Her whole world seemed to narrow to where his mouth moved against hers. His hands were sweeping furiously across her body, up and down as if searching for any hint of bare skin and he growled in frustration when he couldn’t find any. So did she.
Carla had never felt need like this. It was all-consuming and overwhelming and she gratefully sank into its warm embrace as she tore at his clothes just as violently. The kiss was hard and furious, taking more than giving and it was just what she needed. Something strong, something real.
Finally, she was naked and she dragged his shirt off, followed quickly by his jeans and he was wild as he turned her, backing her against the wall and grasping her thighs to wrap around his hips. Joel ground his rock hard erection against the wet, aching part of her, but his boxers were still separating them.
But it wasn’t enough. There was still clothing between his flesh and hers and she desperately needed nothing in between them at all. She needed him. Joel. All of him, nothing held back because she was so far past the point where she could hold any part of herself from him. She wanted to give everything.
With a growl of frustration, she tugged at the waistband of his boxers and he finally granted her wish, sliding them down and baring all of his magnificent self to her. She licked her lips like a kid in a candy store and rough chuckle burst from his mouth.
“If you keep looking at me like that…” Joel said, his voice hoarse and he wasted no time sliding a condom from his wallet, ripping the packet open and then rolling it on his impressive erection before he was back. He pushed her against the wall harder this time and in one swift motion he was inside her to the hilt.
Carla threw back her head on a cry of pleasure but he didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down. He just pulled out, and thrust inside again, as deep as he could go in that position and with each hitch of his hips, her back scraped against the hard wall, but she didn’t notice. Her entire world had narrowed to the spot where their bodies were joined together.
Over and over he thrust into her, the sweet ache starting to grow and burn inside her, but the angle wasn’t deep enough and soon Joel was wrapping his arms around her. Still inside her, he spun her around, supporting her as if she weighted nothing as he walked towards the bed.
Each step was pure torture, feeling him move and shift inside her and Carla scraped her nails down his back, searching for purchase and nipped as the side of his throat. Joel stumbled and gave her a light swat to her ass that was clenched in his hands.
“Stop that or I’ll drop you,” he ordered and his tone was low and rough and full of a desire that made her do it again. She gasped as his arms were suddenly gone from around her and she fell a foot or two before landing on the mattress with a bounce.
She opened her mouth to reprimand him but he was there again, kissing her, loving her, and any other thoughts were chased from her mind.
She moved to wrap her arms around him once more but before she could, his grip on her hips made her flip over onto her stomach on the silk sheets, and then lifted her up to her hands and knees.
His hands were everywhere, sliding over her, making the pleasure inside her grow and grow until it was a painful ache.
“Please, Joel,” she whispered brokenly, wantonly, “Please.”
Finally, he was there, his hands gripped her hips hard and pulled her back against him but then those hands slide up her spine, leaving tingling electric shocks in their wake, grasped both of her wrists in one hand and held them restrained above her head.
The position made his body cover all of hers and her hips arched towards him even more dramatically and finally, finally he thrust inside her. They both groaned at the pleasure, the angle of it letting him go deep, deep inside her and it made all her muscles clench around him. Joel cried out again, dragging his thick shaft out and then slamming all the way back in.
Slowly they found a rhythm that sent fireworks shattering through her body and when Joel swept his other hand underneath her to caress her nipple, tugging and pulling in just the way she needed, she thought she saw real explosions then.
It was passionate and intense, but it was also tender, and every thrust against her sent her closer and closer to that golden edge. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she wasn’t even aware that she was crying out his name but soon enough she really was exploding, her entire body going up in wave after wave of flame that threatened to consume her and in the safe embrace of Joel, she let it.
Carla heard him cry out above her and felt his orgasm shudder through him, drawing out her own pleasure until finally they were both sweaty and spent.
They both laid there, breathless and sweat-soaked and numb from satisfaction and Carla couldn’t help the single tear that slipped from the corner of her eye to roll in a wet track down her cheek. Joel caught it with the tip of his finger, tilting her face towards his.
“Hey, what wrong?” he asked, his expression concerned, but she just shook her head, unable to find the words even though she tried.
“It’s just…I’ve never, I’ve never felt this right before,” she finally said, still struggling for the words to explain the immense feeling filling her up. She felt like she was glowing from the inside out and Joel leaned down and kissed her. It was so sweet, so soft that her breath hitched in her chest at the tenderness of it but all too soon he was pulling back again.
He rolled onto his back once more, pulling her with him until her head was pillowed against the muscles of his chest and they both sighed in contentment. Moments passed and Carla felt herself slipping under sleep’s embrace, but then Joel spoke again and she could feel the rumble of his words against her ear.
“So, tell me about this plan of yours,” Carla turned over his words for a moment before finally speaking.
“I want to lay a trap for Maurice,” she said slowly, tentatively. She tried to gauge his reaction but he was just watching her steadily, waiting.
“And how exactly are you going to do that?”
“Bait, of course,” she grinned a little at that but Joel was already shaking his head, his arms coming around her protectively.
“No, absolutely not. I’m not letting you put yourself in any more danger.” Warmth exploded through her at his words, and her grin grew a little wider.
“See, that’s the brilliance of the plan. It won’t really be me. Maurice will just think it’s me.”
“I don’t get it,” Joel said, looking confused.
“If you can get a hold of Sparkplug, I’ll call Elle and get her here, then I’ll reveal everything.”
Joel stared at her for another long moment and she could see him weighing her words in his mind. But finally, he shrugged his acceptance.
“Okay, I’ll call him. But if I don’t like the plan, we’re not going to do it, alright?” Carla just laid there, her own thoughts racing. It had to work. Her plan had to work. It was the only option they had.