I can’t take it anymore and I shift forward, straddling her. Shane opens my legs wider, her eyes fixed on the hottest and wettest portion of me. I cling to her hair and grab her hand, placing it on my skin, palm open. When I feel her thumb slowly grazing my clit I lean my head back and I let go a rapid howl of pleasure.

“Fuck me Shane… Fuck me, fuck me… fuckmefuckmefuckme…”, I repeat endlessly into her ear and as she slides two fingers inside of me I moan again, gritting my teeth, letting her shake me, fast and hard, deep and strong, feeling her like she’s the only thing left in the whole world.

She slides down and sinks, she thrusts and pushes, her lips still nibbling my breast, her tongue running trails of fire on my sweated skin, my hands grabbing frantically her shoulders and the seats and resting on her head.

“God I love you”, she pants under her breath and I sway my hips on her, I pull her hand away, I take her jeans and her shorts down in a fluid movement, and start grinding against her slowly and firmly, and her hands keep me in place, press me down on her lap, press me down where she wants me the most.

We kiss feverishly, again, deeply, tongues swirling and interweaving, as we’re moaning into each other’s mouth. Shane’s fingers through my hair, her other hand on my pussy and I feel like I’m dying because the pleasure is too much.

“I love you too so fucking much…”, I whisper breathlessly.

“I need to feel you…”.

“You’re feeling me…”.

“I need to feel you more…”.

And as soon as my head starts spinning, really spinning, she tilts my seat down with one single movement, the seat goes down with a curt “clack” and she lays me down, and her head disappears between my legs and my feet caress her back as she goes down and in. Down on me and in me. Inside of me with her tongue and fingers and the only thing I feel is an earthshaking orgasm approaching, and I would like to tell her that she’s making me come hard, I would like to tell her that I want to make her come until she can’t remember her name anymore, I would like to tell her that everything is going to be alright but the only thing I can do is shout and tremble under her as my vision blurs.

”Drift away
Fade away
Little tin goddess
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black”*

**

When I open the front door of our house, they’re all sitting in the living room.

An extremely tensed Bette, an apparently calm Tina, little Angelica sleeping with her rounded cheek pressed against her lap, a sleepy Alice and a very unruffled Tasha.

Dante is drinking a beer, his shoulder resting against the doorframe between living room and kitchen.

“Hi…”, Carmen says weekly, raking her fingers through her hair.

“Where were you? We were worried!”, Bette exclaims.

“They were fucking. See? that sexy look on Carmen’s face says it all”, Alice cuts in shrugging her shoulders, and Carmen blushes immediately.

“Oh come on, Al. Just stop it”, I wince, “There’s nothing funny”.

“What?”, she replies arching her eyebrows, “It wasn’t funny? Geez, I though you guys had steamy sex! Veeeery fu -”.

“Alice…”.

That was Tasha and her tired voice. I rub my eyes, shaking my head, completely defeated. Then I look up, and Dante is still motionless, leaning against the door frame, bottle in hand. He stares at me and shows no interest for whatsoever pun intended by Alice.

“We need a game plan”, he just says quietly and I nod my head.

“Come on. Seven heads can reason much better than three”, Carmen considers, sitting on the couch.

“Can you guys tell us what the hell is going on?”, Tina murmurs feebly.

I swallow hard and rub my eyes, again.

TBC

**

* Soundtrack: "The Memory Remains" (Metallica Feat. Marianne Faithful)