“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.