Learning to Fly - 34

Chapter 34 - Coming home

Carly felt like a naughty schoolgirl as Lucas led her across the reception of the only hotel nearby. The receptionist was an old school friend, and the manager was her father's bowling companion. So she was happy to spirit up the stairs without anyone noticing. 

The door of the small but efficient room closed behind them and it was only then that Carly let out the breath she was holding.  Lucas smiled at her, there were a  thousand things he wanted to say, but instead he pulled her close and kissed her firmly on the lips, the overriding need to quench that thirst was of utmost importance. Again it was like lighting a touch paper, and he felt her dissolve in his arms. 

They were both wrapped up for the cold and so between snatched kisses came attempts to divest each other of coats, hats and gloves. By the time they'd got down to their normal clothes they were crazy, biting, clawing and dragging at each other.

"Carly," he mumbled into her hair, "I've wanted this for so long!"

She smiled, pulling back to look up into his eyes. His usually immaculate buzzcut had grown since she'd last seen him and it now consisted of long tufts pointing in various directions, reaching up she smoothed it down, "me too."

With a groan Lucas dropped his mouth back to hers and devoured her once again. His hands reached for her shirt and not anticipating his own strength, he pulled it apart with a tear, buttons pinging off the wooden floor.

"Sorry!" he mumbled lowering his mouth to her neck. Carly shrugged the shirt off, it wasn't a favourite anyway. She wished she'd anticipated this moment when she'd dressed that morning, her black lacy bra definitely didn't match the cotton pants she remembered sliding on under her jeans after she'd showered that morning. She was hardly going to be the most irresistible woman he'd ever met. 

Before she'd even finished the thought, a ping signalled that the much thought about bra was unfastened. Laughing she met Lucas' eyes and loved the lust she saw there. He held her gaze for a moment as his hands slid the straps over her shoulders. 

Carly felt her breasts free from the lace and her nipples, hard anyway, seemed to throb as the fresh air hit them, and from the anticipation of his eyes lowering too. How would he view her? Her breasts were large, that was never normally a complaint, but who knew what he thought. His hands ran up her trunk until they settled beneath her breasts, all the time desire and passion pulsing from his eyes to hers. 

When he finally lowered his gaze, dramatically and intentionally, Carly could barely control her emotions. Her legs were weak and her whole body throbbed. Swallowing, desperately trying to moisten her dry throat, she watched the top of his head as it followed his eyes lower and lower. 

His tongue lashed out and circled her nipple Carly and swooned, heat swirled in her pelvis and she was aware of clamping her thighs together, desperately trying to stay standing upright. 

"Beautiful..." he breathed and the warm air of his breath felt delightful over the damp flesh his mouth had vacated. As his head moved to lavish attention on the other side, Carly pulled him up to join her. 

"My turn..." her voice was hoarse and he chuckled as she reached for his sweater, lifting it over his chest, then up his arms as he elevated them like a well behaved child at bed time.

His body was beautiful, lithe, muscular and strong with just the right amount of dark hair swirling around each dark flat nipple, and a similar amount trailing down from his navel to the waistband of his jeans.

It was his turn to hold his breath as she stooped to return the gesture of laving his nipple with long hard lashes of her tongue, punctuated by little nips that made him gasp.

"Shit Carly!"

She lifted her head, and this time it was Lucas' turn to fall apart. Pulling her into his arms he revelled in the sensation of her naked body enveloped in his, the soft contours a stark contrast to the firm chiseled edges of his own body. Wrestling for some form of supremacy he backed her towards the bed, and when she swayed at the pressure of the mattress against the back of her knees, he lowered her to the bed, tugging at her walking boots and pulling them off one by one, tossing them over his shoulder, all the time his eyes absorbing the gentle softness of her body as she lay almost displayed on the bed in front of him. 

Her socks followed her boots, and then he encouraged her to unfasten her own jeans. From the end of the bed he tugged them over her hips, eyeing her simple cotton knickers with a raised eyebrow. Blushing she rolled onto her knees and started to unbuckle his belt. 

His boxer shorts, once she'd shed his jeans, brought a smile to her lips, he'd obvious had more time to plan his wardrobe, crimson red, and tight, snugly fitting around his pert bottom and the rather ample erection that strained eagerly.

Running one finger nail along the length of him, his response was an animalistic growl as he threw her back on the bed, ripping at her panties as they went. Completely naked, Carly found that her anxiety and nerves of being there with him had gone. He was nibbling again, as desperate to devour her, as she was to be devoured.

His hands were all over her, hers anchored him to her. And when they threaded their way over her tummy and to the join of her thighs, neither could take any more. As Lucas hovered over her, she breathed the word, "condom". Groaning then uttering a profanity under his breath, he reached for his jeans and from them his wallet. It took longer than necessary, his hands were shaking as he rolled it on, and then with almost a beg, he entered her, filling her and driving her wild.  

Carly was slumped over Lucas. At some point they'd changed positions with her straddling him, it had given his hands free rein to add to the pleasure his body was giving. His breath against her skin caused ripples of goosebumps to erupt over her body.

"That was amazing," he whispered, "I knew it would be."

She sighed, trying to stretch but his body restricted her, "mmm," was all she managed. He slipped out of her, then rolled her to his side, wrapping her in his embrace, and pulling a sheet over them. 

Carly was in that great place, halfway between sleep and wake where everything was hazy and fluffy. Each time she stretched she found another part of him touching another part of him, and just his touch, the briefest contact felt like an electric shock charging her back to reality. 

Within moments the gentle calming stoke of Lucas' fingers along her arm, became a more suggestive investigation. Carly laid back allowing his ever hardening body to explore hers with free reign. He knew exactly how to arouse her, to tease her body like a toy. Instead of fighting him, she gave in and let her body rise to peak after peak of extreme pleasure. Jens had been a dominant and aggressive lover, and whilst she benefited greatly from his technical expertise, she'd never felt equal or even, whereas immediately with Lucas she didn't feel as though he was overpowering her, her pleasure was vital to him and he gave far more than he took. 

It was mid afternoon, but sleep was the most natural thing in the World. Carly'd struggled to find peace since returning from Austria, but here, now, with Lucas, she relaxed, curled and entwined with him, then closed her eyes.

The darkness of late afternoon when she opened her eyes finally, glancing to her left she smiled. Lucas was asleep, his haphazard hair was endearing, and how had she never spotted those long eyelashes that fanned his cheeks. His body was still wrapped around her, and at the slightest wriggle, he was immediately hard, pressing urgently into her soft body. 

When she glanced back at him, his eyes were half open, lazily viewing her, and he grinned, "I don't think I'll ever get bored of waking up to you!"

He said all the right things! How could she ever let this end?

"What the hell am I going to wear?" she looked at her torn underwear and button-less shirt. 

Lucas chuckled,tossing her a t-shirt of his. "Hardly the best way to greet your parents, you wearing my clothes!" He'd pulled on his jeans, but Carly wanted a last moment to run her hands over his delicious body. 

He groaned, "what are you trying to do woman?"

Carly shrugged, "I'm making the most of it! I hardly know when I'm going to get the chance again!"

There was a flippancy about her remark, but she meant it too, more than anything she wanted him to stay with her, give up any ties to Austria, but she knew that he wouldn't, that he'd go back, do what he felt he should. It had come to her somewhere that afternoon, Carly went with her heart, whereas Lucas was a thinker...or more realistically an over thinker. And that was causing this impasse. 

"I'm here for a few days Carl, I promised you that. It's the first time I've set foot in Britain in two years, if that isn't a show of commitment, I don't know what is!"

She sighed, again he was right. It was all so difficult, turning to him she kissed him briefly, "I want it to be enough, I really do."

He watched her slide into her jeans, commando, then pull his t-shirt over her relatively undamaged bra. Dressed he could concentrate again, the temptation of her body had been driving him while. 

Carly's parents didn't betray even the smallest hint of surprise when they arrived hand in hand at the door. Her father patted Lucas on the shoulder, then dragged him out to the garden. Her father had kitted out his shed over the years, and now it was his refuge. Poor Lucas was being granted the extreme luxury of a grand tour.

Her mother was making dinner,  and Carly sat at the table and watched the efficiency of her mother.

"So," the older woman turned to her after lifting the heavy casserole dish into the oven. "What's the story with Lucas? You've not mentioned him since you came back, then he turns up here..." She didn't mention the missing afternoon, or the fact that Carly was wearing some of his clothes, but her eyes spoke a thousand words. Despite her enquiry, her mother wasn't angry or commandeering, she was concerned, interested, and Carly couldn't help but smile.

"I don't know how I'd have survived without him Mum, he's been my rock. But he's kind of stuck in a rut, he's working in a job that's so far below him, and I've asked him to come with me, broaden his horizons..."

Her mother tutted, "Carly, not everyone feels the need to chase an ever changing dream. You've always wanted to fly, to spread your wings and launch into more and more new experiences, and I know that you've felt clipped by this family." Carly tried to protest, but her mother held up a hand to silence her, "but some people are pragmatists, practical, grafters, those who want safety and security. I don't think you can be both, and you need to respect that he feels differently. If he feels safe, happy, I'm sure he'll be all you want him to be, but you need to give him time...and a chance to weigh things up."

Carly pondered her words for a few moments before replying, "but I can't make my decisions until I know what he's going to do."

Her mother shook her head, "that's not you Carly. If you want something then you go for it. You want to travel, then do it. If he joins you great...if you're meant to be together he'll be here, when you get home. The one thing you can be sure of, if you don't do all that you hoped to do, you'll regret it, and resent him for it. Only you can live your life."

As she helped lay the table, open a bottle of wine, she knew her mother was exactly right. It may not be easy, but she owed herself the chance to fly.