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Barefoot, in black trackpants and a white t-shirt, Carson leaned against the sleek marble island in the middle of her kitchen. The heavenly aroma of the cookies she had baking permeating the air around her. Though being a writer allowed her the privilege of working from home, she had called it quits earlier than normal today, fully intent on celebrating this once in a lifetime solar event with the woman she loved.
It would at least be once in their lifetime, because as into it as she was, it was hard to see herself and the gorgeous woman she was lucky enough to call hers becoming some type of Eclipse chaser. It had taken great effort to decorate the way she wanted, filling their modern home with suns and moons. Besides, life was beautiful enough being in Greta’s orbit.
Ever since they met, a serendipitous event that led to them running into each other three times in the same day, Carson had been struck by the other woman’s beauty. The first time, while at the local coffee shop, it was the redhead’s soulful eyes that drew Carson in. Full, painted lips she couldn’t stop staring at as they exchanged pleasantries stayed on her mind the rest of the morning.
When they ran into each other that afternoon at the mall, a place she rarely visited aside from the sporting goods stores, unlike the glamorous redhead, Carson thought it was a happy coincidence. Another chance to admire the gorgeous woman whose bountiful cleavage was a target Carson couldn’t miss. Though she was a feminist to her very core, she was only human after all. Sometimes, another core won out.
Much later that day, a little down on herself for not getting the beauty’s number, Carson met up with her friends for ladies night. She hadn’t wanted to go out, but she had promised the girls, and she was so damn tired of being perpetually alone. When it was Carson’s turn to get the next round, imagine her surprise when the prettiest girl she had ever seen was right there, leaning against the bar.
The captivating beauty’s name was Greta Gill, Carson learned when a little liquid courage allowed her to follow her destiny. Within minutes of them officially meeting, Carson realized that Greta was just as beautiful on the inside which made her heart beat for entirely different reasons than it had been all day.
Conversation flowed between them, open and honest in a way that had caught Carson off guard, but she appreciated greatly. It was refreshing to not have to hide any of the parts that made her who she was. Most importantly, since that day she has been Greta’s as much as Greta is hers.
Suddenly, keys jingling in the front door left Carson’s entire being leaping with joy. She was heading to greet her love even before her favorite voice called out, “honey, I’m home,” as she had every day for the 2.5 years they have lived together. Heart beating gayly, Carson was secure in the knowledge that once again, the redhead she loved more than she ever thought possible had come home to her.
The novelty of living with her favorite person on the planet had yet to wear off, and Carson hoped it never would. It didn’t seem likely to at this point, which is why she had finally worked up the nerve to propose six months ago. They had yet to set a date, but that didn’t really seem to matter all that much to either of them. They would legally marry eventually; they were already wives in every other way that mattered.
Carson stepped into the entryway the same time her fiancé bounded through, sin in heels. Greta’s favorite red dress flowing with her, a matching bag flung over her shoulder. Her on point fashion sense only part of the reason she commanded attention everywhere she went without having to say a word.
Greta’s larger than life energy drew everyone in. People across the spectrum of gender, sexualities, races. No one seemed immune to her lover’s charms, least of all Carson.
She knew firsthand how one could get lost in Greta’s curves, or with those deliciously long legs wrapped around their middle perfectly. Hips that swayed with each step towards Carson. Bodies that fit together like they were made for nothing else when they finally met after too many hours apart. Greta’s full breasts a perfect place for Carson to rest her head when she held her whole world in her arms.
Stretching till she was a breath away from Greta’s mouth, Carson whispered, “hey baby,” before planting a welcome home kiss on the only lips she had ever been addicted to. The same ones she intended to attach herself to for the rest of their lives. Minimum.
“Hey, Carse,” Greta whispered back, dropping her bag to the floor before greedily deepening their next kiss. Her moans both serving as a sexy reminder of their chemistry, and a promise of what was to come. Namely them.
Her body deciding for her that she couldn’t wait to pull more of those delicious sounds from her lover, Carson backed Greta against the wall. Bunching the dry clean only material into her palm, she was quickly eliminating the barrier between them when a high-pitched squawk broke their lustful spell.
“What the hell is that?” Greta cried out, eyes wide.
“Fuck, the cookies!” Carson exclaimed before jetting back to the kitchen, Greta right on her heels. As she opened the oven door and smoke billowed out, her lover thankfully raced to the smoke detector, turning off the deafening screech.
Grabbing the potholders, Carson yanked the cookie sheet out in dismay. What once was destined for deliciousness, now sat as charcoaled unrecognizable blobs. Annoyed, she tossed the whole damn thing onto the stovetop.
A giggling Greta saddled up behind her, wrapping long arms around her as she teased, “I don’t even know why you bother baking. Remember the first pie you made me?”
Of course, Carson knew exactly what her fiancé was talking about, but she wasn’t about to admit to that monstrosity, so instead she leaned into being the perv she was and husked, “I remember the first time I had your pie.”
Greta groaned, “no. Just…no.”
“I’m just saying,” Carson smirked, turning around to face her lover.
“I’m just saying,” Greta copied. “I thought we discussed you not using the oven without adult supervision.” Pleased with herself, the redhead began giggling all over again.
At risk of adding insult to injury, it was Carson’s turn to groan as she pointed around the room, “the cookies were supposed to go with the Eclipse theme.”
Only then did Greta turn and take in the many decorations surrounding them. Though to be fair, her arrival home had been a little alarming. Carson described the scene to Greta, “it’s the various stages of an eclipse.” Standing tall, Carson thought she was smooth as hell saying, “Like the moon will to the sun, you have totally eclipsed my heart.”
Greta shook her head without looking back. Carson could feel her lover’s eyes rolling as she said, “you’re ridiculous.”
“You love me anyways,” Carson said as fact, because she knew it was. Inexplicably, Greta loved her enough to tolerate all her shenanigans.
Even if she faux sighed, “I guess.”
Enamored by being roasted, Carson serenaded horribly off key, “turn around, bright eyes.”
The love of her life spun to her and asked, “seriously? Do you have any idea how depressing that song is? How toxic that couple is?”
Taking a moment to let the lyrics she had known at least most of her life marinate, it was Carson’s turn to groan. Shit. She was really knocking this whole day out of the park.
The words taking a minute to get out, but knowing Greta would always wait, Carson finally defended, “I just wanted to show you that you’re my favorite part of this universe, or any others.”
Closing the distance between them with purpose, Carson grabbed for her lover possessively. “You are my world. My love for you eclipses anything else.”
Their heat intensified as Greta sunk into their embrace, even as she said, “sweet baby Jesus, there is something wrong with you.”
“You picked me,” Carson gleefully reminded.
Greta’s eyes sparkled with nothing less than utter devotion as she teased, “mainly because there are better uses for that mouth.”
“This mouth?” Carson asked huskily before Greta lunged at her. Any plans she had for the afternoon melted away as their tongues explored familiar territory. As usual, Greta’s unbidden whimpers went right to Carson’s center.
The brunette’s body insistent on pinning Greta with the weight of their passion, the redhead didn't resist until they got almost to the countertop. Using her height and long, toned arms to her advantage, Greta pulled back enough to pant, “damn, Shaw.”
Taking that as an invitation, Carson kissed her again. Which, as expected, Greta met with fervor. Their connection too passionate to resist. It wasn't every weekday afternoon they got to share, and Carson planned on making the most of it.
This time, Greta broke completely away. Carson felt the loss at once and tried to rectify it, but Greta held her back. “Knock it off, you scamp. I have plans for us.”
That peaked Carson's interest enough to make her stop and ask, “you do?”
Greta giggled, “of course, my plan is just a lot simpler than yours. You, me, a bottle of moonshine and our backyard.”
Since that was a scene Carson had mostly already set up, complete with sleeping bags, outdoor pillows and a large outdoor speaker, she could get behind this idea of Greta’s. Though to be fair, she would have done anything the redhead wanted even if it inconvenienced her. Love was like that.
Getting drunk on a Monday afternoon was not on her agenda however, so she teased, “Miss Gill, are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?”
“I didn’t know I had to liquor you up for that,” Greta sassily purred before sauntering towards their bedroom to wash off the sweat of the workday and slip into something much more comfortable. Carson sent her off with a slap to that ass, enjoying the firmness against her palm, but she also had an ulterior motive.
Puttering around their room until she heard the shower turn on, Carson waited a minute to make sure Greta had really gotten in before sneaking into their closet. She still had plans for today, and they began and ended in their adult toy box.
Finding exactly what she wanted, their favorite dildo that vibrated the wearer just right, Carson paused to listen for any movement before quietly opening her drawer and pulling out the briefs that worked amazing for just this thing.
Stepping out of her pants to slip into them, Carson then pulled her pants back up and eased out their door undetected. On a mission now, Carson went to the kitchen, where she stopped long enough to open a window to air the room out before heading to their liquor cabinet and pulling out their favorite strawberries and cream moonshine.
Quickly now, Carson made her way to the sliding glass door before stopping just beside the doorway and stepping into her cushioned Adidas slides. Now outside, she had just finished making sure everything was set up the way she wanted it before she heard the glass slide open again.
Carson turned in time to see the super model she had somehow bagged step out the door. Though she would never get what Greta saw in plain old her, she vowed to worship the love of her life the way the redhead deserved. That she could for sure do.
As such, Carson made her way to the back deck, meeting Greta, even a vision in sweats, in the middle. It might have been unseasonably warm, but it still was early April so the attire made perfect sense.
“M’lady,” Carson curtsied, then held her arm out for her lover to take to be escorted to their little slice of paradise. They both settled down onto the pallet she had thrown together before Greta reached for the alcohol.
Holding it up, Greta scrunched her nose and asked, “no glasses?”
“Don’t be bougee, baby. It’s ‘shine,” Carson replied, grabbing the bottle from her fiancé’s hand and immediately twisting off the gold lid. She took a healthy swig before handing it back, chuckling when Greta did the same.
“I’ll show you bougee,” Greta said as she dropped to her knees. Before Carson could comment on what possibly had to be her favorite position, her lover had straddled her, her tits burying Carson’s face. Though she couldn’t breathe, if this was it for her, what a hell of a way to go out.
When her lover slightly shifted, Carson used the opportunity to drag Greta’s legs around her. She knew the moment Greta felt what was between her legs as she lightly gasped. Squirming already, Greta’s pupils were blown, and she began subconsciously biting her lower lip.
“Fuck, Shaw!”
“Oh, I intend to,” Carson smirked, then lifted Greta just slightly by her thighs. When Greta got the hint and knelt once again, Carson leaned back on her elbows and thrust up. Smoothly pulling her pants out from underneath them.
Eager for her, almost too eager, Greta helped by pulling them the rest of the way down and yanking her own off just as quickly. Noticing her lover’s lack of panties and wet curls was all it took for Carson to be overcome with need.
Growling, Carson flipped Greta onto her back before burying her face in Greta’s pot of gold. Lapping at her lover with an intensity she had only ever felt with the woman below her. She couldn’t get enough, so it was no hardship that she needed her lover as wet as possible for what came next.
Each little sound Carson pulled from her lover only increased her hunger until she relentlessly devoured her. Feasted like she had spent a lifetime without Greta’s sweetness on her lips. Erased any lovers that came before, and obliterated the chance that any would come after her.
No one would ever, could ever, fuck Greta like her, she’d make damn sure of it. It wasn’t Carson’s ego talking. It was trusting Greta when she declared it to be true. It was her complete devotion to Greta’s pleasure. It was the delicious proof that pooled between Greta’s legs. It was her body’s automatic response that were impossible to fake.
Like now when Greta’s pussy clenched around nothing as the orgasm ripped through her. Her outer lips pushing against Carson’s chin as she swore Shaw’s praises. Though Carson was eager to fill Greta, to fuck her into blissful oblivion, she couldn’t resist making Greta come for her one more time. There could never be enough lube.
Hunger temporarily satiated, Carson reached between her legs to turn the vibe on, ensuring they both reached maximum pleasure. This time Carson knelt before sliding up Greta’s body. She leaned on one elbow hard enough to support her weight as she kissed her lover with need. She used her free hand to line the strap up with Greta’s entrance.
Her lover’s body not only accepted the intrusion, but pulled the brunette into her heat again and again as Carson began fucking her with a steady rhythm. Sliding in as deep as she could before pulling almost all the way out. Each stroke ending with delicious pressure on Carson’s clit. Greta gasping each time only encouraged Carson to go harder. Faster. Deeper. The redhead’s legs spreading even wider to accommodate the urgency of Carson pounding her.
When she reached between them to stroke Greta’s bud of nerves, her lover came with a loud scream, pushing their centers together to extract every possible ounce of pleasure. The pressure being just right for Carson too to explode in climax.
Collapsing together in a sweaty heap, her weight on Greta in a way that took familiarity to be comfortable with, they both sighed in contentment. As they allowed their breathing, and heart rate, to slow, Carson realized she was awful thirsty.
Slowly pulling out, before reaching for the bottle, this time Carson handed it to Greta who took such a big gulp there was no way it didn’t go straight to her head. When Greta passed the ‘shine over, Carson quickly weighed her options and decided fuck it. Why not join her in this, like she did everything else.
Though her breathing had slowed, Carson was still so ready for her lover. Her pussy throbbed with the ache of want and need. She knew Greta enough to know her lover wasn’t done either and as the sky began to darken, Carson husked out, “ride me.”
Having completely missed her calling as a bull rider, Greta did just that. Climbed on and took them both for one hell of a ride, bobbing up and down. In a feat Carson would never understand, Greta somehow orchestrated both their releases to coincide with the moon blocking the sun. Right here, with this once in a lifetime girl, their passion could only be eclipsed by their love.
Ever grateful for the life they built together, and the fact they didn’t have neighbors close by, they continued to fuck the day away until both were too exhausted for another round. They would feel every bit of this tomorrow, and like everything else with Greta, it would be so worth it.