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“Carla?” Lisa questioned as she answered the phone half dazed. Her voice thick with sleep. “Are you okay?” Lisa asked before allowing Carla time to answer to verify it was her.
Lisa felt confused, her mind hazy and her eyes blurred as she shuffled to sit up in bed, gathering her thoughts together as she adjusted herself to her own surroundings.
Carla hesitated for a moment. Guilt immediately creeping in as she could hear Lisa’s voice thick with sleep—clearly evident that she’d just woken her up from a deep slumber.
“Hey, Lisa.” Carla finally broke her silence. Her voice trembled with nerves as she braced herself for Lisa’s reaction, not knowing how the blonde would react to her debacle.
“I’m so sorry to bother you this late, but my business meeting overran and I missed my last train…I didn’t know who else to call.” Carla finished as she waited in anticipation.
It was true—her business meeting had overran.
Her client was over an hour late, completely disorganised. Carla didn’t even know why she stayed, apart from the fact that she wanted the business—she always wanted the business.
That’s why she was always willing to travel, attend the swanky business meetings, spend time with the countless number of smarmy men—one of the disadvantages of running a business in sexy women’s lingerie—and, as it happens, to add to the list of disadvantages now—become stranded in unfamiliar cities at ridiculous hours past midnight.
There was a pause on the other end, and Carla could almost hear Lisa processing what she was hinting at; Carla wanted Lisa get up in the middle of the night and drive to god knows where to pick her up and bring her home.
Before Lisa could answer, Carla spoke again. Softer this time, if that was at all possible. A hint of mischief laced in her voice. “I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.” Carla whispered—where had that come from? Was she trying to flirt?
Lisa swallowed thickly. She could feel the heat rising ever so slightly in her cheeks, so she climbed out of bed, put Carla on speaker before slipping on a pair of joggers over her sleep shorts and a baggy hoodie over her pyjama top.
“Oh you will, will you?” Lisa reciprocated the teasing, but quickly continued before she could give Carla time to answer that. “Send me your location, I’ll set off in five minutes.”
“Oh, Lisa. You’re amaz—“ Carla was cut off as the line went dead.
Fuck—
Carla really hoped she hadn’t messed up. She quickly sent Lisa her location before the blonde could change her mind—Liverpool Lime Street Railway Station—she then thought she should have maybe let Lisa know she was an hour away—
“Got it, L xx”
When the text came through. Carla smiled dumbly at her phone. How such a simple, brief message could bring out such a smile, but the very reason it was from Lisa made everything better.
As Lisa pulled up to the curb, Carla climbed in the passenger seat, her expression a mix of elation and relief. “Man, am I pleased to see you.” Carla remarked, her face still beaming.
“I’m so grateful Lisa, thank you so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Carla offered her a kind smile, which Lisa reciprocated.
Carla didn’t think Lisa looked too impressed as she’d pulled up, but she’d noticed the blonde’s features soften as she climbed into the car and settled beside her in the passenger seat.
Carla felt warmth at the way Lisa always managed to soften with her.
Even when they’d spent that night in The Rovers, Lisa seemingly carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders; downing her wine in a matter of seconds. Feeling uncomfortable at the prospect of sharing the pub with her colleague, the man she’d wrongly arrested and the solicitor who was angry at her for not working hard enough, but yet even after Carla’s kind offer of asking if she wanted to go somewhere else, one look at the brunette sitting opposite her and everything just felt better — along with a top up of wine of course.
“Carla, you must be freezing!” Lisa gestured to the brunette as she shivered, turning up the heating in Lisa’s car like it was her own.
“Here—“ Lisa reached round to the backseat to grab her navy blue coat—put this over you and with the heating on, you should warm up soon.
“Thank you.” Carla smiled bashfully towards Lisa. She felt that familiar warmth fill her heart again at the small gestures that Lisa always offered when it was just the two of them. Just Lisa and Carla; not DS Swain and Carla or Lisa, the Mum to Betsy. Just Lisa.
Lisa pulled away, and as they began their journey back home, they both settled into a comfortable silence. After a few moments, Carla turned towards the blonde, shifting in her seat.
Lisa felt Carla’s eyes on her, catching a stolen glance as she quickly looked to her left, before averting her eyes back to the road.
“Are you mad at me for calling you so late?” Carla asked, a frown etched on her face.
Lisa sighed softly—
“No, I’m not mad at you Carla. I just— I don’t know why you called me?” Lisa asked gently, not meaning anything by it, just, Carla was a popular woman and she just couldn’t understand why Carla would call her out if everyone she knew.
“Lisa, you’re the only real friend I’ve had since Michelle left for Ireland— and before you say anything, Roy and Ryan don’t count. They’re practically family. So I didn’t know who to call. But you were the first person I thought of.” Carla’s frown soon turned softer as she saw Lisa’s own expression soften as they shared a silent understanding between one another.
Carla’s eyes fell on Lisa’s form as she was still sat twisted in her seat, facing Lisa. She reached out gently, to lift the blonde’s hoodie up slightly as she caught a glimpse of what was underneath. She raised an eyebrow.
“What?” Lisa stole another quick glance at Carla as she felt a faint blush creep up her neck. “Yes, I’ve got my pyjamas on, what did you expect?”
Carla shrugs innocently, but just as she does, the engine starts to sputter. Lisa glances at the dashboard, her heart sinks as the engine starts to rattle ominously.
“Oh no.” Lisa breathes out. “That’s not good.”
Lisa looks to Carla, but before the brunette can respond, the car coasts off the A road to a halt, the night enveloping them in the darkness.
“Have we broken down?” Carla asks looking around her.
Luckily, they’d coasted off the road away from danger; the car managing to creep just in the outstretches of a services car park, in the darkness among all the trees.
“Looks like it.” Lisa replied with an exasperated sigh. Lisa tries to turn the key in the ignition, but the engine is unresponsive.
“Well, we definitely aren’t going anywhere.” Lisa sat back in her seat, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Carla felt the weight of Lisa’s emotions mixed with her own. The familiar guilt creeping in from earlier clouding the playful element they’d both been in only minutes ago.
“What do we do now?” Carla asked, as if Lisa held all the answers.
Without waiting for Lisa to reply, she glanced at her mobile—
No service.
With that, Carla opened the door and was just about to climb out the car, before Lisa turned to her, “where are you going?” Lisa quirked her eyebrow.
“Going to see if that Premier Inn over there has any spare rooms. It’s hardly The Ritz, but it’ll do.” Carla jested, desperate to playfully turn this situation into anything but what it actually was— a nightmare.
“The Ritz?!” Lisa questioned as she got out of her car to follow Carla. “Absolutely nothing wrong with a Premier Inn or a Travelodge! Stayed in plenty due to family holidays in our time with Bets and Becky.” Lisa smiled at the memory.
Carla playfully nudged Lisa’s shoulder as they walked side by side through the grass and trees and into the Hotel through the distance.
“Maybe you could gift me and Betsy a night in the Ritz? You know, as a way of making it up to me. After all, you said you owed me.” Lisa teased, watching the faint dusting of pink grace Carla’s cheeks, just illuminating her enough under the moonlight.
“Err— I think you’ll owe me at this rate missus. I wanted rescuing from Liverpool and taking home—not breaking down miles away from home and spending the night in some—“ Carla paused as Lisa shot her a playful glare “beautiful place.” Carla threw her arms up dramatically as they reached the path leading up to the entrance.
“Hi, Welcome!” A tall handsome man greets them at the reception desk as Carla and Lisa approach.
“Hi, um, do you have any rooms available, just for the night?” Lisa asked politely as she studied the man behind the counter.
His voice was rough, gruff. He was scruffy looking but in a tidy looking way somehow. He tapped away on his computer, before his face fell slightly.
He looked between both women, “we only have one double room available I’m afraid.”
He was just about to turn away, suspecting that this wasn’t what they were looking for when Carla grew annoyed at his blatant judgement over the pair.
“We’ll take it.” Carla said authoritatively as she slowly ran her fingers through Lisa’s hair, gently brushing at her cheek with the gesture, slow enough that the judgey receptionist behind the counter had a long enough stare.
“I-uh-ye-um, sure. No prob-lem.” He stuttered through his sentence, completely embarrassed by his own behaviour.
Lisa felt both a thrill and electricity coursing through her veins at Carla’s blatant authoritative tone and complete disregard to his rudeness.
The thrill had come from Carla confidently insinuating that they were a couple and the electricity from Carla’s lingering touch.
Carla took the room key off the receptionist with a little bit more force than intended, slipped her hand into the back pocket of Lisa’s joggers and turned them both in the direction of the staircase up to the first floor.
Lisa felt exhilarated as the soft closing door shut behind them as they ascended the staircase.
“You didn’t have to do that, you know.” Lisa said shyly, “I got used to it with Bex and well, just got to a point where we booked everything online really.” Lisa admitted quietly, unsure if the rise of heat up her neck was due to the topic of conversation or the fact that Carla’s hand was still sitting in her back pocket, thumb caressing the fabric beneath it.
Carla must have noticed because she quickly removed her hand. “Shit, sorry—“ Carla quickly apologised, unwillingly not wanting to cross a line with Lisa—not again, anyway.
Not since they’d had their almost moment—almost in Carla’s flat, after almost sharing two bottles of red wine.
They’d worked so hard together to get past that and despite Carla insinuating that Lisa must think she was a tourist, they’d come a long way as friends, and even though Carla really did like Lisa way more than a friend, neither woman was ever going to admit how they truly felt in fear of losing whatever this was.
Lisa smiled, acknowledging Carla’s apology but still a little saddened, to her own surprise, by the loss of contact.
Lisa had seen a different side to Carla tonight. She’d seen her go from vulnerable and needy, to grateful, thankful to playful with a little teasing.
It had been nice spending time with each other outside of the factory, outside of the cobbles and away from other residents and of course her daughter, Betsy.
Maybe somehow Lisa definitely needed to suggest they spend some time together outside of their cosy village and their busy lives. After all, Carla did say she owed her for crawling out of bed in the middle of the night to save her ass from being stranded in Liverpool—even though they were ironically still stranded away from home—but at least they were safe and in good company.
As Carla entered the keycard and slipped into the room with Lisa behind, her eyes fell immediately upon the intimacy of the tight simple space.
A standard size double bed sat central in the room, with a two seater sofa against the wall just below the one window that looked out over the dark, barely lit car park.
There was a small bedside table either side of the double bed, one of which held a basic small white travel kettle, two small white cups and a tidy selection of tea and coffee, miniature UHT milk cartons and sachets of white and brown sugar.
“I’ll take the sofa.” Lisa broke the silence as she smirked at Carla’s expression, standing there in disbelief.
Carla broke from her trance. “No, I’ll sleep on the sofa. Please, Lisa. It’s the least I can do. You’ve come all this way in the middle of the night for me and now you’re stuck in here, because of me.” Carla insisted.
“Okay, fine.” Lisa gave in quickly as she pulled her hoodie over her head to reveal a baggy pale pink t-shirt, “but you can sleep in my clothes—I’ve got my pyjamas on and a duvet—you’ll be freezing with just my coat thrown over you!” Lisa handed Carla her oversized hoodie, watching the brunette intently as she slid her joggers off to reveal a pale pink matching pair of sleep shorts underneath—Carla couldn’t peel her eyes away as more and more pink flesh adorned in pale pink clothing was uncovered, until she began to feel rather hot under the collar and with a choked breath, she headed quickly to the bathroom to re-dress in Lisa’s warmer clothes.
Once Carla eventually came back out the bathroom, Lisa was tucked under the covers with a soft smile on her face as her eyes landed on Carla wearing her oversized hoodie and joggers.
She’d been in the drawers on the side of the bed and managed to find a couple of pillows and a proper blanket, and she’d made up a makeshift bed for Carla on the sofa, although Lisa really did wish Carla had let her take the sofa—she might have been dragged out by Carla in the middle of the night, but it was her and her crappy Citroën that had landed them in this place, she thought.
A few more moments had passed. Carla too had settled into the makeshift bed Lisa made up for her and Lisa had turned the lights out.
“Carla?” Lisa whispered into the darkness.
A wry smile spread across Carla’s face, grateful that Lisa couldn’t see her own faint blush this time.
“Yeah?” Carla answered.
“You still awake?” Lisa asked before cursing herself for asking such a ridiculous question when Carla had just answered the first one.
“No. I uh— talk in my sleep actually. Answer questions. Tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.” Carla replied her tone serious and stoic before she burst into ripples of laughter.
Lisa responded by launching a pillow in Carla’s direction “behave, I’m trying to be serious.”
“Okay, okay, yeah I’m awake. What’s up?” Carla said, turning on the sofa to face Lisa who was now propped up in bed. Carla could just make out her silhouette.
“You’ve just been awfully quiet since we’ve got here. Is everything okay?” Lisa asked sheepishly.
Carla took a deep breath, “I just…I really do feel bad for calling you. If I hadn’t called you, then we both wouldn’t have ended up here. You really were the first person I thought of calling though…the only person who I thought would actually bail me out.” Carla admitted.
“You really think that much of me?” Lisa asked, her cheeks gently flushing.
Carla sighed, “of course I do Lisa. I thought we were past thing whole ‘are we friends or are we not friends’ thing. I genuinely enjoy your company so much, I like having you around and I miss it when we don’t hang out. I miss our nights drinking in The Rovers or The Bistro, and I miss you coming into the factory like you used to, saying you were just in the area. Although I do think that was always an excuse just to come in.” Carla teased.
Another pillow flew in Carla’s direction as she broke into a ripple of laughter again, but Carla saw the outline of the pillow hurtling in her direction this time, grabbing it and cuddling it under the blanket which was thrown over her.
“Hey! I don’t have any pillows now.” Lisa called out in jest.
“Should have thought about that before you threw it in my direction.” Carla teased.
Lisa felt a warmth spread through her as she allowed Carla’s words to sink in.
She often worried about the status of their friendship, especially after their almost moment—almost, but Lisa sometimes couldn’t get her head around the fact that someone as glamorous and strong-minded as Carla actually wanted to be friends with Lisa—a copper.
“I miss you too, you know.” Lisa then threw back the covers on the other side of the bed, “come over here.” She said, inviting Carla in.
“You look freezing over there and I want my pillows back.” Lisa teased.
“Are you—are you sure?” Carla sat up a little skeptically. Hesitating before accepting Lisa’s full invitation. Carla had to ask—she couldn’t read Lisa’s expression in the darkened room.
“It’s been a while since I’ve shared a bed with anyone…” Lisa admitted, “but—but I trust you Carla. Just…”
“Lisa, it’s okay—I know how to keep my hands to myself.” Carla interrupted, teasing Lisa to the point where her cheeks burned a hot pink this time.
Carla slipped in under the covers next to Lisa, bringing back the pillows Lisa had thrown at her, so they had one each.
The warmth of the shared space enveloped them.
Carla turned to face Lisa, a shy smile graced her face. As they lay facing each other, the silence of the room felt charged with unspoken feelings, both women aware that something significant was happening between them, despite being just friends, the feelings that lay dormant for each other began to simmer at the surface, threatening to break both their walls down and pour out, but the exhaustion of the day soon swept over them and they both fell into a peaceful slumber.
In the stillness of the night, Carla woke to Lisa’s restlessness, shifting in the bed beside her. Murmuring slightly as if she was in a nightmare of some kind.
Carla shuffled closer, feeling the urge to ease Lisa’s growing tension as the blonde wriggled restlessly next to her.
Lisa woke softly and slowly to the rustling of covers; to the softness of the way Carla snaked her arm around her waist and pressed herself against Lisa’s form, offering a wave of comfort and reassurance.
Neither woman spoke. Instead, Lisa felt her body sink in to Carla’s touch and she shuffled further back, allowing the closeness.
Lisa could feel Carla’s hot breath on her neck and a shiver ran up her spine.
Even in the darkness, Carla could sense Lisa’s body react to her lips as they grazed the soft skin at the back of her neck.
A soft, barely audible, involuntary moan passed Lisa’s lips, only loud enough for Carla to hear during the stillness of the night.
Lisa’s reactions emboldened her, and she dared to cross the line Lisa had only refused her months ago, prior to this very moment.
Lisa’s heart raced as she felt Carla’s hand gently graze the soft skin at the waistband of her shorts, the delicate touch made her breathing grow a little faster, igniting both a mix of excitement and uncertainty within her.
Carla’s fingers continued to dance on the soft skin of Lisa’s stomach, occasionally threatening to dip further underneath the waistband of Lisa’s shorts, but there was a hesitance there in Carla’s movements; a balancing act of both desire and caution.
“Don’t—“ Lisa whispered, but a soft moan escaped her lips, betraying her conflicting emotions.
They both understood that they had already well and truly crossed the boundaries of their friendship, venturing into uncharted territory that held the risk of changing everything.
“Don’t what?” Carla asked, her voice trembling; her breath warm against Lisa’s ear.
The teasing lilt of her tone in her voice sent a wave of heat coursing through Lisa, accentuated by the soft graze of Carla’s lips against the sensitive skin just below her ear.
Carla remained still; afraid she’d overstepped, but the fact that Lisa hadn’t moved, only spurred Carla on.
Lisa’s breath hitched, her body instinctively responding to the closeness; the intimacy of the moment.
“Don’t stop.” Lisa whispered, leaning her head back slightly to give Carla better access to her neck.
Lisa’s voice was laced with desire as she gave in to temptation, igniting a spark that had long been simmering beneath the surface.
Carla’s fingers delicately lifted the boundary of Lisa’s shorts, sliding beneath the soft cotton barrier. The gentle touch was electrifying; every featherlight touch felt like a promise of more to come; an exploration of uncharted territory that both thrilled and frightened them both.
Lisa’s breath hitched in her throat once again as Carla’s fingers found the soft skin underneath, drawing a gasp from her lips as Carla ventured even lower.
“Are you sure?” Carla whispered, almost as if seeking permission to continue the tantalising dance of her fingers towards Lisa’s core.
“Oh, I’m more than sure.” Lisa said with such a sincerity, giving Carla the permission and all the confidence she needed to continue.
Carla didn’t ordinarily need confidence in the bedroom—but this—with Lisa, was different.
Carla’s thumb skimmed past Lisa’s throbbing clit as her fingers explored further through Lisa’s slick wet folds.
“Fuck, Carla—“
Lisa’s back arched as she felt Carla’s fingers tease where she wanted her most; her back arched further into Carla’s touch and Carla pulled her back in towards her, her free arm snaking underneath Lisa and skimming underneath her t-shirt, finding its way to Lisa’s breast, twisting her hard nipple between her fingers.
“Help me out, Lisa.” Carla whispered as she grazed her teeth along the edge of Lisa’s neck, “I have no idea what I’m doing.” Carla admitted sheepishly.
She felt nervous having Lisa like this, in her arms and desperately didn’t want to disappoint now they’d come this far. It was the most vulnerable Lisa had allowed Carla to see her and God was she beautiful allowing her this privilege.
“Show me what you’d want.” Lisa whispered as she wrapped one of her hands round Carla’s, where she was now cupping Lisa’s breast.
Carla continued to massage Lisa’s tender lips between her legs, teasing at the blonde’s entrance.
Feeling how wet she already was, she trailed her fingers back up to Lisa’s swollen, throbbing clit, trailing gentle circles as she heightened the rhythm of her movements.
Carla’s rhythm became faster, firmer. Though hesitant at first, she was eager to learn. Her fingers now moving with a deftness borne from instinct of the countless times she’d had to pleasure herself, after a man had left her unsatisfied.
The not-so-subtle moans from Lisa, that were growing louder by the minute, encouraging her further.
Carla's rhythm only continued to intensify, becoming faster and more assured. Her eagerness to continue to learn had transformed her movements into a seamless flow, still guided by the increasingly fervent sounds escaping Lisa's lips.
Carla's mouth traced a path of gentle nips and tender kisses along the back of Lisa’s neck and shoulder, a trail of warmth that ignited every nerve in Lisa’s body.
Lisa's grip on Carla's hand tightened, prompting Carla to instinctively deepen her own hold on Lisa's breast, amplifying the shared sensation.
Lisa's breathless exclamations grew louder, as her body responded to every touch, arching and writhing in Carla's embrace as the tension in her body built to an exhilarating climax, pulling her ever closer to the precipice of complete bliss.
As Lisa teetered on the edge of ecstasy, Carla focused intently on every movement and sound from Lisa.
Feeling now, more confident than ever, Carla continues to move with purpose and precision, maintaining the rhythm that speaks to Lisa’s deepest desires.
With Carla’s lips still exploring the tender skin of Lisa’s neck and shoulders, Lisa’s breathing quickened and with one final perfectly timed movement, Carla pushed Lisa over the edge.
Lisa’s whole body tensed before surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensations that were coursing through her veins.
“Jesus Carla—“ escaped Lisa’s lips as she came undone in Carla’s arms. Her body continued to involuntarily writhe against Carla’s body, leaving her breathless and panting, but still enveloped in the warmth and safety of Carla’s embrace.
As Lisa’s climatic wave of ecstasy subsided, her body relaxed into Carla’s; her grip loosening on Carla’s hand, now allowing Carla to relax her own fierce hold of Lisa’s breast and transform her touch into a tender, nurturing grace.
Carla’s hand caressed Lisa’s breast with a feather-light touch, her fingers tracing gentle circular patterns across the soft skin.
“Carla—“ Lisa released a soft chuckle as she could feel the heat rising once again.
“Think you could go again?” Carla whispered in between further nips and kisses as her hands continued to explore Lisa’s body.
“What?” Lisa questioned breathlessly as her body surrendered to Carla’s tantalising touch.
“I like having you like this.” Carla whispered, her tone sultry and low. “I could get used to it, if you’ll let me?”
Without waiting for an answer, Carla trailed her hands down further once again, exploring the familiar yet exciting contours of Lisa’s body, igniting a fresh wave of desire that swept through both Lisa and Carla like wildfire.
“Carla, I don’t think I—Fuck—“ Lisa moaned as Carla wasted no time in reaching down beneath her shorts again, gliding her fingers through Lisa’s wet folds, pausing teasingly at Lisa’s entrance this time, hovering there with a need for more—more of Lisa coming undone in her arms.
“Can I?” Carla whispered in Lisa’s ear as she trailed her tongue up Lisa’s neck sending shivers down her spine.
Lisa was dangerously on the brink of Carla sending her tumbling into a second exhilarating orgasm, just at the feel of her tongue; her breath hot on her neck.
She swallowed hard before responding, her breathing laboured. “You really want to?” Lisa asked, as a sliver of doubt passed through her mind, wondering if this would all be too much for Carla, but the brunette’s response continued to surprise her.
“Oh, I do want to.” Carla’s whispered, her voice rich with desire and undeniable certainty.
“It won’t take—“ Lisa’s voice faltered as Carla introduced one finger to the warmth she found there; pumping in and out with a deliberate, slow, rhythmic motion that was electrifying. “—long.” Lisa continued.
Lisa’s body responded instinctively to Carla’s movements, her hips now moving in time with Carla’s rhythm.
With a breathless laugh, Lisa added, “you’re good at this.”
Carla responded to Lisa’s praise, “I’m just following orders.” Carla teased as she continued to pump her finger in and out of Lisa.
Lisa moved her leg slightly, to allow Carla better access, as Carla tested different ways to pleasure Lisa; next curling her finger slowly as she continued her movements in and out of the blonde.
“How do you mean?” Lisa asked. Her voice a mix of curiosity and an attempt to savour this moment, to engage Carla in conversation and prolong the sweet inevitability of her rising pleasure for as long as she possibly could.
In between more kisses and nips, Carla replied, “you told me to show you what I like, when I asked for your help….so I am.” Her tone teasing, yet filled with intent.
“Well, you have excellent—“ Lisa gasped, “taste.” Lisa finished.
“Mmm, talking about taste…I can’t wait to taste you.” Carla whispered as she nibbled at Lisa’s ear.
“Fuck, Carla…you really want this?” Lisa chuckled, desperate to hold on to every fraction of her being, not allowing herself to unravel yet.
“Do you want more?” Carla asked.
“Please—“
Carla responded to Lisa’s pleas, and with Lisa’s consent, introduced a second finger, her movements more deliberate and tender as she attuned her pace to Lisa’s movements.
“You’re incredible.” Lisa whispered as her breathing became more erratic as she tried to continue her whispers of encouragement. “Don’t—stop.” Lisa pleaded as her hand gripped Carla’s wrist, as if needing to anchor herself for what was to come.
“I’ve got you,” Carla whispered as she held Lisa with her free arm.
As Lisa neared the edge of her second orgasm, her words almost escaped her, “Jesus, Carla. I can’t—“ she just about managed as she fell apart in Carla’s arms, her body finally surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful, Lisa.” Carla whispered as she maintained her steady, deliberate pace, her fingers continuing to move in and out as she simultaneously circled Lisa’s clit with her thumb as Lisa continued to ride the waves of her second orgasm.
“Oh, my god.” Lisa whispered. Her muscles relaxing and contracting in a harmonious dance as Carla felt Lisa’s walls tighten around her fingers.
When Carla felt like Lisa couldn’t take any more, she began to slow her pace with delicate care and attention, allowing Lisa to transition from the heights of her euphoria to a state of complete relaxing bliss.
As Carla removed her fingers, she brought them up to her mouth with a stark hunger in her eyes as she licked every inch in order to taste Lisa for the first time.
“Did you just—“ Lisa began to ask, as she shuffled in the bed to face Carla for the first time since they’d began this euphoric journey together.
“Mmm, I told you I couldn’t wait to taste you. “ Carla admitted as she looked Lisa in the eye, a playful darkness taking over. “I mean, I really, really can’t wait to taste you—properly.”
As Carla moves to straddle Lisa’s hips, Lisa pushes her back, “wait, Carla.” A soft chuckle escaped her lips, filled with a warmth and mischief of her own.
The playful darkness in Carla’s eyes turned into curiosity and intrigue as she felt Lisa’s assertiveness in her movements and her voice.
“My turn.” Lisa whispered, “it’s not fair you get to have all the fun.” Lisa continued as she cocked her eyebrow, her words laced with a sweet promise of reciprocation.