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“Just see where it goes, woman.”
Ryan’s words rattle around Carla’s brain as she walks towards the flat. Easy enough for him to say, but here she is anyway. Heading back to the flat to see if Lisa is still there, and—
And what? Confess undying love for the woman?
Carla tuts, shakes her head.
It’s not love, even though whatever this is that she feels does make her feel like a teenager-in-love again.
She adjusts her bag on her shoulder, her hands restless.
This is bonkers. What is she even going to say? Maybe Lisa won’t be there. I did tell her to let herself out, after all.
Her stomach swoops. God, she hopes Lisa hasn’t gone. Even just to have two more minutes with her, to lay eyes on her.
Hand shaking, Carla unlocks the street door and closes it behind her once she’s in. Then she takes a moment, hand pressed to her sternum, eyes closed, breathing deep.
Her heart’s racing, her skin hot beneath the weight of her jacket. Bugger me, this is stupid! Just go up there, and if she’s there, ask her if she wants to meet up one night for a drink.
It’d be just the same as asking some bloke out. No different at all. Right?
Determined not to make a fool of herself, she takes one more fortifying breath and climbs the stairs.
After unlocking the door to the flat, her brain registers three things in quick succession.
One, Lisa is still here.
Two, she’s not fully dressed yet, and that expanse of skin on display above her camisole does ridiculous things to Carla.
Three, she’s really, absolutely, bloody gorgeous.
Her hair’s down, the way Carla prefers it. It’s not that the DS Swain neat bun isn’t a good look, but hair down like this, a little messy from where she’s dried it? Yeah, that’s a look Carla much prefers on her.
Lisa quickly puts down the glass of water she’s just sipped from, then smiles at Carla and reaches for the buttons on the shirt she’s borrowed. “Sorry, I’m just getting dressed. I’m back to factory settings now, thanks to you.” She throws Carla a sweet smile.
Carla drops her shoulder bag to the floor, her gaze locked on Lisa’s fingers as they pull the two sides of the shirt together. “Don’t.”
The word drops out of her mouth with no thought, no warning. For a millisecond she wants to take it back; then she doesn’t. Because now that she’s said it, now that it’s out there, she realises it’s exactly what she wants. She doesn’t want Lisa to get dressed and for them to arrange to meet up sometime, somewhere, in the future.
No, what she wants is Lisa. Now, more than anything.
Her heart rate climbs but at the same time, a calmness settles over her. She’s wanted Lisa for ages, she knows that. And Ryan is right, she knows that too—it really is time to just see where it goes.
“Don’t what?” Lisa has an adorably confused look on her face.
“Don’t get dressed,” Carla says, dropping her keys on the breakfast bar as she steps closer.
Lisa stares at her as she nears, and Carla wonders if Lisa’s still confused or if she’s aware what’s about to happen. She certainly isn’t backing away, and Carla takes that as the bolster to her courage she needs.
She gently cups Lisa’s face. Her skin is warm and smooth, Carla briefly notices, then all she can think about, all she can see, is Lisa’s lips.
She leans in, and kisses her.
Bloody hell.
Lisa’s lips are the softest thing Carla’s ever felt with her own. Full and pliant beneath hers, and pressing into hers after only a moment’s hesitation. The sensations generated by the kiss make goose bumps break out all over Carla’s body.
Lisa’s hands grasp the tops of Carla’s arms as Carla increases the pressure of the kiss, desperate to feel more of this, of the softness, the taste of her—a mixture of coffee and toothpaste and whatever it is that’s just Lisa.
And then Lisa’s giving back just as good, and that sets Carla on fire. She didn’t read this wrong, she hasn’t made a complete fool of herself. Lisa’s kissing her, her arms snaking around Carla’s back to pull her closer, progressing the kiss with the touch of her tongue against Carla’s lips.
It’s so sensual, so incredibly arousing. Carla needs to pull away for a second, to breathe, ground herself before she feels completely untethered from reality.
“You ok?” Lisa asks, a frown creasing her forehead, her arms already moving to loosen her hold, her body preparing to step back, Carla can tell.
“I am,” Carla says, aware her voice is even huskier than normal. She gazes into Lisa’s eyes, gently passes one fingertip along Lisa’s cheek. “Just a bit, you know, overwhelmed for a second.”
Lisa nods, seemingly in a daze. “I know what you mean.” She lets out a soft chuckle. “I didn’t have you coming back and kissing me into next week on my bingo card, but here we are.”
Carla laughs, then rests her forehead on Lisa’s. “Sorry about that.”
“I’m not,” Lisa says seriously, gazing into her eyes. “But I’ll understand if you want to stop.”
“Do…do you want me to?” Carla isn’t sure what answer she wants. The thought of going further than this, despite what she said about Lisa not getting dressed, is both exhilarating and terrifying. The confidence she had when she first entered the flat is wavering.
“Definitely not,” Lisa says, her voice thick with…what? Desire? The thought makes Carla tingle, brings awareness of the steady thrum that’s happening between her legs. The wetness there.
Already? She’s shocked, but at the same time excited.
And, she realises, hungry for more. Much more.
“Good,” she says, and kisses Lisa again.
This time, when Lisa’s tongue licks gently, carefully, at Carla’s bottom lip, the sensations it gives her don’t overwhelm her. Instead, they fuel her need, and she opens her mouth willingly.
Lisa’s groan as their tongues meet makes the hair on the back of Carla’s neck stand up.
And makes her even wetter.
She loves the way they fit together so perfectly, the slow, sensual dance their tongues make. She wants to claim Lisa’s mouth, tries to press even closer, but she becomes aware that Lisa’s not meeting her passion, seems to be holding something back.
Carla pulls away again and looks at Lisa questioningly. “Am I doing it wrong?” she blurts out, thinking that must be what it is. Yes, she’s kissed girls before when she was much younger—and drunk—but she doesn’t remember much about that and she’s convinced that she’s doing something women don’t do or—
“No!” Lisa looks aghast. “No, not at all!” Lisa strokes Carla’s hair, then cards her fingers through it. The touch of her fingertips on Carla’s scalp is delicious.
“You don’t seem to be as into this as me,” Carla says quietly, feeling the blush steal across her cheeks. God, maybe she did get this wrong.
Lisa sighs, shakes her head. “Don’t. This is all me. I thought…” She bites her bottom lip, and Carla knows she wants to see that sensual move again and again. “I was worried about letting go,” Lisa whispers. “I don’t want to scare you off.”
Carla’s baffled. “Scare me off how?”
Lisa’s gaze darts away then back again. She sucks in a deep breath. “By showing you just how much I want you. Have wanted you. For a long time now.”
Carla thrills at her words, and can’t help smiling. “A long time?”
Lisa rolls her eyes. “Yes, all right. I confess. Don’t let it go to your head.”
Laughing, Carla slips her arms around Lisa’s waist and tugs her closer. “How long?”
“Weeks. Although, to be fair, with everything going on, I didn’t recognise it for what it was. And, you know, it’s been a while for me.”
Carla nods, runs her hands up and down Lisa’s back—not to arouse, but to just let Lisa know she understands what this might mean for her. “Are you ok with us doing this?” she asks, tilting her head so she can look directly into Lisa’s eyes.
Lisa nods. “I am. I’m not going to lie, I am a bit nervous.” She swallows. “There’s been no one since Becky.”
It doesn’t surprise Carla, knowing what she does of Lisa, how much of her life has been taken up by Betsy, her job. “If it’s too soon, especially given what yesterday was—”
“No, it’s not that. I’m ready. And I do really want you,” Lisa says. Then she smiles, and it’s cute and sexy and Carla melts all over again. “I’m just a bit rusty. You’ll have to bear that in mind.”
At this, Carla barks out a laugh. “Rusty? She’s worried about rusty and I’m over here not having a flipping clue what I’m doing!”
Lisa’s smile this time is naughty rather than cute, and something way down low in Carla tightens in the best way possible. “Well, I haven’t forgotten everything. And I’m fairly certain your confidence will have you picking things up in no time. It’s one of the things I first noticed about you—your confidence.”
“Oh yeah?” Carla’s more than pleased with Lisa’s assessment of her.
“God yeah.” Lisa’s eyes flash dark. “The way you marched into my station on the regular to have a go at me about the investigation. You were on fire, and I secretly loved it.” Lisa drops a kiss on the side of Carla’s mouth. “In fact, if I’m completely honest…” Another kiss, on the other side. “It really turned me on.”
Carla sucks in a breath as Lisa’s words hit, and then she stops thinking about words altogether as Lisa claims her mouth in a kiss that can only be described as devouring. There’s no holding back this time—Lisa’s passion is like a wildfire scorching over Carla’s skin. She’s struggling to breathe but there’s no way she’s stopping this…possession of her by Lisa. It just feels too bloody good. Her fingers tighten their grip on Lisa’s waist; the action brings their chests smooshing up against each other.
She’d had no idea another’s woman’s breasts pressed close to hers would make her knees go weak with want, with a surging desire to touch, feel, explore.
“Bed,” she says, finally pulling away to gulp in air. “Now.” She lets go of Lisa to yank her own jacket off and throw it somewhere behind her.
Lisa says nothing, simply takes her hand and leads her to the bedroom.
It’s a little dark inside, the curtains partly drawn, but there’s definitely enough light to see the fire in Lisa’s eyes when she turns back to face Carla.
They both reach for each other at the same time, their hands colliding in a tangle of fingers as Carla aims for Lisa’s shirt and Lisa zeroes in on the hem of Carla’s top. They laugh softly, exchanging sweet kisses as they work out a rhythm that enables both of them to strip the other of those garments. It leaves each of them in a silky camisole, standing close together, chests heaving with breath as their gazes wander.
Carla drinks in the sight before her, the pale skin of Lisa’s arms and chest, the rise and fall of her breasts. She can see black bra straps peaking out from the camisole’s, and without overthinking it, runs a fingertip down one strap from Lisa’s shoulder to the edge of the silk.
Lisa trembles slightly and lifts her gaze to Carla’s. “Want me to take it off?” she says, a hint of a croak in her voice.
“Yes. Please.” Carla can only manage a whisper; her brain and other parts of her anatomy are in overdrive right now. She wonders why she’s not more nervous. If someone had told her six months ago she’d be here, doing this, she’d have scoffed at them before backing off in a hurry.
But she’s not running away from anything, not now that Lisa’s lifting the camisole up over her head and flinging it away. Because what that action reveals makes the breath catch in Carla’s throat, and her fingers itch to move.
Lisa’s breasts, full and enticing in the black satin of her plain but perfectly beautiful bra, are stunning.
Carla traces a path with her finger across the skin at the top of each cup, enjoying the smooth softness of Lisa’s cleavage. Emboldened by Lisa’s hitched breath, she leans forward and marks the same path back the other way with her tongue.
And god, if that doesn’t make her ache with a level of desire she’s not sure she’s known before. She shifts her thighs a little, a vain attempt to alleviate the pressure. She knows, deep down, only Lisa’s touches are going to do that.
“Carla,” Lisa breathes, as Carla lingers with her tongue in the deep valley between Lisa’s breasts.
Carla glances up at her, smirking because she just can’t help herself. Unravelling Lisa is thrilling. “Hm? Everything all right up there DS Swain?”
Lisa huffs out a strained chuckle. “Not really, no.” She lifts Carla away from her breasts and captures her mouth once more, sliding her hands up inside Carla’s camisole as she does so. The stroke of her tongue almost distracts Carla from where her fingers are heading, taking the camisole with them. But when she cups Carla’s bra-clad breasts and gently squeezes, she gains Carla’s full attention.
“Oh, god,” Carla pants, her nipples standing to attention and begging to be touched. She reluctantly lets go of Lisa. “Take it off.”
Lisa obliges, gently guiding the camisole up over Carla’s head and away. Then she stares at Carla’s breasts.
Carla looks down, seeing what Lisa sees. Her own breasts are a little bigger than Lisa’s; she more than fills the lace-edged cups of her favourite bra. It’s one of the sexier ones she possesses, and she’s so pleased she thought to wear it today. Lisa seems to think so too, her gaze locked onto Carla’s chest. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips and Carla can’t help the moan that escapes her throat. “Please…” She’s verging on desperate now, every cell in her body screaming for Lisa to touch her properly.
Lisa nods, almost to herself, and reaches behind Carla to unhook, at the first try, Carla’s bra.
Carla almost sighs with relief, because Lisa’s not making her wait, not torturing her with admittedly delicious kisses and careful touches. No, Lisa’s all in now, it seems, because after dropping Carla’s bra to the floor beside them, she swoops in and takes one nipple between her lips.
“Oh!” Carla throws her head back, eyes closed tight in ecstasy, hands scrabbling for Lisa’s shoulders because otherwise she knows she’s going to collapse.
“You like?” Lisa asks softly, but she doesn’t wait for an answer before drawing Carla’s hard nipple back between her lips and pulling it, gently at first, then with more firmness. She briefly lets it pop from her mouth before taking it with her teeth, nibbling, then sucking with her full mouth enclosed over it.
It’s exquisite. There’s literally no other word.
Carla’s breathing is heavy in the quiet of the room, her hands tight on Lisa’s shoulders, but Lisa doesn’t seem to mind. Carla loses herself in Lisa’s mouth on her breasts and nipples as she covers them with kisses, little bites with her teeth, gentle licks, firm sucks. It all feels so good, and it’s making her gush like a river in the lacy underwear that matches the discarded bra at her feet.
And she hasn’t even got to the good stuff yet. God help me.
Lisa moans as she sucks hard on a nipple, then her fingers are on the move, reaching for the waistband of Carla’s skirt.
“Wait,” Carla says, her voice shredded, “let me. I need to get my bloody boots off and everything.”
Lisa chuckles and steps back. “I forgot you were still wearing them.” She gestures towards Carla’s breasts. “I got a bit distracted.”
“You did,” Carla says breathlessly, as she takes a step back to sit on the edge of the bed. “But you won’t hear any complaints from me about that.”
“Glad to hear it,” Lisa says with a cheeky smile. “Now get your kit off.”
Snorting, Carla bends over to tug off her boots, chucking them in a corner, then shimmies out of her tights and skirt. She’s a little self-conscious by the time she’s in nothing but her underwear, but before she can say anything, Lisa’s undressing before her and that grabs all of her attention.
First the socks go, then the trousers disappear, revealing the glory of those strong thighs and wide hips Carla’s been secretly admiring for some time. Next, the bra’s undone and tossed away, letting Lisa’s breasts hang beautifully right in front of Carla’s face. They’re tipped with pale pink, rock hard nipples that are way too tempting to resist.
Carla leans forward, places her hands lightly on Lisa’s hips, which elicits a soft moan, and then she takes a tentative lick at one nipple.
Lisa makes a sound that’s half gasp, half groan, and it’s all the encouragement Carla needs. She takes another swipe, this time much firmer, and revels in the feel of that hard nipple traveling the length of her soft tongue.
It turns out licking another woman’s nipple is one of the most erotic things she’s ever enjoyed. A warm flush steals its way across her chest and the ache between her legs increases in intensity.
“Carla,” Lisa whispers, running her hands through Carla’s hair and pulling her closer. “Harder…”
Carla doesn’t need asking twice. She sucks, much harder as requested, and is rewarded with a filthy sound from Lisa, who arches her back yet further. Carla does it again, then moves to the other nipple to give it the same treatment.
She’s lost in the feel of Lisa’s nipples beneath her tongue, the heft of her breasts as she cups them, fingers splayed. She learns that Lisa really likes it if she sucks on one nipple while toying with the other with her fingertips, and squirrels that bit of info away for later.
Later? Will there be a later? For all she knows, Lisa’s going to be a one-and-done kind of woman. But after everything that’s got them to this, here and now, somehow she doubts that.
She’s pulled from her thoughts by Lisa’s hands on her shoulders, gently pushing. “Lie down,” Lisa says when their gazes meet. “I really need to touch you.”
Carla wriggles back up the bed with alacrity, earning her another of those cheeky smiles.
“I do like a bit of enthusiasm.” Lisa bites her bottom lip as she crawls up the bed towards Carla, and Carla’s heart rate climbs rapidly the nearer she gets.
Lisa stops on all fours above Carla, hands either side of Carla’s head, one leg between Carla’s, but not touching her. Carla gazes down the length of her, past the sway of her breasts—god, how she wants to lick them once more—to the plain black briefs that hug her hips, the strength of her thighs. It’s all so bloody sexy.
Then Lisa brings her other leg between Carla’s, nudging Carla’s thighs apart. It ramps up the ache, amplifies the need, making Carla feel as if she’s a sizzling live wire.
And then Lisa slowly lays her body fully on Carla, and it takes her breath away.
There’s soft, warm skin covering so much of her, the generous mounds of Lisa’s breasts pressing into her own. It’s disorientating at first, and she takes a moment just to breathe. To be aware that it’s another woman on top of her. The landscape they create is different, that’s for sure. But it’s also incredible, and Carla knows she needs to focus on that before any of her fears about whether this is right for her, for them, creep back in.
“You ok?” Lisa asks, sweeping her hair back behind her neck and then running a gentle fingertip along the line of Carla’s jaw.
She could lie and say she’s fine. But she doesn’t want to lie to Lisa about this. God knows there’s been enough lies between them already.
“It feels…different. But good different,” she says quickly as a frown begins on Lisa’s forehead. “Really good,” she whispers. She places a hand on Lisa’s cheek. “Just needed a moment to, I don’t know, get used to it?”
“I get that,” Lisa says softly. “And you know we don’t have to do anything else. If you’re not ready, we can stop. Or just stay like this. Whatever you want.”
Carla nods, appreciating Lisa’s willingness to make this as easy as possible for her. Except, now that she’s more used to the feel of Lisa on her, is sharply aware of the fact that Lisa is pressing into her, only the material of their underwear between them, stopping is not on the menu.
She pulls Lisa down for a kiss, slipping her arms around her shoulders and holding her tight as she dives deep with her tongue. Lisa makes that half groan sound again, deep in her throat, and her hips press even further against Carla’s. Her hand snakes into Carla’s hair and grips. It’s a sweet pain, one that has Carla lifting her hips to meet Lisa’s, thoughts and doubts and fears receding as lust—finally—fully takes over.
Lisa gasps against her mouth and begins a gentle thrusting into Carla.
It’s as if someone lit a firework between them; Carla’s entire body fizzes with each of Lisa’s movements. She moans, and pure instinct, pure need, makes her lift her legs and wrap them around Lisa.
“Oh, fuck,” Lisa hisses, her breath warm on Carla’s lips. “I need… Can we take these off?” Her fingers skim down Carla’s body to the waistband of her underwear.
“Bloody hell, yes!” Carla’s just a mess of heat and wetness now, and as Lisa lifts her body away from Carla’s, she unwraps her legs from around Lisa’s hips.
They roll apart slightly, laughing—giggling, some might say—as they each hurriedly shove down their briefs and toss them aside.
Lisa stares down at Carla, her face flushed.
Carla, lust firmly in the driving seat, doesn’t hesitate to open her legs wider, and the movement makes Lisa shudder above her.
“Carla…” she whispers, before laying beside, her, hooking one leg over one of Carla’s. Then she runs her fingertips over Carla’s nipples, squeezing and rolling them, before lowering her head to kiss Carla again. It’s slow, and sensual, and it mirrors the slow movements of her fingers as they trail down from Carla’s breasts to her stomach.
Carla holds on to Lisa, letting her fingertips play over Lisa’s back and down to her hips. She loves the curves, the way her touch can elicit undulations in Lisa’s body. How those movements press Lisa further against Carla’s thigh, and bring her awareness of how wet Lisa is.
They kiss and kiss, and all the while, Lisa is tracing random patterns over Carla’s body with her fingers. Except Carla is vaguely aware it’s not so random; each touch is bringing Lisa nearer to Carla’s centre, and she almost hums with anticipation.
When Lisa runs her fingers over the soft hair between Carla’s legs, Carla moans into Lisa’s mouth.
“Soon,” Lisa murmurs, then moves her fingers to stroke the inside of Carla’s thighs. Back and forth, slow and easy, each sweep upwards bringing her nearer Carla’s wetness but not quite touching.
It’s driving Carla insane with need.
“Lisa… God, please…” She doesn’t care that she’s begging, that she’s telegraphing her need so clearly. She wants Lisa touching her, and now would be a good time for her to start.
Lisa smiles against Carla’s mouth. “Well,” she whispers, “as you asked so nicely.”
And then—finally, mercifully—she slowly drifts a finger through Carla’s wet folds.
It’s electric. Utterly delicious. And it has Carla’s hips rocketing upwards as a long, low groan escapes her throat.
“Good?” Lisa asks, and it’s not teasing. Once again she’s checking in with Carla, and it makes Carla feel so safe.
“Very, very good.” Carla manages a smile through her lust-filled haze. “Don’t stop.”
“Oh, I don’t intend to.” Lisa’s eyes darken and the look in them, of sexy determination and want? It blows Carla’s mind.
Lisa moves her fingers, stroking, caressing, learning. Every touch makes Carla writhe with pleasure. She looks up at Lisa with half-lidded eyes, sees the ecstasy also playing out on Lisa’s features, marvels at how Lisa can be feeling so much just from touching her. And wondering how much she will feel from doing the same to Lisa, knowing she wants that almost as much as she wants more of Lisa’s touch right now.
“You feel so bloody good,” Lisa says, her voice tight, her gaze drifting down to watch her own hand between Carla’s legs. “God, I don’t think I can wait… If this is too much, too soon, then say so…”
And before Carla can make sense of her words, Lisa’s on the move, kissing her way down Carla’s body, and not stopping until she’s pushed her shoulders between Carla’s thighs.
Oh. God.
Carla’s brain freezes at the prospect of Lisa’s tongue on her. She presses her hands into the bed, grasping handfuls of sheet, knowing she’s going to need an anchor to help her deal with what’s coming her way.
She was right to prepare, because the first swipe of Lisa’s tongue over her clit makes her cry out loud from the sheer unadulterated pleasure of it.
“Oh my god,” she gasps out, hands tightening on the sheets. “Lisa… I…”
Lisa hums against her and licks again, this time dragging her tongue over the whole of Carla. “You taste incredible…” she says, before continuing to lick, up and down, over, under.
Then, when Carla didn’t think it could possibly get any better, Lisa presses a finger to Carla’s entrance and looks up at her questioningly.
Carla nods frantically and a moment later, Lisa’s tongue is back on her clit as her finger slides oh so easily inside Carla. She withdraws and goes back in with two, and Carla moans very loudly.
Is it possible to die from pleasure? Carla’s so turned on, her heart’s threatening to beat its way out of her chest. She’s been on the receiving end of oral before, of course, but it’s never felt like this. Lisa’s touch and attention to Carla’s pleasure are beautiful, pulling sensations from Carla she honestly didn’t think were going to be part of her life anymore. Oh, sure, she’d thought she might find someone one day. But not someone like this. That was something she’d never dared to dream of.
Tears prick at her eyes as emotion swamps her. She pushes it away; she’s in no state to deal with that now. She needs to get ready for the orgasm that she knows Lisa is about to pull from her body. There’s no way she won’t come, not with the way Lisa feels inside her, or the way Lisa’s licking her, every tongue stroke on her clit driving her ever higher.
Lisa releases her other hand from Carla’s hip and searches for Carla’s hand, clasping it tight when their fingers entwine. And then she increases the speed of her thrusting fingers, and her tongue flicks on Carla’s clit. All of it increases the instinctive rolling of Carla’s hips, the breathy cries she sends out into the room.
She loses herself in the pleasure, her only focus Lisa’s fingers and tongue and the way Lisa is making her feel. With a little increase in pressure from Lisa’s tongue, Carla sucks in a breath and waits for it. She can feel it, low in her belly, building its way up and out. God, how she wants it and yet at the same time wants it to take its time, because she doesn’t want this to end.
She doesn’t get a choice in that, though—her body’s ready, doesn’t have anything with which to fight Lisa’s incredible touches.
Lisa’s groan of pleasure, reverberating against Carla’s clit, is what sends her over the edge. Her orgasm crashes through her, lifting her hips off the bed, making her clutch at Lisa’s hand as tightly as she can while she rides each wave. Her back is arched, every nerve ending on fire.
“Lisa… god…” she pants, her free hand gently pushing Lisa’s head away because she just can’t take anymore right now.
She dares to look down her body at Lisa, and the expression on her face, the hunger she sees there, makes her breathing even more ragged. She’s not sure anyone’s ever looked at her like that, with that intensity, that need written all over their features.
“Ok?” Lisa whispers, before easing her fingers out from inside her. She frees her other hand to wipe her mouth with the back of it.
Carla can only nod and give Lisa a smile. Words will eventually come, she’s sure, but they’re not possible right now.
Lisa seems to understand, and chuckles softly. “Good.”
She slowly makes her way back up Carla’s body to lie on top of her, holding her tenderly, dropping soft kisses on Carla’s jaw, her cheeks, her lips.
Carla brings her closer, wrapping her arms and legs around her, bringing their wet centres together. God, Lisa’s so wet, and that thrills her. “That was…” Carla shrugs and laughs. “Bloody hell, I don’t even know where to start.”
Lisa looks rather pleased with herself, and Carla will let her have that one. She’s definitely earned it.
She kisses Lisa once more, then flops back against the pillow. She becomes aware of how dry her mouth is, presumably from all the gasping and heavy breathing she’s spent the last god knows how long doing.
She smiles wryly up at Lisa. “I’m going to get some water. Do you want some?”
Lisa shakes her head then eases her body off Carla to lie beside her, one arm above her head, the other laying on her own stomach. “I’m good.”
“Ok. Won’t be long.” Carla lets her gaze roam over Lisa’s naked form, a mix of desire and nerves swirling in her head now that she can think a little clearer. She definitely wants to do things to Lisa, but the idea of starting is somehow a bit daunting. Lisa’s clearly experienced—will she think Carla’s first attempt will be a bit fumbling, that it’ll be obvious Carla is making it up as she goes along? She knows she could just copy what Lisa did to her, but she’s not sure she’s totally ready to go down on another woman just yet. Although the thought does intrigue her…
Feeling her face flush at the thought, she turns away and climbs off the bed. She slips into a dressing gown and hurries from the bedroom.
She stops in the hallway, peeking around to the main room to make sure she’s alone. They’d been so wrapped up in each other she wouldn’t have heard anyone coming home even if an entire brass band had stomped through the front door.
She walks across to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water, shaking her head slightly as flashbacks to the last hour or so play like a movie trailer in her head. It’s almost like it happened to someone else. It couldn’t have been her, losing herself in the touch of another woman, could it? She takes a big gulp and huffs out a half laugh, staring into space, vaguely aware of Lisa’s phone buzzing on the table.
What happens now? Where does this go? She’s had sex with another woman. With Lisa. What does that mean?
She lowers the bottle then says quietly into the empty room, “What am I doing?”