"Do you know what?"
Peter grabbed Carla by the waist and pulled her towards him as he leant against the snooker table.
"I think our futures are linked."
"No."
"Why not?"
Carla let out a short laugh of incredulity.
"Because we know where that leads."
"Do we?"
"Yeah, Peter, it leads to disaster."
But Peter wasn't giving up that easy.
"You know I love you, and I know you love me, I know that."
Their faces were so close, Peter could feel Carla's breath on his cheek as she admitted the truth.
"I do. I do. I just, we're too similar, aren't we? I'm a car crash, you're a car crash, together two car crashes make one big pileup."
"We love each other. Every time we're with someone else, it just falls apart. So, come on, what's the point in fighting it, ey?"
Peter nuzzled his cheek against Carla's, his lips softly grazed her skin.
Carla hesitated; she knew what she should do, what her head was telling her to do. But tonight, it wasn't her head that was in control. Her heart - amongst other body parts - was screaming at her to give in to Peter, to give herself up to the tidal wave of passion that was, at that second, threatening to engulf her.
Peter kissed her cheek again; he kissed her jawline, her neck. As his kisses travelled further down her neck, he interspersed them with little licks.
Carla let out a long shuddering breath as she stood on the precipice of desire.
"Peter, I don't think, I don't. Peter, no, stop. Peter. No! Stop!"
Peter immediately stood back from Carla, his hands in the air as if in surrender.
"Okay, okay, it's fine. I'm sorry."
Carla stared at Peter, conflicted. Not for long. She placed a hand on each side of Peter's face and kissed him with the suddenly released passion of over four years of repressed desire.
Peter was shocked and was fit for nothing else for those first few seconds but to receive her kiss. But then, when his understanding had caught up with reality, he returned Carla's kiss, pressing his tongue against her lips and immediately being granted entry. Their tongues battled against each other as they explored each other's mouths. Their hands also embarked on an exploration expedition. Carla let the fingers of one hand run through Peter's hair while she allowed the other to lightly stroke his neck with her nails. Having admired Carla's arse in her skin-tight black jeans earlier as she had bent over the snooker table, Peter wasted no time in moving his right hand down to get a firm grip on Carla's left arse cheek. His left hand he moved underneath and up her shirt to fondle her breasts.
Breaking away from their kiss, Peter knelt down and, using his hands to gradually push up her shirt, kissed Carla's tummy, her breasts, her nipples, her collar bone, her neck. Carla helpfully held her arms in the air as Peter peeled off her shirt before turning attention to her black lacy bra.
One by one, Peter flicked the bra straps off Carla's shoulders. He cupped her left breast, still covered in the delicate fabric, in his right hand. As he fondled her breast, he slipped his index finger inside her bra and, as he stroked her skin, he flipped the whole cup over so her breast was exposed. He leaned forward and gently sucked on her nipple.
Turning his attention to her right breast now, he gripped the lace of the bra cup in his teeth and dragged it down so both of her breasts were now free, pert and shapely with her nipples hard and erect with arousal. He licked and kissed her breasts as he reached behind her and unclasped her bra closures before removing it from her body and tossing it onto the floor.
He kissed her on the lips; a soft, sensual kiss as his hands unbuckled her belt and pulled it out from her jeans. Kneeling down again, Peter unbuttoned and unzipped Carla's jeans and peeled them down over her hips and down her thighs, her calves, her ankles. With every inch of skin that Peter uncovered, he also covered it in kisses; soft kisses, wet kisses, intense sucking kisses. Finally, Carla's jeans had joined her top and leather jacket in the corner of the room.
Peter rose to his feet and stepped back; he took in the sight of her naked body; confident, powerful, sexual. He caught his breath; he held his hands to his head as if in disbelief at the situation he found himself in.
"Holy fuck, you are… oh fuck."
Peter looked her up and down, his eyes taking in every inch of skin on offer.
"It seems I'm at a disadvantage here."
At first Peter was confused at Carla's words, but she motioned to his clothes which he discarded at record pace. Carla giggled, her intoxicating dirty giggle, at Peter's enthusiasm.
Peter took a step towards her and, without a word, lifted her up and placed her on top of the snooker table so that her backside was perched on the edge of the table. He lifted each of her legs in turn, resting them on each of his shoulders.
He leaned forwards and kissed Carla gently on the lips before bending down and kissing the inside of her thigh, the outer fleshy folds of her pussy, her clit, her hot, wet pussy. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, resting each hand on top. His kisses turned into licks, light at first, then more intense. He flicked his tongue over her clit, causing her to gasp, and increased the pressure on her clit as she directed him to her sweet spot.
Moving down her body with his tongue, he searched for and entered her vagina. Carla wrapped her legs around Peter's neck and pulled his face close into her pussy; his tongue entered deep inside her; he swirled his tongue around, stimulating her walls. Pulling his tongue out of her pussy, he licked her juices out of her and spread them over her clit. His tongue circled her throbbing bud, he flicked his tongue over it as he plunged his fingers deep inside her pussy; he bent his fingers, attacking her walls with a swirling motion. As he increased the intensity of his tongue on her clit, of his fingers thrusting in and out of her vagina, Carla could take it no longer and climaxed. Her whole body shuddered with the ecstasy; her walls contracted and spasmed around Peter's fingers.
Quickly climbing onto the snooker table, Peter lay down on his back on the green felt surface and pulled Carla on top of him, burying his face deep in her pussy. As he alternated between penetrating her pussy with his tongue and stimulating her clit with the same, Carla leaned forward and took Peter's cock deep inside her mouth. She cupped his balls in one hand, squeezing gently, while the other gripped the base of his shaft. With a firm sucking action, Carla moved her head up and down in a steady rhythm and she glided her mouth over Peter's hot and hard dick.
Suddenly, Peter pushed Carla off his face and, with one smooth motion, pushed her over and forwards onto her hands and knees. Without missing a beat, Peter penetrated Carla's pussy with his cock and rammed himself deep inside of her, so that his balls slapped against her arse. For a moment he stopped, having entered as deep inside of Carla as he could possibly get. Carla rolled her hips against his dick, causing them both to cry out.
Peter help onto Carla's hips, steadying himself, and slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy. Not quite all the way. Slam; he thrust himself deep inside of her again. He slowly pulled out before repeating – slam, pull out, slam, out, slam, slam, thrust, bang. Working to a steady rhythm now, Peter slammed deep into Carla's pussy as she contracted her pelvic muscles with a similar rhythm, gripping her vaginal walls tight around Peter's cock.
Peter could feel he was almost ready to explode, and so slowed down the speed and intensity of his thrusts, wanting to prolong this unexpected experience for as long as possible. Pulling out of her entirely now, he gently grabbed hold of her body and pulled her backwards as he laid down once more on the snooker table.
Straddling him now, Carla hovered her pussy above Peter's cock, her legs either side of his hips. Reaching below her, Carla took a hold of the base of Peter's cock and slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him deep inside her. Riding him reverse cowgirl style, she ground her pelvis into his in a circular motion, the friction causing her clit to throb. Wanting to extend this pleasure, she changed her grinding movement to a backwards and forwards and up and down motion. Peter's cock slid in and out of Carla's pussy as the base of his cock caused friction on her clit.
As Carla bounced up and down on Peter's cock, she flexed her back; the angle at which Peter's dick was now penetrating her meant that all of her sensitive spots were being hit. Reaching her hand down to her clit, she frigged herself for what seemed like mere moments before she reached orgasm.
From his position, Peter watched Carla's arse cheeks jiggling as she bounced up and down, her long hair swaying in time to her movements.
As Carla's orgasm began to wear off and her walls stopped contracting around Peter's member, she suddenly leaned forward and placed her hands flat on the floor either side of Peter's feet. In this position, Peter was able to enter even deeper inside Carla as he intensified the strength and speed of his thrusts. As he thrust up and down, in and out, of Carla, she moved her hips in slow circles, grinding into him, increasing the friction, the pleasure, the pure ecstasy.
As Carla cried out in her final orgasm and tightened around Peter's cock, he also came, shooting his load deep inside her. As they both come down from their high, Peter delivered a few final thrusts, before Carla sat up and let Peter slip out of her.
She lay down next to him, cuddling up to him, their sweat intermingling, the heat from their bodies making them doubt that they were naked in an unheated snooker hall in the middle of winter.
Peter held Carla tight as he stroked her hair and planted soft kisses over her forehead, her cheek, her lips.
"Baby, that was… fucking amazing."
"It certainly wasn't what I was expecting when I came here tonight."
"You're not disappointed, are you?"
Carla turned and looked Peter in the eye.
"No. It was kinda perfect actually."
"Yeah."
Peter kissed Carla softly on the lips.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I'm never letting you go again. Never, Carla, never."
"Umm… Peter…"
Peter continued to plant gentle kisses over Carla's head, forehead, temple.
"Mmmm…?"
"I'm not sure what you think this is, but… we're not getting back together."
"What?" Peter was shocked.
"Everything I said before, about us being a disaster… Mind-blowing sex doesn't change that."
"Are you serious? Were you using me?"
"Peter, I –"
"I can't believe this. What on earth were you doing if you didn't want us back together?"
"I wanted to be with you. I wanted you."
"For sex. You wanted me for sex. That's all."
"Peter, please. Can we please just enjoy tonight for what it is; two people who love each other enjoying each other."
Peter looked at Carla pleadingly with dreamy brown eyes.
"Is that what you really want?"
"It's all I can handle right now, Peter. I'm sorry."
Peter leaned forwards and planted a tender kiss on Carla's forehead.
"Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year."
As midnight struck, the fireworks exploded into a multi-coloured spectacle in the night sky outside the snooker hall. The lights in their ever-changing colours and patterns danced across Carla and Peter's naked bodies as they lay on the snooker table, wrapped up in each other's arms.
