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Ladies and gentlemen, have you ever heard of love at first sight?
Well, I am a romantic person and I believe it exists.
Shane didn’t.
Until she met Carmen, obviously.
Because that same night…

Flashback – Shane

As the storm rages outside the window, I thrust harder into Carmen’s body.
“Oh God!”, she shouts, digging her nails deeper into my back, “Oh fuck! Oh my God!”.
We’ve been laying on this bed for almost three hours now and yet we can’t get enough.
Furious, passionate, raw sex all the way and my God, I’ve never felt this way.
I’ve never met anyone like Carmen.
The way she smells, the way she speaks, the way she thinks, the way she fucks, the way she kisses me and tells filthy, dirty things in Spanish into my ear is driving me crazy.
Her body is perfect as I imagined it to be. Even more, if possible.
After a very sober dinner we found ourselves directly in bed.
We literally tore our clothes off each other and we started fucking like bunnies.
Have I ever believed at that love-at-first-sight thing?
Honestly, no.
I haven’t.
My life is made of one-night stands and unknown faces in the morning. No bed talking, no cuddling, no spooning, nothing except devilish fucking.
But with this girl is different, and my heart bumps into my chest every time she runs her fingers across my skin, every time her lips meet mine and her tongue slowly brushes my neck.
Carmen bites my shoulder and I move my fingers deeper inside of her, as sweat starts running across my jaw.
We take each other like it’s the last time – well, it’s the first time we make love, actually, but, somehow, it seems like we’ve never been apart.
Her body is familiar, to me, and I don’t know how, I don’t know why.
And Carmen… well, Carmen seems to know by heart all the right actions to do to push me over the top, and all the right words to say to make me melt.
So I keep on moving inside of her, harder, deeper, faster.
And she’s wet, and warm, and safe.
She is home.
I kiss her deeply, passionately, as we dance together over these silk sheets.
Her hands brush the small of my back as her head leans back on the pillow.
Her dark eyes are caught in pleasure, in bliss. One more time.
“Oh God!”, she yells, coming again, – and let’s say it, it’s music for my ears – “Oh Jesus! Oh God, right there, right there, don’t stop, don’t stop! Shane!”.
She is breathless, and so am I, and as we finally slow down our pace, panting and gasping and moaning, she gently strokes my cheeks, looking at me with apologizing eyes.
“I am sorry… I am sorry…”, she murmurs with a wheezing voice.
I chuckle, kissing her on her forehead.
“Never, never, never apologize for being multiorgasmic”.
Her fingers linger on the nape of my neck.
“I honestly didn’t know I was…”, she confesses, blushing.
I laugh softly.
“Oh, bless you!”.
She bites her bottom lips and shivers go down my spine. I love that little gesture of hers.
“Bless you…”, she murmurs, raising her eyebrow seductively.
I lay butterfly kisses all over her face as she smiles.
“If we end up together…”, she whispers, “…Then this is the most romantic day of my whole life…”.
She cups my face, staring at me.
“And if we don’t…”, she teases, “…Then I am a complete slut”.
I chuckle, moving a strand of hair away from her face, my body still laying on hers.
“This is the story we’re gonna tell our grandchildren…”, I murmur, feeling a new wave of excitement invading my body.
She laughs, feeling my lips going down on her collarbone, breast, stomach, thighs.
“Okay, now it’s official. I can’t stay away from you for more than thirty seconds…”, I whisper against her skin.
Carmen arches her body.
“That’s the sixth time, babe…”, she mutters, delighted.
“Why not…”, I smile, closing my eyes and sinking again into her body.

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