Chapter 2 – Southampton II
The late morning sun streamed into the hotel room, bathing Carla and Peter's naked bodies with golden light as they lay in each other's arms amidst a tangle of sheets. Peter lay behind Carla, his left arm wrapped tight around Carla's chest; her hand resting on his forearm. His left leg was crooked over her body, keeping her close to him. Even in his sleep his one desire was to protect her.
Peter woke first; instinctively he nuzzled Carla's neck, moaning drowsily as his eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the daylight. His morning wood was pressed up against Carla's lower back; he instinctively shuffled down the bed a few inches so it nestled between Carla's arse cheeks.
"Oi, cheeky," came Carla's low sexy voice, even more gravelly than usual first thing in the morning.
Peter buried his face in Carla's hair, breathing in deeply.
"Exactly."
Carla's answered with a light sigh as she seductively moved her lower body to grind gently against Peter's erection.
"Oh, baby. That feels good."
Carla reached around her body and was about to take a hold of Peter's cock when he suddenly took her hand in his and held it fast.
"No, Car."
Confused, Carla broke free of Peter's grip and turned over so she was facing him.
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not complaining, okay, but…"
"But…?"
"What happened last night. When we…"
"Fucked? Or would you prefer made love?"
"I don't care, call it what you want. My point is, you're in the middle of something. Something awful. Traumatic. I don't want you to think I expected or, I dunno, was taking advantage of… your grief, or your… vulnerability."
While Peter was talking, he noticed the smile had faded from Carla's face.
"You see, love, your reaction says it all. You weren't ready."
Carla sat up; the spell was broken.
"What's wrong?"
"You. You had to go and talk about… what happened. I just wanna not think, ya know? While we're here, I want it to be you and me. Let's forget about the rest of the world, forget about the mess we're going back to in a few days. I wanna pretend, just for now, that everything's okay."
Peter reclined on the bed while he reached out with one hand to gently rub Carla's back.
But Carla stood up and walked towards the bathroom door.
"I'm sorry, love. I promise, I won't talk about it again."
Carla paused in the bathroom door frame, her back to Peter; he couldn't help, even in the middle of what seemed to be the start of an argument, but admire the curves of her naked body silhouetted in the door frame; her back, her waist, her hips, her arse, that gap in between her thighs. He had an almost overwhelming urge to run to the bathroom door and reach his hand between that gap, to let his fingers search for that tight, wet, vagina; a little bit further and he would feel that little bud that, with the right teasing, he could make throb with desire. His breath became shallow; his cock began to twitch again.
Carla turned around to face him. The sight of her breasts on full display, the slit that was so inviting, did nothing to quench his lust for her. She looked down his naked body to where his cock stood erect and ready. She grinned.
"You'll have to make it up to me."
"How?"
"Come and join me in the shower and I'll show you."
The stream of hot and steamy water rained down on Carla and Peter, bouncing off their bodies, running in rivulets down their various crevices.
Carla squirted some shower gel onto a sponge and began to wash Peter's body; his chest, his back, his arms. She knelt down and rubbed the sponge over each of his legs in turn.
She motioned for him to turn around so his back was to her. With one hand she manoeuvred the sponge gently over his arse cheeks; with the other hand she reached around his body and took hold of his cock, gliding her hands up and down his shaft, causing him to groan with pleasure.
Discarding the sponge, she used her now free hand to firmly stroke Peter's perineum with a steady back and forth rhythm.
"Oh, god, Car, that's amazing."
Carla gently turned Peter's body around. She reached out and cupped his balls in one hand, gently squeezing them, while she took the tip of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled round it before she released it with a firm suck. She licked the underside of his shaft from base to tip and then took the whole thing deep into her mouth. Peter reached out and ran his fingers through Carla's hair as she began to move her head back and forth so her lips ran smoothly over Peter's cock in a steady rhythm. Sucking gently, she allowed her tongue to gently massage the length of his penis. Releasing his cock from her mouth, she again focused her tongue on the tip of his cock, making slow circular motions that made him cry out, while her hand gripped his shaft.
Peter gently pulled Carla to her feet. He delivered a trail of little licks and kisses down her body, all the way down her right leg to her feet. He gently lifted her right foot and placed it on the edge of the bath.
He looked up; there it was – her pussy exposed in all its glory.
He placed a gentle kiss on the inside of her upper thigh before licking her from her vagina over her clit and up to her tummy. He slipped a finger inside her pussy briefly, taking some of her natural lube and rubbing it over her clit. He used his tongue, gliding it over her clit, circling round it, over it, little light licks, interspersed with intense pressure.
As Peter's tongue continued to pleasure Carla's clit, he inserted a finger into her pussy, circling it round to stimulate her walls. He slipped another finger in, still circling as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her. Three fingers now and his movements became faster, punishing her vagina, while his tongue worked her clit.
"Peter, baby, fuck me now," Carla panted. "I want you inside me. Your cock. Fuck me."
Peter rose to his feet and faced Carla. He kissed her, intensely; his tongue entered her mouth and did battle with hers. Their tongues swirled around each other's, their hands roamed freely over their bodies.
Peter pushed Carla up against the tiled shower wall and lifted her left leg so her knee was crooked in his right elbow. With his left hand, he massaged her clit as the hot water cascaded over their bodies.
He took hold of his cock and guided it into her pussy.
She audibly sighed as he slid into her pussy right up to the hilt. There he paused for a moment to gaze adoringly at her face. He kissed her gently on the lips before pulling his face away. She was getting impatient.
"What are you waiting for?"
With that he slid his cock almost out of her before thrusting hard and deep inside her. Then he paused. She gasped. He repeated the action. Slide, thrust, pause. And again. And again. Soon he stopped pausing and began a steady rhythm of thrusting his cock inside her, sometimes fast and frenetic, sometimes agonisingly slow, causing her to beg him to go harder and faster. All the while she contracted her muscles in time with his thrusts, squeezing her vaginal muscles even tighter around his cock.
"Fuck me, Peter. Fuck me hard."
So he fucked her. Hard. Deep.
She cried out.
"Yes!"
"Are you gonna come?"
He panted the question.
"Yes! Come with me."
He reached down and frigged her clit to bring on her orgasm as he continued to thrust. She screamed in ecstasy just as he shot his load deep inside her.
She leaned her head back on the tiles; he kissed her neck.
Out of the shower, Peter patted Carla's body dry with a fluffy white towel. He paid attention to every part of her body, planting soft kisses on her delicate skin as he went.
Clean and dry now, he stood to face her, their naked bodies were so close, her breasts brushed lightly against his chest.
"So… Does this mean I'm forgiven?"
Carla walked past Peter to the bathroom door where she turned around and held out her hand to him. He took the hand that she offered. She pulled him out of the bathroom and dragged him towards the bed.
"I'll let you know in, say, an hour. Maybe two."
They both laughed as they fell back onto the bed, lips locked together, limbs entwined with each other's, ready for round two.
