I just told Carmen that I’ve kissed girls before. But apparently, I lied. Because whatever the hell I was doing with my lips before … this feels like something else entirely.
Pleasure bursts through my mouth as our lips slant. Her scent and taste fill me. My feet don’t feel like they’re on solid ground. I could be floating right now and it wouldn’t surprise me.
I almost have a heart attack when her tongue brushes against my bottom lip.
Our kiss deepens. I wasn’t wrong that I would drown in this. That’s exactly what’s happening. I’m at the bottom of the fucking ocean, and I don’t want anyone ever pulling me up.
There’s no way that breathing oxygen is worth it if it means I’ll ever have to stop feeling the slide of my lips against Carmen’s. If this kiss is my grave, then bury me in it.
Was that glancing touch of her tongue against my lip an invitation? With my fingertips trembling against the soft curve of Carmen’s hips, I decide to find out. I glide my tongue across the seam of her lips, and she opens them for me.
It’s a new level of bliss when my tongue pushes into her mouth. It tangles with the smooth, warm velvet of her own. My eyes roll back behind my shut lids.
I’ve thought a lot about kissing Carmen. A lot. But I’ve never experienced something that was so much better than even my wildest fantasies.
I pull her flush against me, needing to feel more of her. When she moans against my mouth, though, I think that might have been a mistake. Because now sharp flames are licking at the baseof my balls, and I’m pretty sure a gust of wind could make me come in my pants.
“Jamie,” she groans into my mouth right after I lap my tongue over hers.
I can’t suppress the low, rough growl that rumbles against Carmen’s mouth. That wispy sound of my name on her lips drives me almost mad. Close enough to it that my self-control snaps, and I feel my hands roaming, dragging across Carmen’s hips, tracing the dip of her waist.
“You’re tense,” I mumble into our kiss, feeling the tautness in her muscles.
She hums. “Maybe a little nervous about dinner,” she says as she nips at my bottom lip. I have to clench my abs tight to keep from tipping over the edge.
“I wonder if there’s anything I could do about that.” The words come out staggered, one or two at a time, as our kiss doesn’t let up. “To … help you relax.”
Her hand feels like a ring of fire when it wraps around my wrist. She guides it to the waistband of her pants. My heart skips way too many beats to be considered clinically safe.
We’re standing in the middle of her living room, lips crashing, the contours of our bodies molded together, and I snap open the button of her jeans.
“Bedroom,” she says. With a couple stumbling steps, we find our way to her bed and tumble onto it.
Being on top of Carmen’s soft mattress, pressed against her, the warmth of her lips crushing against mine, her pants partly undone, the scent and softness of her silky hair wrapping all around my face … I’ve died and gone to heaven. I must have.
She rolls onto her back, and I take the handle of her zipper between my thumb and forefinger. The metallic sound of her zipper unwinding ratchets my anticipation to unbearable levels.I angle my hips to minimize the amount of contact the swollen, sensitive head of my cock has with anything.
The fly of Carmen’s jeans is wide open. I brush my fingertips along the line of exposed skin between her panties and the hem of her shirt. Her skin is so fucking soft, so perfect, that I moan out a ragged breath.
I don’t know what’s the more pressing danger right now: me busting in my pants, or my heart stopping in my chest. I brush the pad of my thumb against the outline of her hipbone, and a shiver rushes through her.
I need to make sure we’re on the same page here. “Do you want me to get you off, Carmen?”
Holy shit. Just asking that question turns me on like I can’t believe. I hardly recognize my own voice.
She rolls her hips. A needy, impatient motion. “Yes, damn it.”
I chuckle against her lips. That’s my girl.
At least, I sure as fuck want her to be.
I dip my fingertips under the waistband of her panties. The groan that falls out of me is choked. The skin beneath is so soft. A blast of tight heat pulses through my groin.
I push my hand lower, and I feel her.
Wet. Slick. Hot. Impossibly soft.
The sensations barreling through me are so intense, I don’t know how I’m going to stay conscious. I’m swelled with thrill and excitement, like I’m about to burst at the seams. My blood pressure is so high that I feel the drum of my heartbeat behind my eyes.
