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.