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“Bryson.”Carleigh’s eyes open lazily.She smiles, wide and slow.“You’re - god, Bryson, I -”
“One sec, babe,” I tell her, pecking her lips.I scramble off the bed and go to the bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean her up a bit.I’m so hard I might explode, so I slip my jeans from my hips and jerk off quickly while I’m in here.It doesn’t take long; she barely touched me, but watching her fall apart like that, knowing I’m the one who made her let go - it’d been more than enough.
I go to her bedroom and grab her a clean pair of underwear, then bring them and a cloth to my room, where she’s still laying on the bed.She seems a bit more awake now, the haze having lifted, and she takes both items from me when I return.
“Thanks,” Carleigh says, standing.She slips her underwear off and runs the cloth between her legs and around her thighs, then puts her clean panties on.She looks a little embarrassed when she’s done and stammers, “Er.Hang on.”
Carleigh leaves the room with the cloth and her ruined underwear, presumably to put them in the laundry.I pull my shirt on and am sitting on the edge of the bed when she walks back in, wearing nothing but the underwear I brought her.
I can’t stop myself from letting out a swear.“Christ, Carleigh,” I say, my eyes tracing her body from her feet, up her shapely legs and hips, to her perfect breasts and that beautiful face.“You look like I dreamed you up.”
She blushes.“Thanks,” she says, stepping toward me.Her clothes are strewn haphazardly across the bed, but instead of reaching for them, she sits down in my lap, cuddling into me.
I hold her immediately, wrapping my arm around her.“So perfect, Carleigh.”I tease her nipple with my thumb.“Loved every minute.”
Carleigh bites her bottom lip and drops a hand to my waistband.“What about you?”she asks softly.“Can I-”
“I, um, took care of it,” I confess.“You were laying there all blissed-out - you needed that.Didn’t take much,” I add with a laugh.
She looks vaguely disappointed.“Next time let me,” she requests, her arm around my shoulder.“Please?”
I nod and kiss her.“Alright, Carleigh.”
She seems satisfied with that.She reaches behind me, straining to grab her bra and t-shirt.I help her climb over me so she’s closer, but I briefly pin her to the mattress, facing down, and grip her ass with both hands.
“Love your ass,” I remind her, smacking it playfully.She giggles and squirms beneath me.Taking pity, I roll away from her and successfully dodge her attempted return hit to my arm.I leave her alone while she gets dressed again, then ask, “Think the cookies are cool enough to eat yet?”
Ten minutes later, we’re on the couch underneath a blanket.Rain is lashing against the windows and the forecast says a thunderstorm might be brewing, but I don’t care: I’ve got freshly baked cookies, an unseen episode of Last Week Tonight, and Carleigh cuddled against my side.
Yeah, I’m definitely on the moon.
