You know I'm human, right?
They've been trying to find time to figure out a new living situation for two months now, but life.
Life just keeps getting in the way.
It's not for the lack of wanting to live together, but simply the lack of time and energy.
And tonight? Tonight she finds herself eternally grateful that she can slam her fist against his door. Loud and unrestrained. Grateful that her girls are home with their nanny and that she doesn't have to lower her voice.
The door swings open just as she's about to knock for the third time and the sight in front of her does nothing to lessen her rage.
Nothing.
Because he just looks so fucking good. Wearing only a towel around his waist. His hair still damp.
"What the fuck was that, Carisi?" Carisi, not Sonny or Dominick. Right now he's neither. He's the ADA, Counselor Carisi. Not her boyfriend of seven months.
She forces her eyes to stay on his face before storming past him and inside his apartment.
"You're blaming me?" He exclaims while slamming the door shut, following her.
Amanda turns to face him, throwing her arms out in frustration. "Hell yes, I'm blaming you!"
"How the fuck was I supposed to know that he would pull that move?"
"You're supposed to know! I was completely blindsided."
They're circling each other now, pointing fingers. Knowing full well where this is going.
"So was I!"
"Well, it's your job not to be!" She's fuming, but still, he's standing in front of her wearing only a towel. And again, he's looking so damn good.
"What?" He asks, catching her in the act of eyeing him, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
"Nothing." She says with a shrug, somewhat successful at keeping it together, desperate to not be the one to break first. But then her eyes land on the couch behind him and suddenly her mind is flooded with memories of what happened the last time she was here.
His hands on her waist. Open mouthed kisses as she rode him. Him sucking on her neck, her crying out when he-
"Amanda?"
Without noticing, she has started playing with her necklace, running it over her lips a couple of times. But at the sound of his voice she lets go of it and looks at him again. "Hm?"
Fuck it.
Amanda knows how to multitask. She can be angry and horny at the same time. "I'm done talking."
She gives him no time to prepare before moving towards him, making him stumble backwards until he's pressed up against the back of his couch.
He groans when her tongue brush against his, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in as she grinds against him while she hastily pulls off her blazer, followed by her shirt.
Her hands roam over his naked chest before her mouth follows the same path, giving his towel the tug it needs to fall to the floor.
And then, slowly, she gets down on her knees, making it perfectly clear what she intends to do.
"Thought you were mad."
"I am."
"Look, I get it, ok? But biting it off is a bit much."
His unexpected joke elicits a loud laugh and she rests her hands on his bare thighs, needing a moment before she can get back to business.
"We'll finish the fight later." Amanda says, followed by a last chuckle, both of them knowing that there will be no more fighting tonight.
She looks up at him, smile in her eyes as she wraps a hand around him, moving it firmly a few times before replacing it with her mouth.
"Amanda…"
"What?" She says with a smirk after releasing him. "Want me to stop?"
"No…" He lets out a sigh when she takes him in her mouth again, deeper this time. "God, no."
Carisi's hands find the back of her head and he pulls her closer, knowing how much she loves that. Loves it when he doesn't hold back with her, when he doesn't treat her with kid gloves.
She shows her appreciation with a muffled moan while bobbing her head a few times, before she takes him all the way down her throat.
Her hands move from his back, nails lightly scratching his skin until she grabs his ass, recognizing that tremble in his muscles that tells her he's already dangerously close to coming.
While she normally wouldn't mind swallowing his climax, has done so multiple times in the past, she needs him to last a bit longer.
And she's grateful to find that they're on the same page.
"Come up here." He sounds just a little desperate when he leans down, enough so he can grab her shoulders and pull Amanda up to face him. "I need to fuck you."
The rest of her clothes are removed in a short beat, eyes locked when he grabs himself and drags his erection between her folds. Coating it with her arousal.
Amanda turns around in his arms, grabbing the back of the couch to brace herself. She shivers when he keeps grinding against her, biting down on her lip when he aligns his cock with her entrance.
Except, tonight… Tonight she needs something different. Something else.
"No." She whispers. "Not like that."
"Wh-" He stills, clearly confused.
She arches her back, leans forward a bit more while spreading her legs wider for him. And then she looks over her shoulder. "In the ass." She whimpers before biting her lip again. "Please."
His confusion is replaced with surprise and he gently rubs the small of her back before leaning down to kiss the top of her neck. "I… I don't wanna hurt you."
"I want it." Amanda shakes her head, nearly panting now. "I need it."
Maybe it's because she's still mad, or maybe it's just the amount of stress her body has been carrying lately. But either way, it doesn't really matter.
"You sure?" He groans, moving his hips again before guiding himself to where she wants him the most. She nods vigorously, rocking against him, forcing him to enter her, little by little.
It's maddeningly slow, both of them holding their breaths while he slips inside, stretching her.
"Oh, god." The sound of her voice and a sharp gasp breaks the silence as her grip on the couch tightens. Her head falling forward as he continues to push into her.
"Does it hurt?" He asks, sounding oddly soft all things considered.
"Yeah. It's good."
Worried, he stills completely. "Huh?"
"I'm good." She says followed by a moan. "Move. Slowly."
And so he does, his eyes fixed on where his hands are currently grabbing her ass, spreading her open in a way he has never done before. She is so tight around him, he really doesn't understand how he's going to be able to hold back.
"Fuck… God, you feel good." He kneads her flesh, moving out before sinking back in, letting out a deep groan.
Gradually, they guide each other to a brisk pace. Her, adjusting to the feel of him inside of her like this. Him, losing control of his body and his feral needs, because she's letting him. Because their mutual trust allows him to.
"Hit me." She suddenly demands while moving her right hand down and between her legs, teasing her swollen clit with her fingertips.
"Christ…" He slows down again, finding himself conflicted. Her request is such a stark contrast to how he prefers to touch her, but fuck, she makes it impossible to say no tonight.
"Please."
His flat hand slams down against her naked ass and he grunts when she clenches around him, causing a sensation he has never felt before, making his hips move on their own accord.
"Oh, fuck… Fuck!" She's practically screaming now. Except it's low and guttural, and unlike anything he has ever heard. He didn't know her petite body could make sounds like that.
"'Manda, I'm not gonna last long. Not like this."
"Me… God!" He spanks her again, making her arch her back. "Me neither."
Amanda reaches down further and swiftly moves two fingers inside, using her palm to rub against her clit. She finds herself filled in every way possible now, tiny black spots appearing before her eyes. She knows she won't be able to keep standing once the climax hits and she can only rely on his strength to keep her upright.
"Close." She whimpers, and then she sobs. "So… close."
While he mostly stills, his fingers digging into her skin, she uses her hand to fuck herself, frantically and desperately. "Right- shit. Right fucking… there!" She stumbles over her words, not sure if she's talking to herself or him.
Knees buckling and with all of her strength faltering, she falls forward, crying out while he trembles against and inside of her. His large hands somehow holding her up as he spills, letting out a few curses in the process.
As soon as her body goes limp, she expects him to follow, for his body to match hers, give her time to come down from the high. Place soft kisses against her shoulders and neck, tell her that he loves her.
But he doesn't.
Instead, he makes her groan when he pulls out abruptly before spinning her around.
Their lips meet in a sloppy kiss and her knees buckle again, her body still trying to recover from what just happened.
"I'm not done with you."
At first she's confused, and out of breath she tries to tell him that she doesn't know if she can take anymore. But he's quick to prove her wrong.
"You were on your knees for me, now it's time for me to reciprocate."
"A true feminist." She half laughs, half moans as he moves down, kissing the top of her pelvis.
"Spread your legs." He orders, and his rough voice, the way it vibrates against her is almost enough to push her over the edge, again.
"Bossy." Amanda smiles while widening her stance before one leg is lifted up and hooked over his shoulder.
Just as his mouth finds her clit, he pushes into her with two fingers, making her eyes roll back. She's never been this sensitive before, never been this close to what feels like complete and total combustion. The tail end of her first orgasm is still working its way through her, and here she is, moving towards her second in full speed.
"Cari- Fuck!" His name is cut short because the pressure building, the way her walls clench around him is unlike anything she has ever felt. But then again, it's been like that since their first kiss. Since he first put his hands on her. Everything with this man is just so beautifully different from all the others.
He slows down just a little, curling his fingers while carefully moving his tongue in long strokes until it settles over her clit again, massaging it expertly while her moans and whimpers are getting louder, shorter.
She grabs her own breasts, not so much for the pleasure but just for something to hold on to, something to ground her. It doesn't ground her at all, though. Not when he looks up at her, momentarily stops what he's doing and says with a hoarse voice "you're so fucking perfect."
And then he moves back in and speeds up, and for a moment she worries that she'll actually pass out right there and then. Her skin tingling all over, on fire, and she just can't get enough air down and into her aching lungs.
It's too much, she thinks, too fucking good. But with tears running down her face, her mouth open, chest heaving, she doesn't stand a chance to stop him. She has one choice and one choice only; to let go.
For a few seconds there's just white light, and she falls silent while holding her breath. And then it feels like all the tension that has ever been in her body, is released all at once.
With a raspy scream, she grinds against him one, two, three times and then the weirdest, most wonderful sensation spreads from between her legs, up her spine and all the way down to her toes.
It isn't until she opens her eyes again and her head falls forward that she notices the feeling of something wet and warm running down the inside of her thighs.
She breathes out a quiet "shit" when their eyes lock. "Did I just…?"
"Come all over my face?" He smirks while using the back of his hand to wipe away the remnants of her climax. "Yeah, you did."
He takes his time kissing his way up her shivering body until his mouth connects with hers, and Amanda lets out a final, soft moan when she tastes herself on his lips.
"You meant what you said, huh?" Carisi asks while resting his forehead against hers.
"Hm?"
"That sometimes you have sex with people who's a pain in the ass?"
She laughs before cupping his face, mumbling a tired "shut up" as she leans in for another kiss.