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As she slowly climbs the stairs to the flats front door, Carla is still mulling over what Ryan had said to her in the factory. She’d been fired up after she spoke to him and had rushed home determined to do something, only to slow as she opened the door to the street. She knows he’s right, knows she’s stubborn and getting in her own way when it comes to Lisa. She’s never once in her life doubted her own ability to see what she wants, who she wants, and go after it. Until now. Until Lisa.
She also knows that she’s absolutely terrified of fucking up the tentative friendship she and the blonde have settled into. What if she scares her off again and everything goes back to how it was after their non-moment moment. She’s not sure she can handle the cold shoulder again but at least she’d have an answer she supposes.
Reaching the flat door, keys in hand ready to open it, she pauses. She has absolutely no idea what she plans to do once she steps inside the flat, doesn’t even know if Lisa will still be there, but she needs to do something, anything, to find out where her relationship with the blonde lies. She thinks back to Ryans pep talk, and decides to let her feelings for the blonde outweigh her fear. She needs to talk to Lisa and explain how she feels. Surely the other woman feels the same way, she can’t be imagining it, can she? If it’s rejection that waits for her on the other side of the door then at least she’ll know it’s pointless to continue down that road and she can box up her feelings, try to lock them away and never think about them again.
Decision made she unlocks the door, heart starting to race as she steps inside and sees the other woman walking through the flat towards her, doing up her shirt. Her shirt, and oh, Lisa in her clothes does something extremely pleasant to Carla insides. A flash of heat passes through her and her heart is really racing now as she turns to shut the door behind her. Her earlier plan thrown out the window as she realises she doesn’t want to talk, she wants to take that shirt back off the blonde, everything else too, and show Lisa how she feels. She’s so distracted by that thought that she almost misses what the other woman is saying.
“Sorry I’m just getting dressed, back to factory settings now thanks to you” says Lisa with a smile.
Carla can’t let her leave without knowing.
“Don’t”, is all that she can think to say.
“Don’t what?”, Lisa is clearly a little confused, eyebrows lifting in question, but her eyes never leave Carla’s.
Setting her keys down on the kitchen counter, and gathering all her courage, she says exactly what she’s thinking as she moves to Lisa, “don’t get dressed”. There’s no time to be distracted by the softness of Lisa's skin as she slides her hands along her jaw, or the gentle tickle of her hair as it brushes against the back of her fingers, or even the way Lisa’s eyes flick down to Carla’s mouth before those beautiful wide eyes lock back onto hers, because she’s leaning in to press her lips to the other woman’s. Carla’s entire world narrows down to feeling of the softest mouth she’s ever felt pressed against her own. She takes a moment to relish the feeling of finally, before she pulls back slightly, leaving barely any space between them. She needs to give Lisa the chance to consent to this, although as their eyes connect she sees the desire in them, knows that the blonde isn’t going to reject her and when she feels the other woman’s hands on her back pulling her closer, Carla is powerless to stop herself from kissing her again.
Carla has kissed plenty of people in her time, mostly men, so its not like kissing is an unknown to her, but this, this is something new entirely. There’s no stubble jagging into her, everything about the other woman is soft. Every movement between them is electric and charged with restrained passion, months of flirting bubbling under the surface. She moves forward slightly, pressing closer to the blonde woman, Carla’s right hand sliding into blondes hair, nails raking gentle across her scalp. It’s enough to make Lisa sigh into her mouth and her hands slide down to Carla’s waist, fingers gripping as she tries to pull her impossibly closer. Carla takes the opportunity to gently flick the tip of her tongue against the blondes top lip and Lisa kisses her harder in return, tongue sliding along Carla’s as the kiss deepens. Lisa’s hands on her waist continue down to palm her arse, pulling their hips flush against each and Carla feels adrenaline running through her knowing the other woman wants this too. She can’t stop the quiet whine that comes from the back of her throat, can feel her own nipples harden as she clenches around nothing, sure she’s already wet. She knew it would be like this, despite her apprehensions, that together they would be exhilarating.
It’s a surprise when Lisa pulls back and Carla tries to chase her mouth panicking when she stays just out of reach. It doesn’t last long when she registers the way Lisa is looking at her, pupils blown wide and eyelids hooded. The arms around Carla tighten and she gets the message, this isn’t rejection.
“Not that I’m complaining, but are you sure this is what you want?” Lisa asks in a low murmur. The tone of her voice sends a shiver through Carla. The brunette tries to lean in to kiss her again in lieu of actual words but Lisa leans just out of reach, smiling at her, a gentle hand coming up to cup her jaw, “I need to hear your answer Carla, please”.
For a long moment all Carla can do is look into the bright blue eyes in front of her trying to convey everything she’s feeling - that she’s not wanted someone like this in such a long time, that the need she feels for more with the other woman is consuming her every thought, that even this, asking for clear consent from Carla is making her swoon. DS Swoon indeed.
Stepping back slightly even as she feels the loss of arms around her, eyes never leaving Lisa’s, she shucks off her cardigan and throws it blindly towards the sofa. Carla hears the lightly shuddering breathing of the blonde, sees the long slow blinks of a woman turned on but trying to maintain her cool, and moves in close to her again. Immediately hands settle on Carla’s hips as though even that brief moment was too long to be separated from her and Carla watches her own hands rise to undo the buttons Lisa had done up only minutes ago.
“You,” Carla says, voice low and seductive, “have my full,” she places a gentle kiss on Lisa’s mouth, “unequivocal,” another kiss, “enthusiastic consent to do whatever you’d like to me, Detective Sergeant” she finishes, face barely an inch away from the other woman. Her hands pause against Lisa’s stomach as she looks at the other woman, waits in anticipation for her next move. It takes almost no time at all for the words to register and the smirk that appears on Lisa’s face shoots to her core. There’s not even a hint of hesitation on her face.
Later, neither of them will be able to say who kisses who next. It’s messy and deep, tongues learning each other’s mouths and teeth occasionally clicking together earning the odd laugh that’s swept away in an instant by another kiss. Lisa’s hands are all over her, frequently sweeping down to palm her arse, strong hands kneading firmly. It seems the blonde has taken a liking to Carla’s bum and she files that bit of information away for later.
Carla, although she’s a bit nervous, gives as good as she gets. Yeah, so she’s not slept with a woman before but she’s done this, kissing someone for the first time, getting to know their body, what they like and don’t like, and she trusts Lisa to not laugh at her if she needs help with any of it. She’s eventually gotten the buttons of Lisa’s shirt undone and is pushing it down her shoulders when the other woman breaks the kiss to trail kisses down her neck. She moans softly at the first few but as the blonde reaches the delicate skin under her ear and laves her tongue over it then scrapes her teeth gently across the skin, her moans become louder and her hands come up to the back of Lisa’s head to hold her in place.
“God Lisa, that feels good,” Carla sighs. She doesn’t want to be an inactive participant though, she wants to touch Lisa, wants to hear her moan. She brings a hand to the blondes waist and slides it under the hem of the black camisole, earning a soft groan from just below her ear. Warm skin greets her and it’s intoxicating. She brings her other hand down to the other side of the blondes waist, dislodging the other woman from her neck, looking into her eyes as she grips the hem of her top, “can I take this off?”
Lisa lifts her arms with no hesitation and Carla lifts it off, immediately captivated by the sight of the other woman’s breasts encased in black lace and she sees the blondes chest rise sharply, shoulders moving back and letting Carla stare. Until, that is, Carla sees the still yellowing bruises on her side. She lifts her hand to gently runs her finger tips across the bruise, sees the way the blonde shivers at her touch, and asks, “does it still hurt?”
“No, not the way it did,” Lisa replies, shaking her head.
Carla is lost in thought for a moment, thinking how much worse it could’ve been, until Lisa takes hold of her hand.
“I’m okay Carla, I promise, you’re not going to hurt me,” says Lisa. Their eyes meet and she gives Carla a reassuring smile that immediately settles the brunettes mind. Lisa pulls her closer by the hand, her other going to Carla’s jaw and drawing her into a kiss that she falls into eagerly, the fire inside her that had died down slightly at the sight of the bruises roaring back to life. As they kiss, her hands move to the blondes waist, revelling in the feeling of so much soft, warm skin for her to touch, before sliding up over ribs and in a moment of sheer bravery, cupping both of Lisa’s breasts. The blonde moans into her mouth. Carla can feel hard nipples grazing her palms and can’t stop herself from squeezing, from letting her fingers pinch both of them through the lace. Lisa’s arms around her waist pull her in tight and the blonde breaks the kiss, forehead resting against Carla's with her eyes closed when the brunette doesn’t stop pinching and rolling.
“Fuck... Carla,” pants Lisa. She feels the blondes hips rock gently against hers, and Carla can’t take her eyes off of her. She, Carla Connor, is causing that. A thrill shoots through her, proud of her own boldness. No point stopping now, not when she wants so much more of the other woman.
Taking advantage of the blondes closed eyes, she leans forward to place soft kisses down her neck, instinctively moving to the places she herself likes being kissed most, and slides her hands round to unfasten Lisa’s bra. Kissing her shoulder and holding the blonde close, she feels Lisa’s forehead on her shoulder and hears her shallow breath as Carla sends up a prayer to any deity that’s listening to please, please let her do this first time and not make an arse of herself.
It works (thank you, whoever you are) and she’s lifting her hands to slide the straps down Lisa’s shoulders, returning to kiss the skin where one of the straps has left a faint red mark. The hands on her own waist have slipped under her top and are toying with the waistband at the back of her leggings. Lisa’s hands feel sure and confident as one splays over Carla’s lower back keeping her close while the other slides down past the waistband. The moan the blonde releases as she realises Carla is wearing a thong spurs the brunette on and she kisses lower and lower, using her hand to cup Lisa’s left breast, lifting gently so can finally wrap her lips around a hard, pink nipple, flicking her tongue over it to test those unchartered waters. It has the desired effect, Lisa moans loudly while her hand on Carla’s arse grabs the flesh firmly.
“God Carla,” she says, panting softly as the brunette continues swirling her tongue around her nipple, until Lisa’s free hand is coming up to pull her head up, lips pressing hotly into hers followed by Lisa’s tongue sliding into her mouth and then it’s Carla’s turn to moan and gasp as the hand on her arse pulls her forward to grind her centre against Lisa’s strong thigh. She can’t stop the moans coming out her mouth, can’t stop her hips from rocking trying to alleviate the pressure building between her legs.
Lisa breaks the kiss and watches the reactions playing out on Carla’s face. She knows she must be a sight right now, flushed and moaning and wantonly grinding against her, but she can’t bring herself to care. She needs more, and soon. She allows herself no time for doubt.
“Lisa,” she breathes out, eyes meeting the other woman’s, “take me to bed.” The hands on her hips still their movement but Lisa’s hold on her remains firm as she looks back at the brunette. She must find whatever answer she’s looking for on Carla’s face, as she takes a step back and holds out a hand with a confidence Carla finds entirely too attractive. She takes her hand and follows behind her as Lisa walks into Carla’s bedroom. The brunette kicks the door shut behind her before she turns back to Lisa.
Naturally, this is where the nerves kick in, but she reminds herself of what Ryan said earlier, it’s like that when you fancy anybody, and she more than fancies Lisa. Lisa who, with Carla’s hand still in hers, is pulling her towards the edge of the still unmade bed. It makes her laugh, and okay maybe the nerves are getting the better of her a little.
“What’s so funny?” Lisa asks with a slightly nervous smile.
“Oh you know, just thinking about what a terrible house guest you are, didn’t put a washing on, didn’t make the bed...” Carla teases with a smirk. Lisa let’s out a laugh, more relaxed than a moment ago.
“Well,” she says pulling Carla into her, arms sliding around her waist, lips meeting her jaw line and murmuring into her skin, “how about we see what I can do to make that up to you?”
Carla hums in agreement too distracted by the blondes mouth to bother formulating a proper response. Lisa’s hands are moving again, lifting Carla’s top slowly as if allowing time for her to say no, but she doesn’t want to stop her and lifts her arms to let her take it off. The look of unbridled lust that passes over Lisa’s face is enough to make Carla preen as she watches the other woman take her in, Carla’s top still in hand as though she’s forgotten about it. She’s always been confident in the bedroom and knows the other woman wouldn’t be here if she didn’t fancy her. Though there’s always a chance someone won’t like what they see. Judging by the look on Lisa’s face there’s not much chance of that happening.
Lisa steps in, smiling, and presses a soft, slow kiss against Carla’s mouth that she eagerly returns, arms wrapping around her neck to keep her close as it deepens, and feels the blondes hands moving push her leggings off her hips. Lisa’s hands are smoothing over every available bit of skin they can find. Her touch is soft but confident and Carla revels in the feeling of being touched by a woman who knows exactly how a woman likes to be touched.
She can feel herself being guided to sit on the edge of her bed while they kiss, until Lisa pulls away.
“Lie down for me,” asks Lisa gently.
“Only if you take those off first,” replies Carla, pointing to the blondes trousers with a smirk.
“Yes ma’am,” quips the blonde, a mock salute making Carla laugh as she lies back, leaning back on her elbows, head somewhere near her pillows. Lisa’s eyes travel over Carla’s body as she hastily sheds her trousers and underwear.
“Christ Carla, do you have any idea of how gorgeous you are?” Lisa asks, although she doesn’t seem to be looking for an answer as she settles over Carla on the bed, palms flat on either side of her head. Carla can’t hold in her moan as a slim thigh settles between her own legs and provides delightful pressure against her centre. Lisa’s hips come down to press hers firmly into the mattress making Carla gasp, hips rocking to create some friction against her clit, hands grasps at Lisa’s sides. She knows Lisa must feel how wet she is because as she lifts her own knee slightly, her thigh comes into contact with soft, wet blonde curls. Lisa’s eyes close and her jaw drops slightly, head bowed and moaning softly.
“Do you know how often I’ve thought about this, about you above me like this, right here in this bed?” Carla asks making Lisa’s eyes snap open.
“Tell me,” pleads the blonde.
She can’t help the way she grinds down against Lisa’s thigh, eyes fluttering shut as she recalls how often she’s touched herself imagining the other woman in a multitude of scenarios. “So many times Lisa, I’ve made myself cum so many times imagining you touching me... inside of me...”
Lisa’s reaction is instantaneous, dropping down to kiss Carla passionately as her hand slides under her to undo her bra, helping her pull it off before throwing it somewhere to the side. Then she’s kissing her again and they’re both moaning as their breasts press against each other, nipples brushing and sending sparks through the brunette.
“Me too,” Lisa gasps between kisses, “I’ve imagined this so many times.” Carla barely has time to register it before Lisa is moving down her body but the thought of it hits her just as the blondes tongue circles her nipple, moaning at the sensation and the mental imagine of Lisa touching herself while thinking about her. Her hands fly up to tangle in blonde hair, holding her in place.
“What,” Carla tries to ask, but the feeling of an experience tongue flicking rapidly over one nipple, while fingers pinch and tease the other goes straight to her clit and she’s reduced to moaning, her hips buck seeking relief. She tries again, “what have you thought about?”
Blue eyes look up to meet and hold her own as the other woman replies, “God, everything Carla. How you’d look, how you’d sound... how you’d taste.”
Carla whines, her fingers tighten in the other woman’s hair and her hips start to move against Lisa’s thigh again, “you’ve thought about...”
“I bet you taste so good Carla,” Lisa says as she starts to kiss her way down the brunettes stomach, tongue teasing her belly button as she settles fully between toned thighs, dropping a soft kiss above the waistband of her thong before looking up at her, “imagined how wet you’d get for me, the way you’d moan with my fingers or my....” she trails off, averting her eyes, suddenly unsure of herself.
Carla is entirely too turned on to wonder why she doesn’t finish her sentence, the sight of Lisa between her legs, mouth so close to where she wants her, needs her, is clouding her mind. “your fingers or what? Tell me... please Lisa.”
“My fingers, or with my strap inside of you,” whispers Lisa, and bloody hell now Carla has an entirely new fantasy to add to the already extensive list. The thought of the other woman inside her, in any way she wants to be, makes Carla moan.
She’s had enough teasing, she feels like she’s going to combust if Lisa doesn’t touch her soon and tells her as much.
“Lisa, please, please touch me, I need...”
“Tell me, what do you need Carla?” but the other woman already seems to know as she drops a gentle kiss right over her thong covered clit. It’s enough to make Carla gasp, hips jerking up to try prolong the contact. It’s fruitless though as the blonde is already moving to slide the thong down her thighs. The brunette should probably be embarrassed as she feels the material cling to her, she’s so wet it must be soaked through but she watches the other woman’s face, sees the sheer lust in her expression and finds she doesn’t care to be embarrassed at all.
Strong hands caress the inside of her thighs and Lisa’s mouth follows, kissing a trail up the soft skin to Carla’s bikini line, tongue flicking, teasing. Carla can’t hold back her moans, can’t cope with the teasing for another second. With her hands still tangled in blonde hair she guides Lisa’s mouth to her cunt but the other woman holds back, holds back for long enough that Carla raises her head off the pillow to look down. She finds piercing blue eyes looking up at her, holding eye contact as Lisa lowers her mouth and her tongue licks a long, slow torturous path through her folds, gathering Carla’s wetness as she goes. A strong tongue circles her clit and Carla practically sobs at how good it feels as Lisa’s arms slide under her thighs and wrap around them, holding her open.
What follows is an expert work up, Lisa’s tongue working her clit, flicking rapidly over it, sucking it gently into her mouth before running the flat of her tongue over it.
“Lisa.... Lisa, it’s so good, you’re so good” her hands clench against the blondes scalp, keeping her pressed into her, and there’s no way Carla’s going to last. She’s had plenty of men go down in the past and she’s never had much cause for complaint but this, this unlike anything she’s ever experienced. Even the fantasies she’s had about the blonde can’t compare. Lisa seems to know exactly what she needs and where she needs it, when to focus on her clit or when to apply indirect pressure. She’s completely lost control of her hips, rocking up into the blondes mouth as she practically devours her, chasing her own pleasure, eyes closed, one hand clutching a fist full of the duvet and the other on the back of Lisa’s head. She feels Lisa shift slightly and then there are finger tips joining the blondes mouth, teasing her entrance, rubbing flat circles over and over. As good as it feels she wants them inside her.
“Please Lisa, inside, I need-“ Carla begs, an entirely new experience for her. Good sex in the past doesn’t mean she’s ever felt the urge to beg. Until now. Until Lisa.
The thought is quickly washed away by the sensation a slim finger sliding through the copious wetness and then inside her but she barely has time to register the feeling before it withdraws. She’s ready to beg again but doesn’t have to when it’s replaced by two long fingers being pressed inside her, slow but firm, and all she can do is moan and clamp down on them. Lisa fucks her, deep and slow, barely withdrawing them before they’re filling her again, mouth still focused on her clit and the combination is overwhelming. She tries to hold on, tries to make it last but the way Lisa is moaning into her, how she seems to be enjoying this almost as much as Carla is, the vibrations and tomgue against her clit combined with being filled are too much for her to fight against.
She can’t stop the words that tumble out of her mouth, isn’t even really aware of the words themselves, “I’m so close, please darling, don’t stop, don’t...stop, you’re going to make me cum, oh-“ before her vision goes white, eyes rolling into the back of her head, muscles clamping down on the fingers inside her to keep them in place as her orgasm rips through her.
When she’s finally able to open her eyes, finally able to register something other than her own nerve endings alight with aftershocks, she finds Lisa lying beside her, the blondes palm resting over her heart. The duvet has been pulled up to their waists. Carla was so out of it she hadn’t even noticed it happening.
“You okay?” Lisa asks softly.
Turning her head lazily to look into blue eyes she can tell the other woman is nervous, but she has no idea why, can she not see what she’s done to Carla.
“Lisa,” she swallows, “that was...that was amazing, I haven’t..” Carla Connor is lost for words. She’s always been better at actions though, so she uses what little energy is left in her body to roll onto the side, hand lifting to cup the blondes jaw as she leans in to kiss her softly, trying to convey what she can’t say. Lisa immediately reciprocates, cuddling in closer to her and Carla basks in the feeling of their skin meeting, in the way Lisa showers her with attention. The thought crosses Carla’s mind that she could stay here forever, but she doesn’t know if she’s allowed to think that so keeps it to herself.
“Was that okay?”, Lisa asks. Carla let’s out a bark of laughter.
“Was it okay? Are you kidding,” she jokes, slinging her leg over the blondes hip pulling her in tighter. “You do realise I just about passed out it was that bloody good don’t you?” she asks.
“I might have noticed that, yeah,” comes the bashful reply.
“Will it always be-“ Carla starts, but she’s been stung by assumptions before and she doesn’t want to fall down that pitfall now, isn’t ready to hear that this might not happen again, “is it always like that? Between women, I mean”
Lisa however, didn’t get to detective sergeant for no reason. She’s far too smart for her own good and picks up on it right away, her voice soft as she replies, “well it depends I suppose, like sex with anyone, on the chemistry. And I think ours is pretty good so yeah, I hope it’ll always be like that.”
Relief courses through Carla, there’s going to be a next time. It makes her feel bold, and she wants nothing more than to watch Lisa feel the same pleasure she just did, wants nothing more right now than to be the one to give it to her.
She leans in to kiss Lisa, tongue sliding into her mouth moaning at the taste of herself on the other woman’s tongue. She’s rewarded with a groan that, despite her cool exterior, betrays just how turned on the blonde is.
Carla leans forward to deepen the kiss, energy coursing through her spurred on by the noises the blonde is making. She presses Lisa back into the bed and lifts herself to straddle her, groaning into the kiss as her still sensitive clit makes contact with Lisa’s stomach. Strong hands move to Carla’s thighs to press her down firmly and for a moment she let’s the other woman have control. Her mind floats back to Lisa’s whispered confession as the blondes hips press up purposefully into her and she breaks the kiss with a moan to sit up. It feels so good and she’s still so turned on that it would be so easy to let her have Carla again, and she will. Not right now though.
Carla wraps her hands around delicate wrists, leaning forward to pin the blondes hands to the bed beside her head. The move earns her a moan and Lisa’s hips buck up into her again, this time with less control.
Wide, desperate eyes look up at her and she can feel Lisa squirm under her. She’s not trying to break free though and Carla feels a wave of lust at the power she feels pinning her to the bed. She thrives on control, and this is no different.
“So, we know I enjoyed that, but did you? Did it live up to your imagination?” Carla asks, voice low and gravelly. The effect it has on Lisa is immediate, and strong.
“Carla, Carla please,” the blonde whines.
“Tell me Lisa,” she commands, her tone leaving no room for argument, “do I taste as good as you’d imagined?”
“Yes, god Carla, yes,” she gasps.
“Good girl,” Carla replies, and the moan the blonde let’s out in response is filthy. Another piece of information to file away for a later date. It spurs her into action though, releasing the blondes wrists and immediately feels arms curling around her back, pulling her down for a deep, messy kiss. Resting on her left elbow, she trails her right hand down, stopping to tease a diamond hard nipple as she moves her right leg between pale thighs to give her room to move. She’s a little nervous about the next bit, naturally, but she doesn’t let it deter her and moves her hand down until her fingers encounter soft, wet heat and Lisa whimpers into her mouth.
“Fuck Lisa, you’re so wet,” Carla says in awe as she breaks their kiss, amazed at the effect she’s having on the other woman. She’s always enjoyed sex with men, but knowing she’s done this to a woman, to this woman, is a new feeling all together.
In the end, it’s not really that different from touching herself she finds, Lisa is soft and warm and so inviting as she presses a finger in and finds Lisa’s clit, drawing light, wide circles around it. Lisa’s eyes close and she arches a little, moaning as she silently pleads for more pressure and it leaves her neck exposed. Carla can’t resist leaning in to kiss it, to scrape her teeth over sensitive skin, and her movements on the other woman’s clit become more focused. There will be plenty of time in future for teasing, right now she wants to see Lisa orgasm.
The blonde is moaning and whining while she clings to Carla, fingers digging into her back hard enough to bruise and the brunette knows she’ll wear those bruises with pride. She kisses a line back to Lisa’s mouth and she slips her fingers further down and without any hesitation slides two inside her slowly, Lisa moaning into her mouth. The blonde is so wet there’s barely any friction as she does. And okay, yeah, it is like touching herself but it’s also wonderfully different. She feels like velvet around Carla’s fingers, hot and wet and clenching around her fingers as she starts to pump in and out of the blonde, curling them slightly to hit her g-spot making Lisa cry out.
She lifts herself to rest on her palm and watches her fingers, can see Lisa’s wetness clinging to them as they slide out of her and feels her pulse throb in her own clit. She’s so turned on by the sight of the other woman and the noises she’s making, hips rocking with the rhythm of Carla fucking her, a thin sheen of sweat forming across her chest as it blushes a beautiful shade of pink. She’d imagined it would be good, but not like this, not this consuming. She wants this forever, as often as she can get it, but that’s for another time.
Brown eyes find Lisa’s again, black pupils so blown they’ve almost eradicating the blue. The blonde is wrecked, moaning and whimpering Carla’s name as she brings her closer and closer to the edge. The brunette can feel velvet walls begin to flutter, can feel the burn in her forearm as tightening muscles make driving into the blonde harder and she knows she’s close. Leaning in close to her, she moves her thumb so it grazes over the blondes engorged clit with every push inside her.
“God Carla, please, I’m going..., fuck, yes,” cries Lisa, clinging to Carla even tighter as her orgasm starts to build.
“That’s it babe, let me feel you, cum for me,” Carla encourages the blonde, delighting in the long guttural groan she releases before pressing her lips to Lisa’s, tongue sliding in to dominate her mouth while she fucks her. She feels the change in the woman below her in an instant, the onslaught of Carla’s tongue in her mouth, fingers inside her and her thumb hitting her clit with every thrust pushing her over the edge. Carla feels powerful as she feels muscles clamp down like a vice to hold her in place, the blonde breaking their kiss to bury her face in Carla’s neck as she clings to her. Carla’s careful to move her thumb over her clit for only a few more seconds so as to not overstimulate the blonde, but keeps moving her fingers gently, fucking her through her orgasm.
It takes a little while for the blondes hips to stop jerking, for her muscles to relax enough to allow Carla to slide her fingers out. It earns the brunette a shiver and a soft moan as she does and it takes everything inside her not to drive them back into Lisa’s wet heat. She’s already addicted to the feeling.
Settling into Lisa’s side as she waits for the other woman to recover and contemplates her still wet fingers, fascinated by the evidence of the other woman’s arousal. She’s wondering what the Lisa tastes like, hoping she’s gets the opportunity to try.
“Carla,” the blonde whispers, breaking her out of her thoughts, “can I ask you something?” Lisa’s face is serious and she feels tension twist in her stomach. What the hell was Lisa going to ask? Unable to trust her voice, she nods, steeling herself for what’s coming.
“Was that really your first time with a woman?” Lisa asks, smiling as she does.
Relief runs like through her and the tension dissipates as a laugh bursts out of her. It makes her want to kiss the blonde, so she does. Its soft and sweet, Carla trying to send the message that this means more to her than some casual fling.
“Yeah, it really was,” she says. “Was it, you know, alright?”
“It was amazing, you’re amazing Carla.”
Lisa’s arms come up to wrap around her, pulling her down against her and Carla rests her head against the pale skin of her shoulder. It feels good, the closeness, so much skin contact as they cuddle into each other. Carla imagines for a second having this every day. They lie there for a few minutes, enjoying the closeness until Lisa shifts slightly under her.
“Sorry,” the blonde says sheepishly, “but I really need to pee.”
Carla laughs and moves to let her up, watch as she gets up and moves to the ensuite, quieting at the sight of the other woman’s naked backside. Her eyes meet Lisa’s just before she shuts the door and the impish look on the blondes face tells her she knows she’s been caught staring. She blushes like a schoolgirl.
She gets out of bed to find her dressing gown, assumes the blonde will come back out of the bathroom to get dressed, and busies herself with going to get some water so she doesn’t have to watch it happen. She doesn’t want Lisa to leave.
Carla marvels at her own bravery as she takes the water bottle put of the fridge, because who does she even think she is. Before Lisa, she’s never been interested in women. Although she supposes that’s not entirely true is it, what was the name of that girl from school? Has she actually fancied her? Still, she’s nearly 50, divorced and got enough baggage to sink a ship.
“What am I doing?” she mutters to herself.
“What are you doing?” Lisa says, surprising her. She smiles when she realises the blonde isn’t dressed, instead wearing Carla’s other dressing gown.
“Just getting a drink,” she breathes. She hears the vibration of a phone and knowing her own is in her bag points out, “your phones going.”
“Oh let it, get back in here you,” says the blonde, and Carla can’t take her eyes off the way she bites her lip. She’s a little surprised because she hadn’t expected there to be more. She’s not entirely sure she can survive another orgasm like she just had so soon.
“Flaming heck,” she mutters as she hurriedly places the bottle and lid onto the counter, eagerly following the other woman back to bed, because what a way to go.