I should be ashamed of myself, right?
I'm not. I am a shameless hussy.
What is this? Lets read it together. Established relationship. If you can read (which is the only reason you'd be here) you know that this is Karlton. So, yeah. A smutlet, if you would. Enjoy. Or don't. I don't know your life.
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych, and this is pretty much proof that I shouldn't. Ever.
Karen smiled sleepily and pressed her back into Carlton's hard body. His arms held her body possessively close around her middle. She wiggled her bottom against his groin suggestively, stimulating his morning hard cock. She heard him moan sleepily as he slowly woke up. He yawned and stretched widely before bringing his arms back around her body, tugging her close.
"Good morning, sleep well?" His lips nibbled at her neck.
"Mmmm." She ground her bottom into his groin once more, hoping he'd get the hint.
"Minx."
He did.
Carlton wrapped an arm around her chest, his hand lighting on her breast, his fingers playing with her nipple. His other arm wrapped around her hips, his hand on her bare pussy, stroking the skin there, enjoying the feel.
She felt him enter from behind in their spooned position. Karen sighed her pleasure. His arms tightened around her, holding her in place as thrust into her. His pace was unhurried, his lips caressed her neck and whispered tenderness in her ear.
Karen was enveloped in him, loving the feel of him all around her. Still too sleepy for vigorous sex, he kept his pace slow, reaching deep within her heat. His fingers found her sensitive nub, he gently rubbed her, without intensity, simply enjoying the feel of their union.
The tension in her body was building slowly, coiling gently in her belly. Carlton nibbled along her neck, all the while telling her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her. His low voice rumbled in his chest sending vibrations through her body.
"Carltonnn…"
Small jolts of pleasure shot through her as he increased his pace by increments, they were in no hurry this morning. Her low moaning excited him, he thrust a little faster, his speech becoming coarser. He told her how good she felt, how much he enjoyed making love to her.
Karen was aware of nothing. Only Carlton was real to her, only this man who set her mind and body on fire. Every nerve in her body sung his praises as ripples of heated pleasure began to mount and subside only to mount higher. The energy in her body was building, building, building as he slowly brought her to the very edge and let her look but not leap. He held her body on the precipice, her rough keening moan testing his resolve.
Finally, he released her, she lost muscle control as she broke, a flood of warmth flowing out of her as molten lava moved across her body in deep waves, one after another, after another. She cried out her love to him as she came. He was no match for her, she brought him over the edge, howling her name. Her body quivered in his arms, her breathing labored, heart racing.
Their bodies relaxed back into each other, she turned so that she faced him, their lips meeting for the first time that morning. Arms caressed tenderly as they slowed down, the warmth from their love making holding them close.
"That was…" She wasn't sure how to describe it.
"You are an amazing woman, Karen. What you do to me…" Carlton gazed at her in admiration and awe. He had known a lot of women in his life but none compared to her. Hell, none came anywhere close to touching her.
"I love you, Carlton."
"And I love you, baby."
They held each other quietly, sharing unhurried, sensual kisses, softly touching each other. They dozed lightly in each others arms. The day ahead could wait.