Chapter 8
Carla’s gaze dragged over Lisa’s bare skin, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the sight of her. The hunger in her eyes sent a shiver through Lisa, but she refused to squirm beneath it. Instead, she stepped closer, letting the heat between them build, letting Carla feel just how much she wanted this.
Carla exhaled sharply, her fingers twitching at her sides. “You’re killing me,” she murmured.
Lisa smirked, trailing her fingertips down Carla’s still-clothed torso, feeling the tension coiled beneath. “Then fix it,” she whispered.
A challenge. A demand.
Carla didn’t hesitate. She reached for the zipper at her side, but Lisa caught her wrists, stopping her.
“Slowly,” Lisa said, voice thick with intent. “I want to watch.”
Carla’s breath hitched, but she obeyed, undoing the zipper with agonizing patience. Lisa watched, transfixed, as fabric slid away, revealing inch after inch of smooth, golden skin. The lace beneath was dark against her body, teasing, tempting.
Lisa swallowed, her pulse hammering. Gorgeous.
When Carla finally let the dress fall to the floor, Lisa reached out, tracing a single fingertip along the curve of her hip.
“Better,” she murmured.
Carla’s lips curled into something wicked before she closed the distance between them, pressing Lisa back until her bare skin met cool, unyielding wood.
“You like to watch?” Carla breathed, her lips ghosting over Lisa’s jaw, her hands igniting fire everywhere they touched.
Lisa’s breath hitched, fingers threading into Carla’s hair as she pulled her in, her own pulse hammering in her throat.
“Well, in that case…” Carla murmured, her voice thick with something dangerous. Slowly, deliberately, she let her fingers trail beneath the delicate waistband of her underwear. A sharp inhale. A bitten lip. Her head tipped back as she let out a shuddering sigh, her own pleasure blooming under her touch.
Lisa could only watch, mesmerized.
“I can’t wait for you to feel this,” Carla whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. “To feel what you’ve done to me. I’m dripping, Lisa.”
Lisa swayed, nearly undone by the sight alone. The hunger clawing at her finally snapped.
She caught Carla’s wrist, stopping the slow glide of her fingers. Without breaking eye contact, she lifted Carla’s hand to her mouth, parting her lips. Her tongue flicked over slick fingers before she took them in, sucking slow and deep.
Carla choked out a gasp, her knees threatening to buckle. She had never seen anything so erotic—so completely, devastatingly Lisa.
And she was about to come undone because of it.
Carla’s breath faltered, her body tensing as Lisa released her fingers with a slow drag of her tongue.
“Fuck,” Carla whispered, her eyes dark with something molten.
Lisa smirked, gripping Carla’s wrist just a little tighter before guiding her hand down, pressing it flat against her own bare stomach.
“Feel what you do to me,” Lisa murmured, voice thick with desire.
Carla didn’t need to be told twice. She surged forward, capturing Lisa’s mouth in a kiss that was all heat and hunger, pushing her back until Lisa’s spine met the edge of the table. Lisa gasped, and Carla took the opening, deepening the kiss as she slipped a thigh between Lisa’s legs.
Lisa’s hands flew to Carla’s shoulders, fingers digging in as the pressure sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She rolled her hips, desperate for more, and Carla groaned at the feeling of slick heat against her bare skin.
“God, Lisa…” Carla’s voice was wrecked, her hands steadying Lisa’s waist as she guided her into a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Lisa let her head fall back, exposing the curve of her throat, and Carla didn’t hesitate. She traced open-mouthed kisses along Lisa’s pulse point, nipping just enough to make her gasp.
Carla’s grip on Lisa’s waist tightened, grounding them both as Lisa rocked against her. The friction—hot, unbearable, perfect—had them both trembling.
Lisa’s nails scraped down Carla’s back, and Carla groaned, pressing harder, grinding up into her with a desperate need of her own.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Carla rasped, her lips brushing against Lisa’s ear.
Lisa shuddered, her breath coming fast. “Then die with me.”
Carla barely had a second to register the words before Lisa’s hands slid into her hair, dragging her into another kiss—messy, consuming, unstoppable.
Carla’s breath came in short, uneven bursts, her body taut beneath Lisa’s touch. She could feel the way Lisa trembled against her, the way her hips moved instinctively, seeking more—needing more.
Lisa’s hands slid down Carla’s back, slow and deliberate, fingertips ghosting over bare skin. When she reached the lace still clinging to Carla’s hips, she hesitated just long enough to make Carla’s breath catch.
“Lisa…” Carla’s voice was a plea, her body already arching into the promise of what was coming next.
Lisa smirked against her neck, her lips brushing over sensitive skin before she finally—finally—slid her fingers through Carla’s folds, slipping easily pushing two fingers inside of her.
Lisa swallowed hard, mesmerized by the way Carla reacted to her—how easily she unraveled under her touch. Slowly, she moved, teasing, coaxing, drawing soft, desperate sounds from Carla’s lips, and automatic movement from Carla’s hips.
“You’re so warm,” Lisa murmured, her voice like smoke, thick and full of awe.
Carla barely heard her, lost in the steady rhythm Lisa set, the pressure just right, the pace agonizingly slow. She clung to Lisa, nails biting into bare skin as her breath turned ragged.
Lisa, relentless in her teasing, pressed a kiss to the hinge of Carla’s jaw, murmuring against her skin. “I want to feel you fall apart for me.”
Carla shuddered, her control slipping as pleasure coiled tighter, sharp and consuming. She moved against Lisa, chasing the inevitable, gasping when Lisa shifted, pressing deeper, guiding her exactly where she needed.
Lisa could feel it—Carla’s body tensing, the way her breathing turned erratic, how her grip tightened. She was right there, teetering on the edge, and Lisa wanted to watch her fall.
Carla let out a shuddering moan, burying her face in Lisa’s neck, and Lisa held her through it, whispering her name like a prayer.
She didn’t stop. Not yet.
Not until Carla was completely, utterly undone.
Carla’s body trembled against Lisa’s, her breath uneven as the last waves of pleasure left her boneless. Lisa held her close, lips pressing slow, lazy kisses along Carla’s jaw, relishing every shiver, every aftershock.
For a long moment, Carla simply melted into her, her hands trailing aimlessly across Lisa’s skin, feeling, savoring. Then, with a slow, satisfied hum, she pulled back just enough to meet Lisa’s gaze.
“I need a moment,” she murmured, a teasing smile curling at the edges of her swollen lips.
Lisa smirked. “Did I wear you out?”
Carla chuckled, rolling her shoulders before placing her hands firmly on Lisa’s hips. “Oh, I’ll recover,” she murmured, voice thick with promise. Her fingers flexed, gripping just a little tighter. “And when I do… you’re next.”
Lisa barely had a second to react before Carla spun them, lifting her onto the desk in one fluid motion. A gasp escaped Lisa as her bare skin met the cool wood, but Carla was already there—crowding her, hands skimming over her thighs, thumbs pressing into sensitive flesh.
Lisa’s breath hitched, her pulse kicking up again.
“I’m starved for you. Let me taste you.”
Lisa had no words—just a sharp, shuddering inhale as Carla trailed down her body, slow and deliberate. She kissed her way lower, teasing, lingering, her breath hot against Lisa’s skin.
She pressed open-mouthed kisses along Lisa’s inner thighs, never quite where Lisa needed her. The teasing was unbearable.
“Carla,” Lisa gasped, her fingers tightening in her hair. “No more teasing. Now.”
Carla let out a quiet, satisfied hum before finally giving in, flattening her tongue and dragging it from top to bottom in one slow, deliberate stroke.
Lisa’s entire body jolted, a sharp moan escaping before she could stop it. Carla groaned at the taste of her, at the way Lisa trembled beneath her touch. She had never felt anything like this—never been this affected by another person before. It was dizzying, consuming. She swore she saw stars.
Lisa was close—too close. Her thighs trembled, her fingers tangled tighter in Carla’s hair, guiding her, keeping her exactly where she wanted her. But she wasn’t ready for it to be over. Not yet.
With a sudden, breathless urgency, she pulled Carla up, guiding her onto the desk with her, gripping her hips tight.
“Here,” Lisa murmured, positioning her with purpose. “Just like that.”
Carla barely had time to think before Lisa shifted beneath her, grinding up, pressing them together in a way that sent a jolt of pleasure so intense through her that she gasped, fingers digging into Lisa’s shoulders.
“Oh—” Carla’s voice was wrecked, her body already melting into the rhythm Lisa set.
Lisa smirked, dragging her nails down Carla’s back. “You feel that?” she whispered, her voice rough with need. “That’s what I want. Move with me.”
Carla obeyed, rolling her hips in time with Lisa’s, and the feeling was unlike anything she had ever known—hot, devastating, completely overwhelming. Every shift, every press of Lisa against her sent fresh waves of pleasure coursing through her, unraveling her piece by piece.
Lisa’s grip on her tightened. “Faster,” she ordered.
Carla obeyed.
“Just like that—yes.”
Lisa’s voice broke on the last word, and Carla felt it then—the sharp pull of pleasure coiling too tight, too fast, the helpless way her body responded to Lisa’s, how completely she was falling apart.
She had never felt like this before. Never been touched like this. Never needed like this.
And she never wanted it to stop.