"Is this where I'm supposed to say, 'Don't worry, darling, I'll wait for you?'"
"No."
"Because I would, you know. I will. If that's what you want.
"Come on, Peter, you say you want me, but you can't leave your wife. Well, I love you. I love you so much. If I can't have you all the time, I'll just have to make do.
"Because, if it's one thing I do know, Peter Barlow, I can't live without you now. No way.
"Come next door."
"Are you sure?"
"Mmm hmm. I feel safe with you."
Peter couldn't believe what he was hearing; it was mere moments ago that Carla was screaming that she hated him. Now she was inviting him into her bed.
He didn't follow her straight away; he wanted to be sure, that she was sure, that she was ready. Most of all, he wanted to be sure that he did nothing to hurt her; not after everything she'd been through. The thought of hurting her terrified him.
Carla sat on the edge of her bed. She wanted Peter; she'd never wanted a man so much in her whole life. But she couldn't deny that she was nervous. And it was not for want of technique. Carla had no doubts about her abilities in the bedroom, or any other room for that matter. No, this was something different entirely. This would be her first time since… since it happened.
Carla looked up. Peter was standing there in her bedroom doorway, looking just as nervous as she felt. This wasn't the first time he'd been in her bedroom, in her bed. But this would be the first time that she would give herself to him completely and she was desperate that it be just the two of them in that room; that all of the bad memories be left outside that bedroom door.
She smiled at him reassuringly and immediately the nervous tension left both of them. He strode over to her and, with one swift movement, pulled her gently to her feet, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. It was a soft and tender kiss, but also passionate and full of the pent-up desire of more than a year of growing feelings, growing wants, growing needs.
He pressed his body against hers; she responded by circling her arms around his neck, allowing her hands to roam over his head, her fingers rake through his hair, pulling him closer into their kisses.
Their lips collided, their mouths opened, their tongues encircled the others tongue, entered the others mouth, explored the playground within.
Carla broke away from the kiss, instead planting a series of kisses along Peter's jawbone, her tongue darting out to lick his skin. Having reached the point where Peter's jaw met his neck, Carla gently licked and sucked the sensitive skin, causing Peter to moan and pant.
He took her head in his hands and moved her face back to his, her lips back on his lips.
Carla leaned her head back, exposing her neck to Peter's kisses. He nuzzled into her neck, kissing her, licking her, while Carla gripped his hair in her hands, running her fingers over his head and down the back of his neck.
Peter left a trail of soft kisses along Carla's collar bone but, as he reached the edge of her top, he hesitated.
Carla immediately sensed his hesitation. She placed her hands on either side of his face and, cupping his cheeks in the palms of her hands, pulled him to her for a soft kiss on the lips. Then she stepped away from him.
With a smile, she pulled her top over her head and tossed it aside.
She looked him square in the eye; she wanted him to know that all her barriers were down, that she had no doubts, no hesitation, no regrets.
Encouraged by the look in Carla's eyes, Peter slipped a finger underneath one of the straps of Carla's bra and slipped it over her shoulder. As the strap skimmed down her upper arm, Peter placed his hand between the lacy fabric and Carla's skin, uncovering her breast and cupping it in his hand. He gently massaged her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple until it stood proud and erect under his touch.
He kissed the spot on her shoulder where her bra strap so recently was. Then he leaned down and kissed her breast, his tongue gently flicked her nipple.
He reached around her body and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
Carla pulled Peter's shirt from his trousers and, reaching up, unfastened his shirt buttons, one by one, placing a kiss on the bare skin of his chest that was exposed with each button that came loose. With his shirt now falling open, Carla ran her hands over Peters chest, around his waist, and up and down his back.
She gently pushed his shirt backwards off his shoulders; he finished the task and shrugged off the shirt, letting it fall to the floor onto the ever-growing pile of their clothes.
Peter gently held Carla's face in both of his hands and kissed her again. He took a step forward and gently lowered Carla onto the bed, his lips connected to hers the whole time.
With Carla laying on her back, her legs dangling over the side of the bed, Peter leaned over and kissed her tummy, before unfastening firstly the button of her jeans and then the zip.
Carla helpfully raised her arse up off the bed as Peter pulled her jeans over her arse cheeks before she lowered them back down, resting them on the crisp white bed linen. Peter continued to peel her jeans slowly down her legs and over her ankles.
Carla watched from the bed as Peter now stood up and completely disrobed his own body, removing first his trousers and then his boxers. She stared greedily at his cock as it sprang into life, freed from its fabric prison. Finally, she was getting what she'd so desperately wanted for such a long time. It was all she could do to stop herself from dragging him down on top of her and immediately inside her.
As if reading her mind, Peter grinned down at Carla, enjoying the look of raw desire on her face. But Peter wasn't ready to give her what she wanted; not yet.
He sank to his knees on the floor in front of the bed and, gently lifting one of her legs, he placed her ankle on his shoulder. He kissed the inside of her calf and then proceeded to leave a trail of kisses up her calf and then her inner thigh. With each kiss, he moved ever closer to his final destination until there it was, ready and waiting for him. He slowly and gently kissed the outside of her pussy, just where the strip of hair lead down into her slit. He inserted his tongue into her slit, reaching back to lick her clitoris, flicking his tongue over the bud until it throbbed.
Peter then lifted Carla's other leg off the bed and placed it on his other shoulder.
Her pussy now wide open and exposed, he pressed his face into her warm centre, his tongue licking her clit, exploring her fleshy folds, penetrating her vagina. He moved his tongue in a circular motion against her walls. Pulling his tongue out of her, her licked her clit again, covering her bud in her own juices. His tongue moved rhythmically around and over her clit; the intensity of her moans guiding him in his search for her sweet spot.
Carla began to move her hips, writhing with the growing ecstasy that Peter's tongue was causing. His tongue movements increased in speed and pressure, his fingers entered her vagina, in and out, while his tongue moved around and over her clit, fluttering over her bud.
"Oh god, Peter!"
Carla was close to the edge, she was about to climax, to come into his face. Peter intensified the pressure of his tongue on her clit, on that one spot that her "Yes, there!" gasped in almost-shudders told him would drive her wild; he added yet another finger into her pussy, bending his fingers to stimulate her walls.
And then she cried out; Peter felts her muscles spasm around his fingers; he felt a gush of warm juices cover his hand, he felt the throbbing of her clit under his tongue as the blood pumped through it.
He pulled his hand slowly out of her pussy and, giving it a final lingering lick and suck, he gently removed her legs from his shoulders and placed them back onto the bed. He raised himself up and hovered his body over hers while he kissed her on the lips, his mouth hot and wet from her juices. She opened her mouth as his tongue gently pressed against her lips. His tongue entered her mouth, hers entered his.
They moved apart for the briefest moment, enough time for Carla to scoot up the bed so her head now rested on one of the pillows, while Peter climbed onto the bed above her.
Carla bent her knees and spread her legs, exposing her pussy. Peter's cock, hard and throbbing, rested against the outside of her pussy; he gently rubbed the shaft of his cock over her hot, wet skin; over her clit, the opening of her vagina, and back to the tightness of her arse hole.
He came to rest the tip of his cock on her pussy opening; he penetrated her ever so slightly, teasing her with his hardness. She was desperate for him to sink his cock deep inside her, but he wanted that one final signal from her.
He looked up at her, directly in the eye.
"Are you sure?"
She looked back at him; seriously, sincerely.
"Yes."
Peter believed her; without another moment's hesitation, he slid his cock smoothly into her pussy, as deep as he could while remaining gentle. There he paused as he held his position inside her. He kissed her on the lips, softly, like the gentlest of caresses.
"I love you, Carla."
"I love you. I love you so much."
Peter slowly pulled his cock almost out of Carla's pussy before gliding it back in. Then out, then in. Out, in. Out. In. Smoothly, Peter thrust his cock in and out of Carla as he focused on her face, his eyes never left hers, he continued to shower kisses over her lips, her cheeks, her neck.
Carla wrapped her arms around Peter's neck, running her fingers through his hair, her nails gliding gently down his back. Her legs she wrapped around his waist, pulling him ever closer to her, into her.
Carla clenched her pelvic muscles in time with Peter's thrusts, gripping his cock in her vagina as he moved smoothly in and out of her. They each gathered pace with their thrusting and clenching. As Peter moved into her, Carla raised her hips to meet his thrust, driving him deeper inside her.
Their moves into each other became more frantic as they came ever closer to climaxing. Almost overpowered by the intense sensations coursing through his body, Peter could only stare into Carla's eyes and react to the moans emanating from her mouth. A series of short, sharp intakes of breath told Peter all he needed to know; she was about to come again. With renewed energy, he slammed his cock deep into her; again and again and again until she cried out; her pussy clenched in uncontrolled spasms around his cock. The extra pressure of her orgasm pushed him over the edge; he shot a load of hot, sticky cum deep inside of Carla's pussy as he thrust in and out of her those few final times, before slowly coming to a stop.
Sexually sated, Peter pulled his cock out of Carla's vagina, dripping with a mixture of his cum and her juices. He collapsed on top of Carla, her legs still spread wide as he lay in-between them. He rested his head on her shoulder, burying his face into her neck. She cradled his head in her hands, and showered the top of his head, his forehead, whatever part of him she could reach, with soft kisses.
Peter slid his hands underneath Carla's body and, holding her tight, rolled over so that he was laying on his back and Carla was laying half on top of him and half resting on the bed, her shoulders encircled by his arms.
Carla snuggled up to Peter, delighting in the feel of his skin pressed up against hers. She rested her head on his shoulder and placed her hand gently on his chest, stroking the warm tattooed skin, damp with sweat following his exertions.
She knew that he wouldn't be able to stay, that sleeping together in the same bed for the whole night, wrapped up in each other's arms, was a luxury that they would rarely be able to afford. Not for a while at least. But she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind and determined to enjoy this feeling for as long as she could. The past she had momentarily forgotten, the future was too hazy to yet understand. But the here and now, well that was her and Peter's time; time for the two of them to make their own special memories.