wet already. And saying please? Being so good for me today.”
Greta’s hips bucked at that, moving Carson’s hand to clumsily cup her pussy over her shorts and making her moan a little too loud. “Jesus.”
“Not my name but I’ll take it. You need to be quiet.” She applied more pressure with the palm of her hand, feeling how warm her girlfriend was. She couldn’t help but groan and bury her face in the skin of Greta’s neck, pushing her head to the side to sink her teeth into the side of it.
Greta bit her lip hard at the move, she could taste blood. She squeezed her eyes shut before taking a steadying breath. She turned around in Carson’s arms and pulled her face in for a bruising kiss, taking her girlfriend by surprise with a gasp. She took the opportunity to lick her tongue into her mouth, combing her fingers in brown waves and pulling.
Carson broke the kiss, breathing heavily and staring wide-eyed up at Greta’s wrecked expression. “G-”
Greta grabbed her hand and led them out of the bar, into the cool night air. She looked around for a second, finally stopping a taxi before pulling Carson behind her to go wave it over. Carson was so pleased, happy that she was the one that could dissolve Greta into an eager, impatient person that just wanted Carson to fuck her into next week.
It also helped that while Greta managed to hail down the taxi, she got a wonderful look at just how sinfully short her girlfriend’s shorts are, shaping her ass beautifully. She could not wait until they got home.
As soon as they got into the back of the cab, Greta reached over to pull Carson into another kiss, this one softer than the others so they didn’t scare the poor driver who was looking at the road like his sanity depended on it.
Greta pulled back a bit to check that he wasn’t watching before discreetly grabbing one of Carson’s hands, putting it back between her legs and covering her lap with her jacket. She looked up at Carson and nodded, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth before leaning back into the seat.
Carson could feel how wet Greta was just from the outside of her shorts, she had to apply more pressure from an odd angle but it hit the mark when she felt Greta buck gently into the touch, nails digging into the seat next to her.
She loved watching Greta’s face when they do risky things, watching her attempt to maintain her composure but letting her eyes flutter closed when Carson would rub against her in just the right way. She was sweating a little and she was red all the way down her neck. She looked like a dream.
“How ya feeling, babe?” She muttered softly, watching Greta roll her head to the side and look at her through her lashes.
“I think you know the answer to that.” She giggled.
“Oh, do I?” She moved her fingers to the hem of a leg of her shorts, manipulating them awkwardly but enough that she could slip her fingers lower, feeling soft wet skin with no barrier in place. Her eyes widened, she looked back up at Greta watching her realize.
“Now you do.”
“You're going to pay for this later.” She whispered, still moving her fingers up to tease at Greta’s clit, her girlfriend raising her fist to her mouth and biting, lowering her head so that the driver didn’t notice.
Once they finally arrived at their stop, Greta all but flew her door open to stalk up to their building. Carson tipped the driver generously before putting her hands in her back pocket, smirking at her girl’s retreating form.
She was already waiting for the elevator when Carson strolled up behind her, wrapping her arms around Greta and kissing the back of her shoulder. “I love when you get like this.”
Greta grumbled, stepping into the elevator and waiting for it to close before she dragged Carson in by the collar of her shirt and kissed her again. Carson laughed into her mouth, licking the seam of Greta’s lips and cupping her ass with both hands, squeezing and pushing. Greta moaned at the feeling, bending and pushing her leg into the space between Carson’s thighs, causing her to let out a moan of her own.
“Shit, baby,” she said as she pulled back, Greta now kissing along her jaw and down her neck. Greta’s hand slipped between them so she could grope Carson’s breast, feeling her nipple get hard at the touch beneath her thin sports bra.
“God, I love your tits so much.” Greta grazed her teeth along the shell of Carson’s ear before the ding of the elevator gave them both pause.
Carson led her this time, almost dropping her keys to the ground when Greta pressed herself against her back and pushed her hips into her ass, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses on her shoulder. When she finally managed to get the key in the lock and open the door, she felt her girlfriend’s form leave her back entirely.
She turned around as she shut the door, seeing Greta had taken her shirt off already and was unclasping her bra as she sauntered into the hallway. She could see the freckles littering her upper back and the long line of her spine, God, she was perfect.
As Greta rounded the corner, she poked her head back around to wink at her girlfriend. “Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to help a girl out?”
Carson had never ran that fast before, she tripped over her shoe trying to kick them off, hearing Greta giggling from the other room.
When she made it in, her shirt untucked, she groaned at the sight of Greta completely undressed, already laying on the bed with one leg propped up, the other laying flat as she gave Carson an impressive view of her fingers dancing along her clit.
Her fingers were already slick with her arousal and she took them away, making eye contact with her girlfriend as she sucked them into her mouth.
“My God, Greta,” she shook her head as she got rid of her shirt, licking her lips as she watched Greta’s eyes move over her chest hungrily. She saw her breath hitch as she followed her hands, slowly pulling her belt out of the loops of her jeans.
“You look so fucking good. All mine.” Greta smiled, pointing at her girlfriend with her wet index finger before crooking it back to herself, asking Carson to walk over.
Carson didn’t take the bait, freeing herself of the belt before letting it fall to the floor, watching as Greta’s eyes followed the leather’s descent, her brown eyes getting darker with filthy images.
“G.”
Greta’s eyes flew back to her face, licking her lips. “You are taking your damn time over there. I could have come twice already.”
“Well.. don’t let me stop you. You already started.”
Greta paused, pouting her lip out. “But-”
“No. You wanted to be impatient all night, you wanted to tease and use my hands for your pleasure all you wanted. You couldn’t even wait for me to come into the room before you started touching yourself without asking. So, by all means, you go right ahead.”
She made her way to sit at the foot of the bed, she pulled her legs underneath her as she pushed one of Greta’s legs to the side, opening herself further so she could see her glistening folds.
Greta squinted her eyes at Carson, trying to catch her bluff. She never usually denied Greta of anything, she’d usually have her pinned to the front door three fingers deep by now. She wasn’t sure if she liked it but her body was thrumming with the idea of Carson watching her touch herself.
She reached her hand back down, opening herself up with two fingers and watching Carson stare at them intensely. “Are you sure.. you don’t want to taste me? I taste so good.” She dipped her fingers to find her clit, sliding them on either side as her breath stuttered. “It’s all for you.”
Carson shifted where she was sitting, digging the heel of her foot into the apex of her thighs so she could get any form of relief. “You look so beautiful right now.”
Greta’s heart raced a little bit more at that sentiment. God, Carson was also tender even when she was at her most vulnerable, dripping onto their sheets. She began rubbing circles on her clit, taking her other hand to pinch and roll her nipple with her fingers, throwing her head back.
“It feels so amazing, Carse. Holy shit.”
“That’s it, baby. You are doing so well, touching yourself the way you love it. I bet you’re aching.”
Carson watched as Greta’s hips rutted up against her hand, her abs twitching. Greta loved to be praised, always begged Carson to talk to her while they were fucking. “Dip your fingers inside, love. Let me watch you.”
Greta’s fingers moved of their own accord to obey Carson’s words, sliding her fingers in with ease. Her walls clamped down around them as she let out a long groan at finally having something inside of her. “Oh my God.”
“That feel good?” She was entranced by how intoxicating her girlfriend looked, pulling her fingers out before thrusting them a little harder. Her hips strained upwards, meeting each pump of her hand.
“Yes, fuck. Oh my God, Carson. It feels so good, so- fuck, I need you.” She was grunting with the effort, struggling to keep her eyes open but when she finally gazed back at Carson, she saw just how affected her girlfriend was.
Her face was flushed and her hands were fidgeting beside her. Her hips moved in tiny waves and it made her even wetter seeing Carson try to hopelessly rub herself while not moving her eyes from her fingers at all.
“You love watching me, huh?” She slid her fingers out all the way before pushing back in with another finger as she groped her breast rougher. “You like watching me fill myself up for you? Don’t you wish you could feel how tight I am, taking so much?”
Carson groaned, biting her lip. “I do. God, you’re being so good. I wish I could.. I..” she trailed off, sheepishly looking down at her hands before looking back up. She looked up Greta’s face, her mouth hanging open and her fingers slowing down a little bit.
“What do you wish you could do?”
“I.. I’ve always thought about, um. Using one of your toys on you, or maybe even.. a strap. While we make out.”
Greta’s eyes got wide, she curled her fingers on a harsh thrust and moaned loudly. “Holy, oh my god. Yes, fuck, I want it. I want you fucking me like that. You’d feel so damn amazing pressed against me.” She threw her head back, thinking of all the ways Carson would pound into her. She felt close already just pretending her fingers were Carson’s strap, thrusting into her as she held her hips to the mattress.
“I’m going to come, baby. Please please let me. I’ll do whatever you want, but-” her words dying in her throat and replaced by a sob of relief as she felt Carson’s mouth descend on her clit, flicking it with her tongue.
Her other hand went to the back of Carson’s head, pulling her hair as she fucked herself against her hand and Carson’s mouth. “Carson!”
She felt her hand being pushed away, the loss of her fingers almost too much until she felt Carson’s fingers thrust in instead, curling into her as she dragged them out and pushed again.
It felt heavenly, Carson’s lips wrapping around her clit to suck as she sped up her fingers. Greta tried her best not to fuck against Carson’s face too hard but she was already on the edge again. She couldn’t get enough of how perfectly her fingers fit inside of her.
Her body felt like it was on fire, she could barely breathe and she felt herself clenching around Carson’s fingers as she came on her hand. She pushed Carson’s head down harder and Carson flattened her tongue, letting Greta rut against her tongue as she fucked her through her orgasm.
She thought it would never end as she whimpered into the air, her thighs held firmly against the bed by Carson’s strong arms, her vision dizzying around her.
Once the waves began to subside, she felt Carson gently pull out of her, she groaned at how empty she felt afterwards, watching as Carson sucked her fingers into her mouth and she crawled up Greta’s body. She let them go in favor of going in for a filthy kiss, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths at the taste.
Her eyelids felt heavy as Carson moved off of her to her side, her hand reached out to Greta’s shoulder so she could pull her to lay on top of her. She petted her head softly, taming her mussed up hair and rubbing her back.
“You did absolutely amazing, my love. I could watch you forever.”
Greta’s eyes filled with unshed tears, tightening her hold on Carson’s small frame and kissing the top of her chest. “I love you so much, Carson. I can’t express it enough. Thank you.”