Carl vaguely recalled there being a clasp on Alexis's top - itself something like a sturdy bra or bikini top that showed her figure to good effect while presumably keeping her cool through the hot days - between the cups and he abandoned his attention on her breast just long enough to find and fumble through unhooking it. As it fell to her sides, he could feel the warmth of both breasts pressed into his own bare chest. Their skin slid across one another's on a thin sheen of perspiration.
All the while he continued kissing her like their very lives depended on it.
At the feel of Alexis's nails across his back, Carl let out a moan that sounded more like a growl. He kissed her savagely before sliding down her body just far enough to pull one of her bare breasts to his mouth. While sucking the hard nipple inside, he massaged its recently freed companion.
Oh how this woman had a way with animals, and coaxing out the animal in him.
Carl alternated between Alexis's breasts, pampering each in turn with kisses and nibbles, massaging and gentle pinches. He loved the feel of her fingers in his hair and lingered here for a good while.
Eventually, he freed one hand and began to trail the back of his fingertips down her taut abs. When he reached her waistband, he retreated slowly back up to the valley between her breasts, only to repeat the process.
Carl could feel Alexis's mounting passion with each gasp, each undulation. Her fingers gripped his hair each time his fingers neared her waist, and not in a warning sort of way.
He shifted back up to kiss her on the mouth, slightly less aggressive and a bit more passionate. His hand, meanwhile, traced back down her abs to her waist and undid the buckle. He raised his hips just enough to be able to unzip her pants. His fingertips teased just inside across the smooth fabric of her panties.
Carl nestled alongside Alexis, one leg still wrapped over hers. He dragged his fingers from her waist up her tummy, across the peak of a heaving beast, across her collarbone, up her neck, along her cheek, and ultimately to wipe back a stray lock of dark hair. He met her gaze, caressing her face, knowing he'd found someone special.
He smiled and kissed her deeply. His hand explored its way, casually and intimately, all the way back down until it slipped through the open zipper. His fingers curled around until cupping her over just the thinnest barrier of soaked fabric.
A soft moan into the kiss feeling his hand curling around her between pants and panties. Breaking the kiss she nodded to him. She had never been this close with anyone and while she held no true ideas she trusted him. Pressing another tenderness to his lips losing herself once more in the sensations of pleasure and desire.
Carl accepted Alexis's nod of approval and melted into her tender kiss. Lips locked, soft and sweet, he gently stroked his fingers against her panties. He continued with the gentle pressure until the urgency in her response rose, at which point he withdrew.
He tickled her tummy for just a moment and then slid his hand back down, underneath her panties and snaking through her soft curls. Within moments, he felt the raw heat emanating from her most intimate spot. As soft as a downy feather, he let the pad of his finger graze across her clit.
Alexis's response to his touch, the uttering of his name as the first coherent word she'd uttered in some time, sent Carl over the top. It was all he could do to restrain himself.
With her head thrown back, he kissed her exposed neck - finding each little soft spot.
His fingers kissed her clit again, ever so briefly, and then slid further along the folds of her labia, teasing and exploring. He continued only until Alexis's body strained for more contact and then he dipped one finger inside her...so hot with the fire of her passion. He dragged the finger back out slowly, pulling it across her clit as he did so.
Carl kissed Alexis, savoring the satisfied smile and noting the glint in her eye.
"Surely you're not going to sleep in these things," he whispered. Reluctantly, he broke off their kiss, planted a few along her body, and positioned himself by her waist. He hooked his fingers around her waistband and helped ease both pants and panties off. Her legs were magnificent - long, lean, strong. With the garments set aside, he kissed his way up from her ankles to her knees and up her thighs until her scent nearly overwhelmed him with arousal.
Carl loved the way she responded to his touch and he desperately wanted to taste her. He hesitated briefly, afraid she might still be too sensitive. Her scent, her pheromones, overwhelmed him, though, and he spread her legs and kissed his way right up to the source.
His tongue lapped up the length of her slit, collecting every drop of honey, until it flicked over the nub of her clit. He was practically shaking in barely restrained arousal.
Her hips pressed up against his tongue with a sharp inhale at the sensation. The more his tongue and lips moved the .ore her hips undulated and pressed against him.
He pressed his tongue flat against her clit, letting her own motions grind against it. Into her, he slid two fingers and curled them against her g-spot. She was so far aroused, he knew it would take little time to bring her to a second climax.
Her hands seemed to instinctively grip his hair as her hips pressed against his tongue and fingers. Her head tossed back as she gasped at the orgasm already building back up within her.
Carl hoped Alexis's reaction wouldn't trigger some sort of protective response from her sleeping leopard. He pushed aside his worry, itself a measure of his remarkable improvement, and focused on drawing out the last spasms of her orgasm.
As the moment passed, he lapped up her juices, careful not to contact her undoubtedly over sensitive clit.
He then crawled up alongside Alexis, pressing his body against hers, and kissed her tenderly.