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    Celestial

    And Shane… Shane wanted to scream, cry, laugh and faint all at the same time. But she just squeezed her eyes shut, her hand stroking Carmen’s long hair

    – so long, so smooth, so soft, so silky, so –

    and her lips lingered over hers, savoring every moment.

    Shane could only act by instinct. She could only act by love.

    She angled her head, slightly, parting her lips and felt Carmen’s tongue sliding into her mouth, gently. She moaned, surprised, amazed, and kissed her deeper.

    It wasn’t chaste. It was soft, but passionate and endless.

    They kissed and kissed, and Shane sat up, pulling Carmen closer, forgetting about the fatigue, the fever, the aching bruises on her body, forgetting everything except for Carmen’s skin and scent and breath and hair and lips.

    Slowly, Carmen undressed herself. One by one, her clothes fell silently on the carpet and her perfect body

    – her naked body –

    was now right in front of Shane, enlightened by the flames in the fireplace, tanned and curvaceous and smooth and

    “You are so beautiful…”, Shane murmured, feeling shivers going up and down her spine.

    “I’ve never felt anything like this…”, Carmen replied, her voice husky with love and desire.

    She reached Shane under the blanket and now there were interweaved limbs, skins mixing, hands roaming, lips kissing and nibbling, teeth biting gently.

    Carmen’s hands through Shane’s hair, across Shane’s back, her nails softly digging in flesh, her breath uneven and shaking.

    She tossed her head back, feeling Shane’s lips running along the soft skin of her neck, kissing, and then nibbling her shoulder, her collarbone. Blindly, Carmen took Shane’s head into her hands and pulled it down, toward her breasts.

    She moaned, instinctively, when Shane’s lips closed around her nipples, and she clung tighter to her when she felt her body trembling.

    “Am I doing good?”, Shane whispered, her voice faltering a little, her eyes looking up for a short instant.

    Carmen touched her slightly parted lips, swallowing hard.

    “You’re doing perfect…”, she breathed out.

    Shane laid her down, Carmen’s back touched the softness of the carpet, and she closed her eyes when Shane kissed her on her hips, on her flat stomach, on her thighs and calves and feet.

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