You Could Just Take it Off
Lisa was lost in the moment—the heat of Carla’s mouth against hers, the weight of her hands on her waist, the intoxicating realization that she was soaking the fabric of the panties Carla had perfectly stitched to fit her ass in the way she wanted to see it.
The bra was still unclasped, hanging loosely around Lisa’s shoulders, the straps slipping slightly down her arms. Carla’s fingers skimmed the exposed skin of her back, featherlight but deliberate, like she was memorizing every inch.
Lisa let out a slow breath, pressing closer, her hands sliding up Carla’s arms, fingers grazing the delicate slope of her neck.
Carla’s breath hitched.
Lisa pulled back just slightly, eyes hooded, lips tingling from the kiss. “You never finished fixing it,” she murmured.
Carla swallowed hard, gaze flickering to where the bra hung open against Lisa’s skin.
Lisa smirked, tilting her head. “Are you going to?”
Carla’s breath was uneven, her fingers twitching where they hovered near Lisa’s back.
She could fix it. Could clasp it back into place, pretend like this wasn’t happening, pretend like she wasn’t standing here in the dim glow of The Factory, Lisa’s bare skin warm beneath her hands.
But she didn’t move.
Lisa’s smirk deepened, her fingers drifting from Carla’s arms to her collarbone, tracing lightly before sliding lower, teasing.
"Or," Lisa murmured, voice sultry, "you could just take it off."
Carla’s exhale was sharp, her grip tightening slightly at Lisa’s waist, fingertips pressing into soft skin like she was grounding herself.
Lisa didn’t rush her.
Didn’t push.
She just waited—watching, feeling, giving Carla the space to make the decision.
Carla swallowed hard, her hands moving tentatively, fingertips skimming along Lisa’s ribs, brushing against the delicate lace, the silk of the undone straps.
Lisa’s lips parted, a slow inhale making her chest rise just enough to shift the loose fabric of the bra.
Carla’s fingers flexed, hovering at the edge of indecision.
Then, slowly—deliberately—she slid the straps from Lisa’s shoulders.
Lisa’s breath caught, heat pooling low in her stomach as the fabric loosened, slipping down her arms, threatening to fall away entirely.
Carla didn’t step back.
Didn’t look away.
Lisa was still holding onto the last threads of fabric between them, her hands shaking slightly with anticipation.
"Carla," she whispered, tilting her head just enough to brush her lips over the shell of Carla’s ear.
That was all it took.
Carla let out a quiet curse under her breath, her restraint snapping as her hands finally grabbed the straps of the bra ripping them down her arms and turning Lisa in the process. The burgundy work of art fell to Lisa’s feet as Lisa was exposed from behind, her breasts then covered with Carla’s hands instead. She let them roam over her feeling the hardness erupt between her fingers.
Lisa gasped softly, rolling her head back to the contrast of Carla’s gentle kisses on her shoulders and back with her strong hands around her front.
Carla had spent so much time obsessing over every detail of this set—designed to fit Lisa’s body perfectly—that it only felt fair to reward herself by exploring the body she had crafted it for.
With her left hand cupping Lisa’s breast, she let her right drift lower, teasing along the delicate, shimmering lace waistband. The touch sent a jolt through Lisa, a sharp gasp escaping her lips, her body arching into Carla’s with a silent plea for more.
After a moment, Carla’s lips brushed against Lisa’s ear, her voice husky. “Can I?”
Lisa barely managed to nod, utterly lost in the warmth of Carla’s skin against her own, the intoxicating scent of amber, leather, and just a hint of soft femininity surrounding her. Her head tilted back, resting lightly against Carla’s shoulder as she surrendered to the sensation.
Carla’s fingers slipped beneath the delicate fabric, and the sharp inhale she took at what she found sent a thrill through Lisa. A low, needy sound escaped Carla as she kissed her way down Lisa’s neck—hot, desperate, claiming—before turning her in her arms and capturing her mouth in a breathless, consuming kiss.
Lisa was drowning in her.
But she wasn’t about to let Carla have all the control.
With effort, she pulled herself back, meeting Carla’s gaze—dark and full of something dangerously addictive. The smudged edges of her expertly applied makeup only made her look even more devastatingly beautiful.
Lisa’s lips curled into a smirk. “Take off your clothes.”
Carla arched a brow. “Wouldn’t you rather do it yourself?”
Lisa exhaled slowly, her fingers trailing down Carla’s arms before pulling back entirely. “No,” she murmured, voice thick with intent. “I want the same luxury you had—watching me.”
A flicker of something wicked danced in Carla’s expression, but she didn’t argue.
Lisa took a step closer, voice quieter now, more urgent. “Do you have a bed here? A couch—anything?”
She was done waiting. She needed Carla—all of her.
And she needed it now.