Carmen grasped the base of his shaft, and lowering her head, she maintained eye contact and slowly circled the tip with her tongue before sucking the hard flesh between her lips. He inhaled sharply, his chest rising as she stretched her mouth over his wide width. She took her time and made a game of teasing him and enjoyed watching him squirm as she licked the veined underside with steady strokes and then blew on the tip.
She moved her mouth and the hand at the base of his shaft in time together until Carlos was panting and gripping the sofa’s edge. She moaned as she enthusiastically engaged in the act, which only turned him on more. He cursed loudly and grabbed a handful of her hair, and she tightened the suction of her mouth, sucking hard, gripping him with her right hand while the other gently raked the inside of his thighs and fondled his balls.
Carlos started thrusting, his breathing heavy and labored. “Carmen,” he groaned, his voice a warning.
But she didn’t want to stop. She took pride in making him feel good. In making love to him and showing how much she’d missed him—how much she’d missed sharing such intimacies with him.
She moaned and whimpered around his dick, little sounds that let him know how much she relished the task at hand. She enjoyed it so much her panties were damp and her nipples hard as pebbles.
Carlos’s head fell back, and he let out a harsh curse. “I’m coming, Carmen.”
He sounded so helpless—helpless in the clutches of her mouth. She pinched the sensitive skin of his testicles, and he swore again and let out a shuddering moan. Face still tilted toward the ceiling, he gripped the back of her head with both hands and forced her mouth lower on his hard flesh.
She gave in without resistance and let him lift deeper into her mouth. Warm cum hit the back of her throat, and he shuddered as she massaged his thighs and pelvis, wringing every last bit of tension from his body until he wilted into the cushions.
Carmen withdrew her mouth and then sat on the table before him, satisfied with her performance, and Carlos clearly was too. When he finally lifted his head and looked at her, the intensity in his dark eyes in the nearly black room sent warm tingles over her skin.
He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her cheeks, a corner of her mouth, and then her lips.
“You have a dangerous mouth,” he said in a low voice.
Mighty pleased with herself, Carmen smiled.
“I need to return the favor.”
She shivered in anticipation when his lips briefly touched against hers in a soft kiss. Then he kissed her again, harder and more prolonged.
Carlos stood and adjusted his pants. Then he lifted Carmen in his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He placed her on the bed against the pillows and within seconds had removed her heels and romper, leaving her almost naked before him in a pair of silky black panties.
Carlos kicked off his shoes and lowered to the bed. Without warning, he pushed her legs apart and pressed his face between her thighs. He took a deep breath and groaned, fingers gripping her calves as he held her legs open.
“Carlos,’’ she whispered, arching her back. His face against her crotch, smelling her, was almost obscene.
He sucked on her through her panties, using his teeth and lips in a torturous move that had her lifting off the mattress. He sucked until her panties were wet with his saliva and her own arousal. His actions were unbearably erotic and typical Carlos. He loved to torture her.
Finally, he pulled her panties to the side and took another deep breath, and she heard another low moan escape from him. With his head bent over her, she couldn’t see him well for the sweep of hair that covered his features. His curls brushed the inside of her thighs and added another sensation to further torture her heavily aroused body.
“This used to be mine,” he whispered.
It still is.
The words trembled on the tip of Carmen’s tongue, but she didn’t have a chance to speak because he slid the underwear down her legs and tossed it aside. Then his mouth landed on her with a sloppy, wet sound. He devoured her lower lips like a man possessed, swirling his tongue around and within and then licking his lips, as if he’d never tasted anything so delicious.
The fingers of one hand slid onto the back of his head, slipping into the soft curls and keeping him in place against her center. His tongue glided through the slippery wetness coating her sex. Aroused and aching, Carmen spread her legs wider and let him feast, squeezing her own breasts with her other hand and rubbing on her painfully hard nipples.
The unerring swipe of his talented tongue showed no mercy to her stiffened clit. With her breathing fractured and irregular, Carmen pleaded with him not to stop. She was so close to coming.
Finally she did, her fingers going back to his hair and tightening, her body rocked by tremors so profound her back arched, her eyes closed tight, and her mouth fell open on a hoarse cry of pleasure.
But Carlos wasn’t done. He crawled up the bed, and his mouth closed over one chocolate-tipped breast.
“Wait,” she whispered, barely recognizing the tormented sound to her own voice as her sensitive body struggled to recover.
He ignored her hoarse plea and gorged on her taut flesh, then shifted to the other nipple and sucked and licked with utter abandon. Every movement of his mouth echoed with intensity at the apex of her thighs.
His hands skated down her body, sweeping over her legs and knees, exploring as if every inch was brand new. But it wasn’t. He knew all of her.
He took control of her pleasure, and she reacted in kind. She tugged his shirt and undershirt off with urgent desperation to experience the pleasure of her naked skin against his. She scraped her nails down his sides and over his tight ass—a little too harsh. A little too anxious.
“I want you. I need you,” Carlos whispered.
“Yes. Yes,” Carmen panted.
He sheathed himself in protection and then gripping her bare ass, aligned his hips with hers and pressed home with a low groan. The entire universe stood still while her muscles stretched to fit the depth and circumference of his solid erection. The drive of his hips inflicted immense pleasure, forcing her to wail and gasp and tremble beneath him.
Carlos had control of her body and used a commanding force of thrusts and hard hands to hitch her hips higher and allow him in deeper. Another moan scaled the length of her throat and escaped through her mouth. She grabbed a handful of hair and gripped one of his shoulder blades, pushing her hips higher and harder against his, running down the orgasm just out of reach.
“That’s it. Harder, mi amor. Come for me.”
And she did, splintering into pieces at his simple command. Contracting around him and turning his smooth rhythm into a manic pace. Her whimpers of pleasure sounded in the room, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back. Her hoarse cries swept through the cavernous space. Nothing in life had ever felt as good as being claimed by him.
Carlos shuddered and collapsed on top of her, burying his face into her neck. She wrapped her arms around him, rubbed the musculature of his back, his shoulder blades, and wrapped her legs around his waist and just held on.
Overcome by emotion, she said softly in his ear, “I still love you.”
His whispered response was immediate. “I still love you, too.”
7
Carlos squinted into the bright morning light. No surprise he’d slept later than usual after the night he and Carmen had.