For Carla it was an innate desire to be recognized for who she was, a separate entity from all the Lindsay Davenports in his past. But she was unprepared for the sensory overload that was the taste, smell and touch of Falcon. Her arm snaked across his back in an attempt to bring him even closer, an explicit signal that she wanted more.
She released her lips slightly allowing the tip of her tongue to play against the soft tissue of his lips. Falcon gave an audible groan before his lips claimed her tongue and held it captive.
Emboldened by the sound if his pleasure, she freed herself from his lips and explored the skin on the side of his neck. The smell of his cologne still lingered. The mix of essential oils on his skin was heady and intoxicating. She grazed his chin. The beginnings of a six o’clock tickled her.
She felt Falcon caress her the narrow of her waist even as her own hand hands explored the various planes on his back. It felt firm and solid to the touch. With only a slight hesitation, her hands travelled even lower to his buttocks and she gave it a slight squeeze. It felt compact, almost solid like a rock.
“Carla…” she heard the breathy sigh escape his lips. “You don’t know how much I wanted to see you again, how much I wanted to hold you and kiss you, how frustrated I was being unable to do so.”
Carla heard the honest longing in his voice and believed him. It made her euphoric just thinking she had no sole proprietorship on the torment she felt all these weeks. She understood that he must have been torn between getting the property and seeing her again. It was enough.
She drew back and led him inside the bedroom. Falcon went around to her back. She stood still as he unzipped her dress, felt him open it even as he gathered her hair to one side and kiss the back of her neck. The touch of his lips on the sensitive skin of her nape and shoulders made the hairs on her body stand on ends. Then his hands reached for the hen of her dress and hoisted it over head leaving her half-naked.
He turned her around gently facing him. He unbuttoned the front of his shirt before taking them off. Carla was hypnotized by the sprinkling of hair on his chest that narrowed down and gathered just above the waist bands.
She remembered what lay just beneath. Egged on by the desire to see it again, her hands felt frenzied as she helped him unzip his pants and drop them to the floor.
“Let’s take it slow,” he muttered, his breath hot on her face. “Not like the first time.”
Carla liked that. The memory of the frenzied coupling of that first time, although hot and steamy, was something she’s rather forget. It wasn’t them, it was just the bottles of wine they consumed.
This? This felt real. This was them.
Their eyes locked in unspoken understanding. She nipped the flesh on his shoulders, aware that his hands went for the back of her bra and with an expert flick, unsnapped them. His mouth followed a path from the side of her neck down to her chest as his hand cupped one breast and kissed the other.
Carla threw back her head and sighed. She felt him go down on his knees, hook both thumbs around the sides of her panties and glided them down her legs.
“You have beautiful legs,” he whispered kissing the front of her thighs before moving his head upwards and planting a kiss on her navel.
Carla felt the spike of desire as he moved down on her breathing deeply against her navel.
“You smell so good,” his muffled voice reached her.
Her back arched as a moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Then she looked down and their eyes met. She ran a hand through his hair and tugged gently telling him to rise. They stared into each other’s eyes, the message in her eyes clear to see.
Falcon’s arms reached out for her back and the back of her knees and carried her to the bed. He positioned her on the soft mattress before leaving the bed and walking to a nearby cabinet. Carla wondered what it was he was searching for till she saw him open a box and pull out a condom.
“A bit too late,” she grinned in her head. But she kept quiet.
He returned and straddled her around the waist. Then he bent and came close and kissed her on the lips, nibbling and sucking, his probing tongue exploring her mouth.
His lips traveled down again to her chest as he kissed her breasts, his tongue flicking and licking against her nipples. Carla felt them go rigid in desire. Falcon followed a path down her waist to her navel, then he pushed her legs apart and prostrated between them.
Carla knew it was only a matter of time before she felt that hot and cold flash of desire. It gathered gently as he reached out and parted the lips of her vagina, his fingers searching for her clitoris. When he finally found his mark, he massaged the area around it, increasing the pressure gently, until he felt her juices flow. He took possession of the sensitized nub, sucking and flicking it.
Carla thrashed wildly feeling the glorious intensity of the growing pools of desire. She felt like dry leaves set on fire. It was consuming her and turning into a wildfire. Her breath tuned from pants to heavy gasps with Falcon’s unceasing attention to her clitoris. She wanted him to stop…not to stop…it was confusing. The cold and hot sensations were shooting off her body like arrows. She knew that if he didn’t stop now, she would come before him.
“Falcon,” she gasped, “Please stop. I think I’m coming.”
“That’s exactly what I want you to do so I can have you longer when I’m ready,” Falcon replied.
He moved upward and hovered above her breast while dexterous fingers were left behind to continue where his tongue left off. Then his tongue did the same torture on her nipples that he inflicted on her clit.
The wildfire in Carla turned into conflagration. The combination of fingers and tongue on the most sensitive parts of her body was more than torture. It begged for release. Her moans turned into groans that became high pitched as her orgasm gathered and pooled. Her body arched off the bed, no longer able to control the pools of desire that had reached its apex and turned itself into a massive orgasm.
“Oh, Falcon.” She lay limp and spent as he moved to his side and cradled his head with his elbows. A knowing smile painted across his face. Carla opened her eyes and saw him watching. She noticed his hard-on too. A strong desire to give back all the pleasure overtook her.
Carla lifted herself up and pushed him flat on his back. She sat with her legs tucked under her as she straddled him. She kissed and nipped his abs, following a path down to his navel, following the happy trail, before placing a firm grip on his cock. His eyes squinted in pleasure as Carla’s fingers caressed the stiff rod.
