My hands roam till I find the zipper of her dress. I drag it down feeling her hands on my back tracing those little scars she likes so much from my tattoo. She gets impatient with the zipper; her hands can’t focus on my jeans so she goes back to feeling my skin. Her dress in a heap at her feet. My hands on her touching feeling her writhe at my touching her. She wants my lips on her skin; she wants my tongue inside her. She wants and wants and wants.

And I don’t.

 I push her away from me. topless again she and I and right on time and spurned her mouth starts to move. Desperate for me to understand how she loves and misses me and still doesn’t get the fucking point.

“Admit it?”

“Admit what Shane?”

“Admit that you like watching me bleed for you…. that you like it when I am broken down and having nowhere to turn but to you….Admit that you get off on controlling me…..come on.”

No answer again. Hah. Her deadly tongue wasn’t going to win tonight.

“Is this what is really bugging you? Are you sure it’s not the fact that you refuse to believe that we are supposed to be together….isn’t this your argument?”

“I don’t even know anymore……” I turn my back to her and I knew that it was going to be a mistake. Maybe its why I did it.

“Just one touch Shane….that’s all you need….”

Kiss on the back of my neck hand moving my hair away so she has more skin to work with. Breasts crushed into my back. One arm then the other around me. Fingers fumbling with the zipper. She mumbles that its stuck between her kisses. I don’t think I just move to get it done. I focus on the bed in the corner of my trailer. I wonder at the current rate that we are going, Carmen’s mouth licking and kissing my back; I wonder will we make it there? This is so wrong. I try hard to not let her know that it feels really….really good. It just makes her work harder.