nsfw meme always requires some calex "Whipped cream or chocolate sauce?" // "I can't stop thinking about your hands on me." // "My thighs can be your earmuffs." // "Someone's happy to see me."
"Whipped cream or chocolate sauce?"
All Carson did was stifle a laugh, peeking over his shoulder at his siblings that were playing in the sand. It was theirs and Kieran’s job to entertain them for the day, and they figured the best option was a full day on the shore was the easiest way out. “What? Are we making sundaes?” He teased, voice nonchalant as he ran his fingers along Alex’s bare thigh. “Hey, Lace, Lexie’s gonna make you a sundae!” Carson called over to his sister, grinning when he had a cursing Alex hitting him in the chest. Dropping his voice down to a whisper, he pressed his lips against Alex’s temple, kisses trailing down until he met her lips. “Whipped cream. Less messy, easier to explain, tastier.”
"I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me."
Laying back in bed, phone resting directly next to his head on the pillow, Carson only sighed at Alex’s words. “Yeah, and I miss touching you. God, we’ve only been apart a week.” Laughing breathlessly, he frowned almost immediately at the thought. How was he supposed to go any longer when he’d barely lasted a week? It sucked not having Alexandra around even just for the little things. This was a feeling he got every year after leaving the beach house, but there was something even worse about this time. It was more than likely that Alex would make cool new friends at her school, leaving Carson behind. And while all that sucked, there was also the fact that Carson couldn't kiss her anymore, run his fingers and his lips over every inch of her body, fuck for as long as they both could take. "I'll see you in, like, a month, babe. And I may spend a good amount of that time with my hands on you, so no worries."
"My thighs can be your earmuffs."
Carson pursed his lips, eyes wandering around the room to everywhere except the girl half naked in his lap. His hands were gripping her ass in either hand, pulling her against him. “It’s not really that cold… don’t think I need earmuffs, y’know?” He mused, not sure why he was joking about when all he wanted to do was make his girlfriend squirm and moan against him. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her underwear, Carson fiddled with the fabric, leaning forward to kiss her collarbone gently. “So are you gonna sit on my face or what?”
"Someone’s happy to see me."
"Obviously," Carson replied, tone matter-of-factly. "I fucking missed you and you came here looking like..." He paused, letting out a mix of a snort and a chuckle, shaking his head ass he gestured with one hand to what she was wearing. "It's almost like you specifically came here to taunt me," he mumbled, closing the space between them and leaning down to lift her up by her thighs, letting her wrap them around his waist. Her all-too-tight dress rose up her thighs from that position, and Carson's issue wasn't getting any better. "Don't even pretend that you're not just as turned on."