Chapter 60

She was way more woman than me. With more curves, the kind that turn heads, a real bombshell. Tall, strong, everything in the right place. Sitting on me, she bent down in a way that her hips rubbed against my lower belly and she could still kiss me. Her kiss… damn, that shot straight to the top of my personal rankings. It blew past Mariana easy, with room to spare and a trophy.

My body was sweating, my breathing ragged, and my legs started tingling under her weight in my lap. And still, I didn’t want her to move. Every second there was a mix of nerves and want, heat and fear, all tangled up in a knot I couldn’t untie anymore.

“Car… Carla…”

I tried to say between one kiss and the next.

She pulled back just enough to look at me.

“What’s up? You okay?”

She said, worried, and I melted feeling the scent of her breath.

“Let’s go to the bed? You’re crushing me.”

She laughed and got up, and it took me a minute to move — my legs were tingling. When I finally stood and turned toward the bed, she lunged quick and yanked me back in a rough move. A sound escaped my throat, half scream, half sigh. Her hands found my waist, firm, and her body pressed full against my back, hot, breathing on my neck.

Her touch went right through me. The skin on my stomach prickled, the hairs on my arms stood up. I felt every detail: her breasts glued to my back, the heat of her breath climbing up my nape, the fresh sweat smell. Her body was a wave and I was getting swallowed whole.

Didn’t even have time to figure out what was happening — her thumb was already sliding along the edge of my shorts, pulling my panties with it, while her teeth marked my neck lightly. The cool air hit between my legs and I shivered, a chill shooting straight up to my nape.

I’d never been touched with that kind of certainty before. Not even by Mariana. I liked fucking her, but Carla’s grip was a whole other story — it was firm, confident, a kind of dominance that left me dizzy and surrendered, like my body had just found the right key.

She pushed me onto the bed and shook me until I got it: knees sunk into the mattress, ass up. She yanked my shorts down further, grabbed a handful of my ass with a dry smack, two slaps that shot up my spine. Spread. Closed. I breathed short.

I was getting carried away without thinking. Everything fast, heavy, just like we’d agreed without words. Rough play, consensual, hot.

“Jujube… what a tasty little pussy, you little slut…”

She whispered dirty in my ear, and instead of offending, it lit me up.

Me on all fours, surrendered, head empty, just the body reacting. No sweet stuff first. Came straight to it. Her fingers scratched my crack, didn’t touch my clit, came to test the entrance, no fuss, and shoved in.

“Ow, fuck… in a hurry, you bitch?”

I complained on reflex, tensing my belly, biting the pillow.

“Shut up,”

She growled, paused half a second, breathed.

“…sorry.”

Her hand came back hotter, firm, now setting the pace. I answered with my hips, asking without asking, the whole room breathing with us, sheet scraping skin, my pulse in my throat.

She grabbed my ass, dug in her fingers and spread me with her hands almost ripping me in two. I felt like a green fruit. Gave two dry slaps that cracked loud and left the skin burning. Blew deep. The air went in cold and burning inside. The bed creaked, my body arched, my face sank into the fabric. I trembled, dizzy, lost, all spread out.

“Fuck, girl…”

She murmured from behind at the view I was giving.

Carla came heavy. Mouth full, tongue hard, sucking like she was turning me inside out. And I wanted to escape the pleasure because it was too big, too fast, but my body just gave in. My world shrank to her mouth.

Didn’t take ten seconds in that sucking.

The orgasm climbed like a current: first a low heat, then a wave hitting my navel, another in my chest, and suddenly everything snapped. My thighs shook, skin burned, the sound came broken, almost a cry. Felt my clit pulse in short bursts, belly contracting, an emptiness opening and filling at the same time. I melted into the sheet, sobbing air, hand lost not knowing where to hold.

She didn’t stop. Kept sucking at the right rhythm, rough, each pull a sweet shock, my body begging escape and more at once. Bit the pillow to remember to breathe, heart in my throat, head clear of thought, just the urgency to get away from the pleasure that held me.

“St-stop… one second…”

I begged, panting, nothing made sense, I could only feel, nerves on fire, like I was overflowing and couldn’t hold more pleasure there.

She let me go and I flopped to the side, covering my face with my hands like protecting from something, my body shaking, felt like I sensed everything my skin touched more intensely, I needed time but Carla wasn’t about to give it.

She cracked a slap on my drawn-up leg and I curled in. Fan whirred uneven, the half-open window let in street smells. The rough sheet scraped my skin when I rolled to the edge.

“Come on. Lie on your side.”

Her voice came low, firm.

Her hands pulled me by the knees, the mattress edge sank under my hip. The cold bed frame touched my back and I shivered all over.

“What are you gonna do, girl?”

It came out pathetic, breathless.

“Gonna fuck you.”

She hiked her skirt to her waist. Pulled off her panties in a quick move; the elastic snapped in the air and the scent of her wet pussy hit my nose, filling me with lust. Spat in her hand and rubbed slow, wetting herself. That delicious wet sound… I felt a good kind of fear, you know? Being this helpless…

She threw one leg over me, feet planted on the cold floor, firm thigh locking on mine. The closeness had weight. My heart jumped to my throat. When her pussy touched mine, it was a hot shock that stole my breath: skin on skin, soft slippery, a thread of heat rising up my belly. Her clit found mine in a shy rub then more sure; felt every thread of the sheet below, every vibration of the fan, and the world turned to that friction.

“Lift that leg higher to fit.”

She guided my thigh with her open palm, hot, firm.

I obeyed. The fit came deep, perfect. She started grinding short, rhythmic, heavy hips marking time on mine. The touch was thick, almost hurts-so-good: each stroke pulled a sound from my throat, a chewed “ow,” an almost laugh. I wanted to escape the pleasure because it was too much, felt my muscles try to pull back, and she held me, gentle and relentless, fingers digging into my waist.

The room smelled like a woman’s horny pussy. The window let in distant car noise mixing with our moans. My head turned to white noise. I felt small and whole at once, subdued and safe. With each slide, my clit pulsed like its own heart; my leg trembled under hers and the mattress creaked our pauses. I breathed deep, mouth opened on its own, and let her take control of my body like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Carla locked her leg tighter and switched the rhythm like turning a key. Sped up dry, strong, pussy on pussy precise, the friction getting rough and hot. Her face came close to mine, eyes locked, a hungry scowl that undid me. I saw her jaw clench, neck muscle standing out, breath short. Each stroke was a command in my body.

Her touch got possessive: whole palm on my thigh, fingers digging grooves, other hand opening my thigh for space, like I was hers inside and out. Her clit scraped mine in a wet insistent trail, short rhythm, no mercy, and I felt when her body started shaking different. A low growl escaped, she held her breath, sped up more, hard gaze holding me in place. I just let it.

She came looking right into me: a snap in her hips, a series of quick jerks, her belly contracting in waves, moan caught between teeth. Her heat spread on my skin and the weight of her body dropped a second, soon picking up the friction like she didn’t want to let go. I was amazed at the beautiful brutality of it, the certainty of the move. I let myself stay open, offered, accepting every hand adjustment, every thigh tug, every deeper stroke.