“Janice,” Carla managed, gripping her arm. Janice could hear her confusion and her weariness at where this was headed. She was used to being in control. And up until now she’d been in control. She’d made love to Janice for hours, barely letting her breathe, much less recover before she’d started in again. She hadn’t even let her out of the bed until Janice had finally managed to outmaneuver her and make a mad dash to the bathroom just so she could pee.
Well, now it was her turn. And Carla wasn’t going to stop her.
Not this time.
Yearning now for so much more than the taste of her strawberry coated mouth, Janice shoved on her shoulders, pushing her back into the love seat.
“Janice,” she tried again.
“Shut up.” She went down on her knees and started tugging on her panties.
“Janice, wha—”
“I said, be quiet,” Janice said, still tugging. “Lift your hips,” she commanded.
“What are you—”
Janice burned a hard stare into her. “I told you I’m hungry. Now shut up and lift your hips.”
Carla visibly swallowed and complied. Janice tore her underwear from her and threw it back over her shoulder. Then she caught sight of the bra. “This too. It needs to go.” She forced it up over her head and tossed it, too, aside. “I want to see all of you,” she said, running her fingers down her body. “I want to watch your skin dampen with sweat and your muscles strain and constrict as I make love to you with my mouth.”
“Janice, Jesus,” Carla whispered.
Janice lowered herself and wrapped her hands under her thighs and up to her pelvis edging her closer. Then, as Carla said her name yet again, Janice attacked her inner thighs, inched her even closer and then sank her mouth into her flesh. The moist, salty taste of Carla hit her the same second as Carla’s throaty cry. Both instantly set off a frenzy inside her and she went insane. Literally lost herself totally and completely, with nothing but the primal need to consume Carla surging through her. She was like an animal, driven by instinct alone, as if she needed her to survive. And her cries, her heavenly cries, were like the life force that made her heart beat, that fueled her raging fire, insisting and ensuring that she keep going, keep wanting, keep needing.
And she did. Relentlessly. Quickly finding Carla’s favorite spot and assaulting it with heavy swirls of her tongue and long, firm sucks with her lips. Driving Carla mad, until the sheen of sweat she’d longed to see on her body appeared and her muscles writhed beneath her tanned skin as she clawed at Janice, just as she’d clawed helplessly at Carla while writhing like a mad woman against her satin sheets, convinced she would never experience anything as fucking good as what she was then.
But now she was proving herself wrong.
Because this, the taste of Carla. The fucking feel of her flesh, like the silk covering her bed only softer, slicker, hotter, matched what she’d felt earlier when Carla’s mouth was devouring her.
To say she understood what Carla had felt doing this to her would not come close to being sufficient. She not only understood. She felt it in her bones. And Carla’s confession, telling her that she fucking loved doing it, didn’t do justice to how she felt as Carla called out to her, shuddered into her and pulled and clung and clawed at her, so overcome with pleasure Janice knew she had gone beyond reality.
No, Janice didn’t just fucking love doing it.
She’d fucking kill to do it.
As if she’d heard her thoughts, Carla fell back against the cushions, shook her head from side to side and began mouthing unintelligible words as her hips began to thrust, eager for more of Janice. Janice pressed into her harder, circled her tongue around and around and then rested fully on her clit, assaulting it while keeping it smothered. Carla’s clenched eyes flew open and she came up off the back cushions.
“Janice,” she pleaded. “Janice, fuck. Oh fuck. I’m gonna—oh God, I’m com—I’m fucking coming.”
She arched, taut breasts and open mouth aimed at the ceiling and let out the deepest, throatiest cry Janice had ever heard. A cry that lasted longer than any pair of human lungs could possibly be capable of. And yet it went on and on as Carla’s entire body froze with strain and her grip on Janice’s head fiercely locked, unwilling to let her escape until her flesh had taken all the pleasure it could possibly stand.
Giving to her, watching her and feeling her at that moment, was the most magnificent thing Janice had ever experienced. And she wished, wished more than anything, she could stay there with her, frozen in time, just like her body. But eventually her cry faltered and her body went limp and Janice gently pulled away. She saw the flush of her cheeks, the deep red of her blood filled lips and the deep but easily seen emotion in her heavy lidded eyes and Janice now wished for that to be the moment she could freeze in time.
For there had never been anything more beautiful in existence.
Janice slowly stood and brushed the backs of her fingers along Carla’s face.
“I don’t want this night to ever end,” she said. “But I know it has to.”
Carla took hold of her hand and kissed it. “Come here.” She pulled her down and Janice straddled her, lost once again in her eyes. “Don’t think about anything else. Just us. Right here, right now.”
She shifted and reclined them onto the cushions, holding Janice tight.
“Okay?” She kissed her hand again.
Janice swallowed, doing her best to force the rising emotion down.
“Okay.”
“Good,” Carla said softly. “Now be quiet and kiss me.”
Janice laughed softly at the emulating of her own bossiness. The feel of Carla’s lips silenced her, though, and with that tender, sensual kiss, everything slowly righted itself once again.
If only for the moment.
A moment Janice was determined to enjoy.
Chapter Twenty-five
Carla woke but her mind was still far too foggy with sleep to understand why. Her eyes slowly opened, and the reason why became apparent, shining directly upon her face. A bright wedge of sunlight had snuck in through the side of the window and, instinctively, her hand shot up to her brow for protection as she slipped from the bed to quickly adjust the curtain.
The sudden movement was too much for her exhausted brain and body, though, and she stumbled back into the covers for more rest. The fatigue, however, did little to douse the smile that came when she snuggled into Janice from behind and lost herself in the scent of her hair and the incredible warmth and softness of her creamy skin. She felt so damn good in her arms, Carla easily melted, and the heavy pull of sleep easily lured her in again.
She dreamt of Janice’s warmth and rhythmic breathing. Of distant knocking and calling voices. All of it swam together in her slumbering mind, somehow making sense. But Janice’s stirring began to rouse her, and when she spoke, Carla was already struggling to regain focus.
“Did you hear something?” Janice asked, squeezing her hand in hers. Sleep was still clinging to her tightly as well. Her voice was riddled with it and her words slurred some.
“Hmm?”
“Thought I heard something.”
Carla held her tighter. “Like what?”
But then Carla heard it too and they both stiffened. There was movement outside the bedroom door. In the house.