Carla was breathless once more before they’d even made it halfway up the stairs. Joel had only made it a few more steps before he stopped again, before he kissed her again. He pressed her up against the nearest wall, careful to be sure of his footing. Carla wasn’t worried, though. There was no room in her mind for fear, there was only the overwhelming desire pulsing through her body in time to his kisses.
Joel thrust his tongue against her lips and she opened eagerly, granting him entrance, and she moaned at the feel of him, the taste of him. Like heat and spice and something else, something dark and possessive and all male as he took her mouth with his. His hips pressed into hers and all she could was hang on as her body writhed mindlessly against him. Lust and adrenaline intensified every sensation and desire made her reach out, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling him even closer against her. But still, it wasn’t close enough.
“Joel, please,” she begged, whispering the words against his ear before nipping the soft lobe gently. She hissed out a pained breath, “Please, take me. Please, I need you to fuck me.” Her words triggered something deep inside him because, with a roar, he was moving again, so fast that the rest of the house passed by in a blur. It didn’t matter. She could see him.
She could see the lust etched harshly into his features, the hot look in his flashing silver eyes that held promises that made her whole body shudder. And there was something else there, a warmth to temper the wildness. But before she could register more than that, he kicked open a door with his foot, spun her around and pressed her back up against it so fast she lost her breath completely.
Carla looked up into his eyes, as changeable as a summer storm, and knew every roiling, tumultuous feeling was shining in her own. She’d never been good at hiding her emotions, knew she wore them on her face like a sign and she hoped he wouldn’t see, wouldn’t be able to read the meaning behind them.
Suddenly he was sliding her down his hard body, her own throbbing painfully at the contact before he grabbed her by the shoulders, flipped her around and pressed her once more against the solid wood door. She would have protested but a second later he was there, his big body flush against hers, her back to his front.
“Don’t look at me like that, Carla,” he whispered roughly against her ear, punctuating the words with a quick, hard bite against her neck.
“Like what?” she just barely managed the words, but she knew the answer already. Instinctively she arched her back, pressing her hips back against his and trembling at the hard ridge that met her.
“Fuck!” Joel bit off the word violently and his hands made quick work of her t-shirt, her bra soon following to the floor and they both groaned as his fingers swept over the curves of her breasts, caressing them in just the way that she needed.
His hands swept down after tweaking both of her nipples into hard peaks and he moved back just enough to untangle the button of her jeans, slide down the zipper and push them from her hips, taking the little scrap of lace panties with it.
As soon as she was naked, he was back, the warmth from his big body against hers felt like a furnace at her back. His hands moved over her body until she moved restlessly against him again, needing more than his teasing touches. Needing so much more.
His fingers wrapped around each of her wrists, dragged them up above her head, and held them in place with just one hand while the other went back to its delicious torment. The lack of movement made her go wild and his clever fingers that swept down over the sensitive skin of her hip and then even lower didn’t help.
She moaned at his sudden caress and he moaned right along with her at the wetness he found as his long fingers played against her pussy. Still light, still teasing, he tortured her with feather light touches that brought her right to the edge, just holding her there breathless and aching and needing him.
Over and over Joel brought her to the brink, kept her there panting and begging for more. He denied her, giving her pleasure like she’d never experienced before, but pulling back just at the last moment until she felt like her entire body was trembling, vibrating with need and sensation.
Now, it just took a single touch to have her there again, just short of exploding and every nerve ending was on fire for him. She needed him. Now. She couldn’t wait any longer.
“Please, Joel,” she pleaded, arching her restless body, cat-like against him. Finally he relented, just enough to let her turn in his embrace, his eyes heavy-lidded and hard with desire. He’d been torturing himself just as much as her and she loved the way his eyes widened in surprise as she slid to her knees in front of him. His shirt was already gone, taken off sometime but lost in her lust-induced haze. But she wanted to see the rest of him.
Carla didn’t waste any time. She yanked at the button of his jeans, sliding down the zipper in her rush to get to him, to see him,to taste him. Her mouth watered at the thought and she licked her lips. She didn’t hear Joel’s groan at the action, her focus all on getting him as naked as she already was. She wanted to be able to touch as much of him as she could.
Her hands were shaking in anticipation by the time she finally slid his boxers down over the impressive length of his erection and before he could even step out of the material, she was there. Her mouth slid over him, loving the contradiction of velvet softness and steel hardness underneath.
The salty sweet taste of him exploded on her tongue and the tremble in his thighs told her he was already as close to edge as she was. His words only confirmed it for her.
“Jesus, sugar, if you keep that up I’m not going to last very long with that sweet mouth of yours wrapped around me,” his words were rough, harsh, as if drawn over sandpaper and they echoed through her along with the molten look flashing in his bright silver eyes.
There was a challenge there, in their depths, that she responded to instinctively and she moved her mouth up and down him even more vigorously. He seemed to swell impossibly bigger, a husky groan on his lips just a second before he pulled back. Carla stared up at him with a pout playing on her kiss-swollen lips and Joel gave a rough chuckle at her expression before pulling her up to her feet.
“You are a temptress,” he said, his voice deep and scratchy as he walked them backwards towards the bed.
“And you are a tease,” Carla said back, feeling the agreeing throb of her body. As the backs of her knees hit the bed, his expression morphed into something serious, something dominating and in command that made her throb even harder. She was so wet and hot and ready for him she couldn’t even speak.
“No more teasing, Carla,” Joel finally said, not breaking the tension that had wrapped around them, just making it grow until it was thick enough to wade through. There was something there, twisting on the edge of his words that made her catch her breath. The mood between them changed as he laid her down gently on the down comforter of the bed. There was a moment of waiting, of wanting, as he grabbed the small foil packet from the nightstand drawer and slid on a condom before he was moving as fluid as water to cover her body with his own.
The very air between them seemed to morph as something more than lust passed from her bright blue eyes to his silver, and then back again. It felt charged, arcing with electricity that made the hair on her arms stand on end and sent chills erupting down her body.
As Joel settled between her open thighs, she sighed out in pure bliss, struck by the rightness of the moment. Chest tight, breath stalled, and heart racing, she let it all go as he sank home deep inside her.
This was what she needed, this was all she needed. Joel, his body moving in perfect rhythm with hers as they danced the oldest dance. It was timeless and fragile and magic, she could feel the power of it arc across her skin, pushing her higher and higher, farther than she thought she could go, but she knew Joel was there to catch her.
So different from the first time, when she’d been blinded and her hands tied. It had been amazing and she had loved every minute of it, but this felt more, somehow. More intense, more beautiful, and so much deeper. She felt every part of herself reach out to him as his pace increased.
His thick erection hit that sweet spot deep inside her with every thrust and the motion of his hips drove her up, building the sensations on top of each other, growing and growing until she couldn’t hang on any more. With a cry, she exploded. Fireworks flashed behind her eyelids and everything in the world narrowed to where Joel’s body met hers, so deep inside her she wasn’t sure where he stopped and she began.
With a shudder, she felt him climax, drawing a rough groan from his throat as he hammered against her, drawing out every last trembling, golden drop of ecstasy. With a curse he collapsed on top of her, nestled into her neck and gave her a quick, startling nip over the spot he’d marked her earlier before he dropped bonelessly in bed next to her.