fireplace - carniya
☆ carl x aniya, 2.2k wc, not proofread! ☆ warnings: fluff, smut
the snow capped mountains of Colorado reflected the beaming light into the goggles of aniya’s ski gear.
Nantucket was great for an early fall vacation, a chance to get away from the fast paced nature of the post-villa lifestyle and focus on their relationship. so much focus, in fact, that carl asked to be aniya’s boyfriend at his family’s private beach during the last night of the trip.
the tangle of their bodies that took place shortly after (on the beach, in the kitchen, in the shower, in the bed and once again in the morning) felt untamed, but necessary asthey wouldn’t be able to see one another for the next month.
carl nearly became a shell of himself. his smile never quite crinkled the corners of his eyes like it did normally, his soft spoken voice became blunt, and he couldn’t even focus during PT classes. they would text everyday and call every night, but it wasn’t the same as being able to physically feel his girlfriend.
one night carl felt particularly…. lonely. his right hand and the scantily clad photos she sent weren't enough. he video called her as soon as he was back to his apartment, pent up and needy. the things he said over the phone, the way she coaxed climaxes out of him using her voice alone, carl knew he had to see her again, and soon.
and now they were here, on the second day of their snowy escape. the first day was spent refamiliarizing their bodies with one another. well rested, they were now ready for the intended purpose of the trip.
they spent the first half of the day skiing, aniya finally getting the lesson from carl she had been looking forward to for months. they were off to the side in their own world as per usual, giggling and smiling every time aniya stumbled and carl caught her, “carl you have to hold on tighter! I’m gonna fall!”
“I’m right here don't worry. I’ll always be here to catch you,” she stood up and frowned at him, his sweetness being one of aniya’s favorite qualities about him. she placed a quick peck on his cheek before returning to her attempts to stand upright on the skis. carl had his hand hovering her lower back, “are you ready to try again?”
aniya rolled her shoulders back before responding, “yes sir!” carl flushed at the nickname, “sir? I like the sound of that…” aniya playfully swatted at him before losing balance and nearly tumbling to the ground, just for her knight in shining armor to catch her and stand her upright.
hours later, they retired the skis to attempt snowboarding. carl would be lying if he said he didn't try to impress aniya a bit, hitting an ollie before the board slid across the solid snow. she squealed in awe, a cute habit carl had come to love. she fawned over her athletic boyfriend, leaving carl bashful yet filled with pride. he liked when aniya was proud of him.
after a couple snowmen and an impromptu snowball fight, carl and aniya were sufficiently soaked and tuckered out. carl used the last of his strength to sling aniya over his shoulder and carry her back to their shared cabin.
the cozy cabin was well stocked and aptly decorated. the fireplace was already lit by the housekeepers that had left not too long ago judging by the faint scent of cleaner lingering in the air. carl tore off his gear, his hair sticking to his forehead from his chilled sweating. aniya was damp too, her snowy outer layers hitting the wooden floor after carl’s.
carl draped a big fuzzy blanket over his shoulders before cozying up to the front of the fireplace. spreading his arms wide, he beckoned aniya to join him. she sat in front of him, his bare chest against her undergarments as they huddled for warmth.
basking in the warmth of the fireplace, they cuddled together. moments of silence were cut by the crackle of the fireplace, inviting conversation reminiscing on the villa life and how chaotic it's been since they met.
“I’m so glad that we found each other, like genuinely,” carl smiled to himself at aniya’s signature words before placing a light peck on her cheek, “I’m glad too aniya, I really am.”
carl crooned his neck down to tap his forehead to her temple, aniya responded in kind by turning her head to meet his gaze. their lips ghosted over one another as their breath circulated, both too hesitant to close the gap. once their bottom lips brushed one another, carl took the initiative— locking their mouths together in a deep slow kiss.
the way their lips caressed was so gentle, yet hesitant— as if they were teetering on breaking the bough of arousal they attempted to stave off. carl had already worn aniya thin the night before. combined with the hours of snow sports, he at least wanted aniya to have the ability to walk tomorrow. fortunately for carl, his moral dilemma was solved by aniya’s needy tongue slipping into his mouth.
his restraint snapped, carl’s hand snaked up aniya’s feverish body to land on her neck— pulling her to face him completely. with only one hand, he had complete coverage of her throat. he applied slight pressure to the sides, coaxing heavy pants out of aniya in between kisses
they craved one another, kissing as if they could never possibly be close enough to each other. as if no matter how much saliva they exchanged, no matter how flush their bodies were, no matter how deep they were, there would still be more area to consume.
beads of sweat were forming on aniya’s forehead. whether from the heat of the fireplace or the embers carl sparked across her body as they made out, she didn't know. frankly she didn't even want to distinguish the heat, instead she concentrated it in her stomach and let it build, sending waves of arousal down to her panty-clad cunt.
carl detached from her, dropping his hand from her neck and instead spreading out the blanket behind him. slowly, he laid back without breaking eye contact with his girlfriend. aniya watched as he lowered himself, curious as to how she was meant to move. without warning, carl lifted her hips, making her thick thighs straddle his crotch.
the pressure of his hardening dick brushing against her pussy was short lived as he lifted aniya to land her soft ass cheeks against his pecs. her now cunt dangerously close to his desperate mouth. carl looked down at the wet spot forming on her panties and deeply inhaled, relishing in her arousal.
“can you sit on my face for me?” the smooth tenor in his voice was vibrating through her. his typical calm nature felt like a far cry from the man in front of aniya. his tousled hair held a shade of brown that could barely be reflected in his blown out irises. his pecs rose and fell against the flesh of aniya's ass as he panted. he wasn't just desperate, he was needy. aniya’s pussy was his life force, and he was starving.
he blew onto the cloth covering her cunt, watching how the cool air made her constrict around nothing. more arousal seeps out, soaking her panties even more. his elongated tongue licks a stripe up her slit and your back arches in direct response as aniya mewled out his name, “carl… are you sure?”
aniya sometimes said things that carl found to be silly, like when she kept thanking him for a second chance at their final date. to carl, there was no other option in his mind. aniya makes up the cogs that keep his brain turning, it was always going to be her. not to mention carl was a big burly man himself, he could handle aniya’s curvy body with ease, and if this happened to be the way he went, he wouldn't mind at all.
his tongue nipped at her protruding clit, “I would suffocate between your thighs if I could aniya,” he kissed the inside of her thigh, “just sit on me baby, I want this… please.”
aniya lifted her hips and pulled her panties off before slowly lowering her glistening heat onto carl’s eager tongue.
carl moans at the first taste, her slick arousal gliding into his mouth. he involuntarily bucks up in front of her, slurping in between her folds. he latched his lips to her clit and started sucking, using his wide tongue to periodically lick at the underside of her engorged bud.
aniya whimpered out pleas of overstimulation, but that only encouraged carl more in his imaginary competition to get aniya to cum. using his forearms to latch her thighs closer to his head, he wanted to drown in her juices, he couldn't get enough.
aniya’s hands planted themselves on the ground as she leaned forward. she made a sorry attempt to hover her cunt above carl’s mouth, but his grip was too much.
a loud whine ripped out of aniya as carl continued to devour her. carl took this as an incentive to lightly nip and bite at her clit, immediately following it with his stiffened tongue plowing into her pussy.
aniya’s eyes shot open as her fingers scrambled to grip something, anything that could ground her. her nails landed in the mess that was carls hair, scratching at his scalp causing him to hum in approval. the baritone vibrations against her pussy sent jolts of heat straight to the building knot in her stomach, “SHIT- carl, hah, I’m c-close” she barely managed to get out between moans. aniya could feel him smirk against her folds as he continued to fuck into her pulsating core.
aniya squirmed on his tongue, fighting the urge to fuck his face to get herself over the edge. carl pulled her closer and loosens his grip on your thighs, inviting you to rut into his mouth.
the gravity of the entire situation weighs hard on carl’s mind, literally. freeing his leftover hand from her thigh completely, he skillfully unzips his trousers and lets his aching dick free. his fingers dance over the head causing him to shudder into aniya.
her hazy gaze shifted downwards from the sudden loss of contact from her thigh. seeing his vigorous movements and how desperate he was to cum while eating her out was enough to send aniya over the edge.
“ohhh fuckfuckfuck I’m cum-” her orgasm ripped through her, effectively cutting herself off. carl lapped up every drop that he could. his now free and slick fingers found solace on her clit and vigorously rubbed to get more cum out of her.
aniya twitched and shivered from the overstimulation, after shocks morphing into action potentials for her impending orgasm. carl was feral and unrelenting, eating aniya out like his life was dependent on it.
aniya used the last bit of energy in her thick thighs to rip her soaking pussy away from carl’s mouth, landing on his abdomen. aniya leaned backwards on her hands in an attempt to calm herself down.
carl, however, still couldn't rest. he couldn't help the way his hands snaked up her hips, locking around her waist before leaving indents after squeezing. and he certainly couldn't help the forced rocking of aniya’s hips against each ridge of his solid abs.
“can you cum for me again aniya? I know you can do it,” his soft begging juxtaposed by the unrelenting pace he had aniya moving at.
aniya was a whimpering mess; her hair matted to her face from the sweat, her head thrown back as she mewled to the ceiling, tears welling in her eyes at the sheer force of carl’s now glistening abs blissfully rubbing against her sopping pussy.
“carl ngh- fuck,” she crooned out, “I’m gonna c-cum again!” he felt his dick jump at her word, but didn't move to remove his hands in the slightest. instead, his flush tip slapped against his happy trail every as he fucked the air, using the deity in front of him to bring himself closer to the edge.
it was all so nasty, so degenerate, yet imbued with passion. only one could bring the other to this state. they were already that special to one another, able to bring out their most debaucherous desires and have them intertwine in such harmonious fashion. it was beautiful, a dance of intimacy— and the record had just scratched.
carl came first after watching the trail of arousal left on his abs as aniya rode them. she so pretty all desperate for an orgasm, it was one of carl's favorite expressions on her. similarly for aniya, watching carl’s facial expressions contort as moans of aniya’s decorated the smooth chords of his voice was the last push she needed to squirt all over his abdomen.
aniya’s thighs clenched as her hole sputtered out the last drops of cum she could muster before she collapsed backward onto carl's legs.
they both laid there, letting the crackle of the fireplace fill the silence again. content, happy, and fucked out. a lackadaisical giggle left aniya's lips first and carl joined in, causing light laughter to drift through the halls. it was peace like this that made the entire hellish villa experience worth it for them both.