by Ronica Black
Carla kissed her way down her chest and paused to graze the back of her fingers across her covered nipples. Janice shook and then she cried out softly when Carla covered her erect nipples with her mouth and plied them with kisses through the fabric.
“Carla,” she pleaded. “Oh God, you don’t know what that’s doing to me.”
“Oh, but I do,” Carla said as she reached back and unfastened her bra. She eased it from her body and tossed it aside like she had done with her shirt. Then she leaned down next to her ear and whispered, “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”
She again skimmed the back of her fingers down her chest to her bare breasts. She traced them around and around her nipples, causing them to bunch and harden with a hunger for touch, driving Janice completely mad. At long last, she gave in and grazed her erect buds while she vigorously fed on the delicate skin of her neck. Janice’s body shuddered beneath her and her soft cries grew louder and evolved into desperate pleas. She gripped Carla’s wrists as if she were somehow trying to control the insane pleasure her fingers were creating.
Janice nibbled her neck, relishing the feel and taste of her skin.
“I don’t know what’s more beautiful,” she said again into her ear. “The reactions of your heavenly body or sounds of sheer pleasure coming from your soul.”
“Oh, dear sweet God, Carla,” she let out, sinking her fingernails into Carla’s wrists. “I can’t take it it feels so good.”
“You can take it, baby. You’ll be surprised at how much pleasure you can take.” She kissed her way back down and held Janice firmly as she first teased her awakened breasts with her breath and then saturated them with her mouth. Janice hissed and cried out, knotting her hands in Carla’s hair. Carla felt her legs try to buckle twice, but she held her tight as she continued her sensual assault. Janice’s cries and frenzied clawing caused Carla’s own body to begin to scream for touch. It had been a very long time since she’d felt the heavy pulse of her flesh nestled between her legs. But this pulse, this new one beating for Janice was so fierce and so strong the throbbing resonated throughout her body. From head to toe, she thrummed, craving for touch. To give it and receive it. Because she was quickly learning that giving to Janice felt like Janice was giving to her. Like she was mirroring Carla’s touch and caress back onto her. Only those mirroring touches weren’t near enough. They were teases, grazes, meant to awaken, to stir.
And they were succeeding.
She gave Janice one last, long round of heavy tonguing and kisses and then rose to speak yet again in her ear. The raging need of her own body had so aroused her thoughts, she almost couldn’t find her voice to get the words out.
“I’ve got to touch you,” she said, feeling heady at the sweet shampoo scent of her hair. “I’ve got to feel you.”
“You are,” Janice said, still breathless.
“No,” Carla said. “I want to feel you somewhere else.” She traced her hand down her middle to the waistline of her shorts. She hurriedly unfastened them and eased them open. The smooth plains of Janice’s stomach quivered as Carla lingered at the edge of her panties. “I want to feel you here, Janice,” she said, slowly lowering her hand inside the front of her cotton panties. Janice let out a shaky breath and held tightly to her, as if she knew her legs would most likely give at any moment.
And when Carla sank her hand in farther and found her slick, silky center, Janice did indeed buckle as Carla groaned with delight.
“No, no, no,” Carla said, pressing her hand into her lower back for better support. “You can’t go down yet, baby. Not yet. I want you to stand here and feel my touch. Feel the way my fingers slide into your folds, glide along your most sensitive spot, searing you with pleasure. I want you to feel that. I want you to stand here in my arms and feel that until you literally cannot stand here with me anymore.”
Carla licked her ear and sucked on her lobe as her hand began to work her, massaging her cleft until it was slick and swollen with an eagerness for her continued attention. Janice’s cries and pleas increased as her weak but electrified body moved against her, desperate and demanding.
“I can’t believe how good you feel,” Carla said, her face burning with pent desire. “You’re so wet. So silky hot. It’s like you can’t get enough. Like you’ve never been touched before.”
“I haven’t,” Janice said. “Not like this.”
“I don’t believe you,” Carla said. “No one has touched you here?”
Janice made a noise and jerked as another obvious shot of pleasure came over her. “No. With Chuck—no. There wasn’t much foreplay.”
Carla stilled and Janice would’ve collapsed if Carla had not braced her.
“I don’t understand,” Carla said. “How in the hell did he keep his hands off you? More importantly, why in the hell did he keep his hands off you?”
Janice seemed at a loss for words. “I don’t know. I guess it was me. There was something wrong with me.”
“No, Janice. It wasn’t you. I know with every ounce of my being that it wasn’t you. Especially now. Now that I’ve seen you, kissed you, touched you, and witnessed the way you react. I mean, Jesus Christ. You’re—fucking incredible. No, my dear, sweet woman, it most certainly was not you.”
Carla slowly slid her hand from her panties and pressed a finger to her chin, not liking the sadness that seemed to have come over her.
“You haven’t always blamed yourself for that have you?”
She wouldn’t meet her gaze.
“Hey,” Carla said softly.
“Chuck wasn’t a bad lover. I don’t think. He just—wasn’t into me, I guess. And I wasn’t into him.”
“He was a fool. Or crazy. Or both.” She tipped her chin again and this time Janice looked at her.
“You absolutely take my breath away,” Carla said, lost in her eyes. “So much so, that I’ve forgotten what I was going to say. So, I think I’m going to have to do what I did earlier and skip trying to express my desire with words and just get back to showing you.” She kissed her. Softly. Delicately. “How does that sound?”
“I don’t have any complaints so far.”
Carla laughed and scooped her up quickly and deposited her on the bed. She crawled up to her, kissed her passionately, until Janice was moaning into her and tearing at her shirt. Carla sat up, ripped off her top, and stripped off her bra. She was about to lean down for another kiss, but Janice stopped her by reaching out to touch her breasts. She did so tentatively, with light, curious fingers that gently skimmed and caressed. Carla found herself inhaling sharply at the sensations being brought to life in her nipples. She tried to remain still, seeing how much Janice was enjoying herself in touching her, but despite closing her eyes and steadying her breathing, the pleasure was too much and her desire for Janice won out.
Chapter Twenty-three
I’m dreaming.
I must be.
I’ve imagined this moment so much I can’t tell whether it’s really happening or not.
Janice was having trouble accepting reality. The moment was just too good to be real. Carla was right there next to her in the glow of candlelight, breathing hard, her small, taut breasts sharp with excitement, pebbling at her touch.
And her skin, oh dear Lord, her skin. So unbelievably soft beneath her fingers Janice had gasped right along with her at first contact. Now, as she continued to caress and explore, Carla’s body had tightened with gooseflesh and she was beginning to tremble with her every stroke. As much as touching this goddess before her and eliciting such responses was exciting her, it was the way she was looking at her that was so profoundly moving.
Janice never, ever could’ve imagined the powerful, raw desire and deep, meaningful emotion she was seeing in her right then.
This could not possibly be a dream.
It was real.
She was real.
“Oh, my God,” Janice said aloud as Carla once again crawled atop her and began to devour her neck and tease
her ear with raspy whispers of desire.
“I love the way you smell, the way you feel and the way you taste. Your skin, your lips, your tongue. But I want more. I want to know what you taste like…” She shifted and lowered her hand to press against the flesh between Janice’s legs. “Here,” she said.
Janice moaned and arched slightly as both the words and massage of her hand infiltrated.
“Let me guess, no one has ever kissed you here either,” Carla said, moving downward, brushing her lips and breathing upon her body as she went, before coming to rest at the waistline of her shorts.
“No.”
Carla pulled down her open shorts and freed them from her legs. Then she maneuvered herself between her legs where she began teasing her sensitive inner thighs just as she had the rest of her.
Janice jerked and twitched, unable to remain still. Her body was reacting on its own accord, like it was one giant nerve ending, dangerously exposed and Carla was toying with it.
“Carla,” she pleaded. “You’re—killing me.”
Carla kept on, making pleasurable noises of her own as she worked, winding Janice up, priming her for what was to come. When she finally moved her mouth to Janice’s center and began kissing her through her panties, Janice jolted, her head and shoulders coming up off the bed, her hands clinging to Carla’s head.
“Oh God!” She let out. “Wha—Oh, Jesus, God.”
“Feel good, baby?”
“Mm, yes. I—it’s—”
“Almost unbearable?”
Janice was straining, staring down at her, holding desperately to her.
“Hmm?” Carla said as she teased her some more.
“Ye-yes.” Janice struggled to swallow. “Yes.”
“It gets better,” she said. “You won’t believe how much better.” She hovered above her a few seconds, then gave her a wicked grin and full on kissed her through her panties, urging her tongue against her aching clit.
Janice cried out and came up farther off the bed, the exposed nerve ending of her body now completely stimulated.
“Carla,” she rasped. Carla pressed harder, deeper, the saturation of the heavy heat of her mouth now as equally affecting as her eager tongue. “Carla,” Janice let out again, clenching her eyes as her arms burned and trembled from their desperate grip.
Carla moaned and slowed to a stop. Janice, with her eyes still clenched and her pulse on overdrive, tried to catch her breath.
“Janice,” Carla said. “Janice, open your eyes, baby.”
Janice looked at her.
To her surprise, Carla pushed away from her and crawled from the bed. The absence of her between her legs was felt at once and Janice made a small noise of protest, unsure what was happening.
“Come here,” Carla said, reaching out for her hand. She brought Janice to a stand and led her to the side of the bed where she pulled back the covers and rearranged the pillows. Then she faced her, lightly touched her cheek, and knelt to carefully remove her panties. She grazed her with her fingernails as she came back up and then quickly removed her own remaining clothes.
Janice could make out the firm, etched contours of her body and she burned with a hunger and need so powerful, she was sure she was about to burst into flames. And yet, as overwhelming as the sight of her nude body was, Janice couldn’t tear her gaze away from her eyes. For they were locked on to hers, reflecting everything Janice was thinking and feeling and searing it right back into her. They were connected, communicating, sharing. Without a single word.
Carla reached out, pulled her closer. Hot skin against hot skin, solidifying the connection.
“Lie down,” Carla said, leading her onto the bed.
Janice relaxed back onto the pillows and smoothed her hands over the cool satin like she did each and every night.
“I’m never going to forget the way you look right now,” Carla said. “Lying there on those shimmering sheets, looking up at me like you’ve been waiting for me to make love to you your entire life.”
“I have,” Janice said. “I’ve waited so long.”
Carla touched her leg and traced up to her inner thigh. Janice sighed and welcomed her further by easing her legs apart.
“You touched me like this, didn’t you?” Carla asked. “It came to me as I was driving here tonight. I recalled a lot of things tonight actually. Things you’ve said, their meaning somehow missed by me. And I remembered your touch. Like this. On my leg. And I remembered how badly I wanted it, how I begged you for it. But mostly, and more importantly, I remembered how badly you wanted to give it to me. You did want it badly, didn’t you?”
“It took everything I had to stop.”
“I’m sorry I missed those moments with you. I’d give anything to get them back.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t share those things with you when you weren’t drunk on wine.”
Carla climbed onto the bed, settled on top of her and maneuvered herself between her thighs.
“Next to those apologies, I wish there was some way to make it up to one another.”
“Oh, I think we can come up with something. Like maybe we should try our very best to make up for lost time.”
“That could be fun. When should we start?”
“Right now.”
“Now?”
Janice laughed and held her tightly. “Yes, before any more time passes us by.”
“Yes,” Carla said. “I don’t want to waste another second.” She kissed her deeply, claiming her with long, slick, probes of her tongue. Janice answered with a soft noise of approval and the running of her nails up and down Carla’s back. Janice kept the scratches purposefully slight at first. But then slowly, and coinciding with their kiss, she increased the pressure. Until finally her fingernails penetrated enough to make Carla arch and groan. The thrill of her reaction was head spinning, but it was the aggression that came over her face that got to Janice the most. It was the same look she’d seen in her earlier when she’d lightly bitten her lip. Now it had returned, roaring to the surface and Janice knew that this time it wouldn’t settle for anything short of absolute satisfaction.
“Oh, fuck, Janice,” she said, staring down at her like a pacing, caged lion, hell-bent on breaking free. “How do you know how to get to me? How? Are you even aware of what you’re doing to me?”
“I am now.” She felt herself smirk and she opened herself more, loving the way Carla’s body felt pressed tightly against her.
Carla seemed to understand, and she rocked into her, sliding her thigh along Janice’s offered center.
“You’re so wet,” she whispered. “So blessedly wet.”
Janice lifted her hips to match her rhythm, dying for the contact. She ran her nails along her spine again and into her hair where she began to graze her scalp. Carla closed her eyes, obviously affected and she kissed her again, plunging her tongue into her over and over while fucking her with her body. And then, as Janice dug and clawed more at her skin and scalp, Carla tore away and slid down between her legs and without warning or any further hesitation, took Janice in and fed.
The hot, wet heat of her mouth on her most sensitive, sacred flesh sent a tidal wave of the most insane pleasure she’d ever felt right up through her body and into her brain where it saturated and pulsed, and attempted to squeeze every last bit of ecstasy it could from those pleasure inducing chemicals. It was a mission that seemed endless, rocketing through her continuously, filling her so full of erotic bliss, she was sure she was going to lose consciousness.
But conscious she remained, feeling every last sensation Carla and her overly generous mouth gave to her, seemingly unaware that she was edging Janice toward the cliff of ultimate euphoria. Seemingly unconcerned that her continuing would surely cause Janice to fall off the side of that cliff and lose herself completely, maybe never to return again.
Janice had to tell her. She was approaching the cliff fast, Carla all but shoving her toward it. She finally found the ability to once again form words
and tried to tell Carla what was happening. But Carla just laughed, sinister-like, which confirmed that she was very much aware after all and that she wasn’t about to let up.
Janice begged and pleaded with her, head thrashing, limbs shaking, hands clinging. But Carla wouldn’t stop. And the pleasure kept coming. Faster, harder, heavier, hotter. Burning holes right through her brain while setting the rest of her afire.
Words she’d never spoken before came from her. Sounds she didn’t know she could make birthed from deep inside. Beads of sweat on her chest and abdomen reflected the candlelight and dampened her hair. The silk of her sheets made love to her back as she writhed and Carla, Carla branded her own feelings into her with long, intense looks from her fiery irises, lit up with that predatory look Janice had seen in her earlier.
The predator was now satiating itself on its prey.
“You’re loving this,” Janice said, staring back into her, watching as she was bringing her to the brink of heaven and beyond.
Carla closed her eyes and broke away just long enough to say, “I’m fucking loving it.”
With the penetration of that statement, an overwhelming need and desire to do the same to Carla with her own mouth slammed through her and she suddenly understood.
And as Carla reattached to her and flicked and swirled her heavenly tongue on and around her aching clitoris, and more pleasure surged through her, Janice knotted her hands in her hair and spoke of her need.
“Oh, dear God, Carla, I can’t wait to do this to you.”
She heard Carla groan and felt her focus and punish her clit, pulsing her slick tongue against it and a raging inferno tore through her body and pushed beneath her skin.
With her most powerful desire having been spoken aloud, Janice angled her chin upward and cried out into the night as all the hot, sultry pleasure Carla was giving her, finally gathered and then exploded, shoving her over the edge of that cliff, sending her down, down, down into the beautiful land of erotic paradise, until her body and mind slowed, coming to rest on a floating cloud, where everything she’d just felt and experienced settled upon her bare skin like a warm, all-knowing, all-comforting blanket.