Chapter 28

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CARMEN

Carmen couldn't remember a time when she had come so hard in her life. The sounds that had escaped her mouth sounded borderline pornographic, and the fact that she was lying on a cool kitchenette countertop didn't make the scene seem less of a porno. Her chest was heaving like she had just ran a marathon, but she felt so calm she didn't want to leave her current state of bliss.

She began to laugh with her hand on her forehead. There were hands roaming her body up and down gently. It felt so good to be worshiped like that. In fact, Carmen wasn't sure if she had ever been worshiped before. She assumed that's how it was when you only dated models. They were the ones that required all the attention, and never gave it to her.

But this. This felt like the world had caught on fire, and for the first time she could see through the smoke. Nothing else had been around her, only what was in front of her, and that was Hannah.

She sat up and leaned on her palms. Hannah was searching her eyes, looking for something that Carmen couldn't figure out. She felt a hand reach up and cup her cheek and she leaned into it, her eyes fluttering for half a beat.

"Are you okay?" Hannah asked in a whisper.

Jesus Christ. Who was this woman, and how did she find her? Always checking in. She couldn't hold back a laugh.

When Hannah's brow furrowed at the laugh, she leaned in. "I'm far better than okay." Hannah smirked.

Carmen pushed Hannah's shoulder away so she could hop off the counter. Her knees felt weak, but she stood tall before leaning in and kissing Hannah passionately; long and deep. It felt like Hannah almost melted into it.

"Let's take this to the bedroom." Her voice was far sultrier than she ever thought she had ever been. But it had the desired effect on Hannah. There was a pleading in her blue eyes, and it was then that Carmen knew she would never be able to deny her anything, not with eyes that looked at her like that.

It was time for Carmen to worship her, because if she felt even an ounce as Carmen had when they started that kiss in the elevator, she had to be losing her mind. Just the thought of that made her curious to find out if Hannah wanted her as much as she had wanted her.

Carmen wanted all of this woman. She wanted to have skin touching skin, legs so entwined they wouldn't be able to know where one started and another ended, and to have their bodies pressed so close that they would feel as one. She wanted her begging, sweating and craving for more.

Carmen held a flat palm on Hannah's sternum, so she slid it up and around the back of her neck to pull her closer. She wanted to know what she tasted like on Hannah's mouth, and when she tasted it, she groaned.

She pushed Hannah backward to the bed. When the back of Hannah's knees hit the mattress, she flopped down on it, their lips disconnecting with a pop.

"Pants off now." She heard herself say. She watched as Hannah took a hard swallow before obeying.

So she liked to be bossed around? Carmen could work with that. In fact, she could excel at it.

As she took off her own bra, she jutted out her chin to Hannah, "back up to the pillows." Hannah's mouth opened and her chest began to rise and fall at a rapid pace as she did what she was told.

Carmen kneeled on the side of the mattress before she crawled slowly and seductively up to the beautiful woman in front of her. She placed her hand on Hannah's chest to push her to lay flat on her back. Her long blonde hair framed her head on the pillows and Carmen couldn't remember ever seeing such a beautiful sight.

"Tell me what you want." She whispered in the shell of Hannah's ear, and she felt the woman shiver underneath her.

Carmen slid a thigh between Hannah's and pressed it in the very spot she needed it. Hannah let out an animalistic guttural groan and reached a hand to Carmen's head. She allowed it this time. She let her be pulled down for an almost painful kiss. They stayed like that, Carmen's leg pressed against Hannah's center and kissed as if their lives depended on it. Teeth against teeth, nails scratching on skin, hips thrusting achingly.

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