The First I Love You-Station 19

Flashpoint(s)

Carina and Maya are so in love; they can barely keep their hands off of each other. This chapter chronicles the interlude between all-night sex and the morning when the first time one says I LOVE YOU TO THE OTHER: early the next morning...Unknown to the distracted lovers, they're spied on...additionally, Surrera indulges in one another in the BEST WAY POSSIBLE...

-EXPLICIT FF AND MF SEX INCLUDING ORAL AND SEX TOYS-

A back-draft is an explosive event caused by a fire, resulting from the rapid re-introduction of oxygen to combustion in an oxygen-depleted environment, for example, the breaking of a window or opening of a door to an enclosed space. Back drafts
present a serious threat to firefighters-even when they are not on duty...MAYA BISHOP can attest to that!

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She loses her breath around Dr. Carina DeLuca; her skin heats up and the blood boils in her veins: when they kiss, and their lips separate a back draft could be said to occur. No other man or woman has ever caused this type of reaction in the thirty-ish blonde fire captain...
granted NIKKI is still listed as one of the best in class in the lesbian lover category, and JACK GIBSON is highly skilled in the bedroom as well; Carina though is in a class by herself.

The first I LOVE surprisingly was spoken by Maya, whispered early one morning after some very very good sex. In her mind she's said it to a sleeping woman (Carina was NOT ASLEEP, as Maya discovered later); emboldened by daylight, she repeated it at breakfast.

"I heard you last night, Maya. And I feel the same, mio caro". (my darling)

"Oh, You SNEAKY...why I OUGHTA"-Carina interrupts with a a searing hot kiss. Just as they are about to get into some heavier action, Carina's paged from Grey-Sloan (an expectant mother arrived on site, still not sufficiently dilated to go into labor); "We probably have two hours before the next page", she grins. In one motion, she slips Maya's robe down and off of her shoulders, exposing her large, pendulous breasts. Carina is addicted to those lovely, lovely tits with their quite sensitive and stubby nipples and she paid them the homage that they deserved and Maya was loving it: Her whole frame tingles and her pussy is now very moist. Carina adores sucking, squeezing, kneading, cuddling, licking, and hefting her blonde companion's impressive endowments. What she does to them qualifies as true worship...going for the gusto,
Carina's hot lips and wet tongue savor Maya's luscious, thick-nippled jugs. Her eyes closed in response to the incredible pleasure coursing through her veins, Maya caresses the brunette woman's soft dark hair, kissing her forehead repeatedly, and urging her on, all the while gasping aloud, she's so caught up in the incredible moment. She doesn't resist when her darling Carina takes a final, loving lick between her heaving bosoms, kissing her way rapidly over her toned abs to where the pretty pink puss she seeks nestled between the strong, sturdy thighs of the woman she hoped to spend the rest of her life with.

Carina's hot breath wafts over the 'thick' blonde's pussy, then her wet tongue licks hungrily at her juicy, flaming twat circling continually. The intense sucking is MORE intense-the Italian Attending apparently intends to suck every single drop of love juice out of her lover. Tilting her body back with her eyes closed, Maya's left hand, tangled in Carina's long dark tresses,
shoves the nibbling, lapping OB's face harder than she intended against her shaven mound, coming powerfully not once but twice, within a few intense minutes. Carina's lovely mouth was filled with her lover's succulent squirts. And she wanted more.

With Maya perched atop the kitchen island, Carina retrieves a harnessed dildo from a lower cabinet and buckles it on. She places one of Maya's ankles atop one of her shoulders, the other crooked around her waist; her dark eyes locked on those of her lover's glazed blue ones; she pushes in deeply; with the thumb of her right hand, Carina rubs Maya's clit gently, thrusting more emphatically while her girlfriend squirms and sighs endearment. The long, medium-thick
rubber dildo scrubs its tip against Maya's cervix and to complete the orgasm hat trick, the over-stimulated Fire Barbie gushed out her juices yet again, squirting onto both rutting women's groins and thighs. Her slender ships continue thrusting slowly, even as she leans in to press tender kisses onto Maya's lips-the deep affection is evident to the two voyeurs enjoying the show...

Andrea Herrera-Sullivan and her husband, Robert Sullivan leave as quietly as they entered (using the spare key Andrea retained from when she resided there previously. They pull out of the driveway, intending to hurry home as quickly as possible; they find that they cannot, and Robert pulls into the nearest alley: his jeans are unbuckled, and together with his boxer briefs shoved down around his calves. For Andy (who's wearing a skirt) she simply slips off her lacy
red undies (not so simply, as it turns out-getting the undergarment off over her high-heeled pumps is a small challenge)...then she swings one leg over his lap, and aligns the head of his prick with already wet outer labia...he slides in half, and when her back bows he hesitates until she nods 'yes' and he delivers three more inches. Gravity and her increasing wetness do the rest...

"I can't get enough of you...ever", Andy pants, nipping at the hollows in his neck-one side, and then the other. He hooks his muscular forearms under her armpits, bringing her the rest of the way onto his straining fire-pole. "Ahhhh....ahhhh; oooo! she coos, grinding her hips in tight circles. "A-AHAH Baby; you're burning me up" she moans, and he fumbles for the air conditioning control. Forced air cools their over-heated skin, though her nipples, still tightly confined in her bra, feel like acorns heated within their shells. "I'm gonna...FAINT; God what your beautiful verga: me tienes conquistada (verga=dick/cock...me tienes conquistada =you've conquered me), is what Andrea shouts before, completely vanquished, her orgasm sweeps her away like a strong tide; Robert joins her just behind. They remain as they are for about fifteen minutes, finally stirring and heading home (after a brief clean-up with wet wipes). Not quite sated, they fully expect to pick this up again at home.

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In the early morning hours after a long and very satisfying bout of indulging in one another, Andy lay awake, drowsily watching her man: HER man! She chuckles quietly to herself; in an earlier version of herself there was no 'man guy--she went through men like a child on Christmas morning...all of that has changed and for the first time she was in love: hopelessly and completely and also for the first time, the complexities of a committed relationship don't scare her any longer.

What DOES give her pause is the realization--always in the deep recesses in the back of her mind--the ever-present possibility that each call could result in serious injury or death...and though the 'fire*gasms' haven't completely quieted the awareness that she, a member of her team, or that man she now adores could fall 'in the line of'. She leans over and tenderly kisses Robert's forehead whispering "I love you more than anything, Quierido,  and I'll be by your side no matter what."

He smiled sleepily, cracked his eyes briefly, and whispered back "And I you" before his eyes closed, and he let out one loud snort before slipping back into a deep sleep. Andy's mind segued into her previous musings about the very real hazards of their hazards: at a seminar a few months ago some data presented there opened her eyes:

The leading cause of death among line-of-duty firefighters is sudden cardiac events, accounting for approximately 45% of duty deaths. Firefighting requires high levels of aerobic fitness, anaerobic capacity, and muscular strength and endurance; however, the data suggested that many firefighters--despite their high levels of physical fitness and training that many
DO NOT possess high aerobic or anaerobic capacity. She thought back to the many first responders from her father's era who must utilize portable oxygen tanks and pocket inhalers: hale and hearty men and women whose respiratory ailments--particularly as they age. For the first time the possibility of sudden death and/or her and Robert's elderly years filled with
illness and/or disability. Since meeting him she has largely abandoned her reckless and sometimes foolhardy line of duty (and personal) actions; and she did so of her own volition, despite what some of her teammates believed...it's because of her first true love...the love of her life.