Shane growled from the depth of her throat when she reached the most intimate spot of Carmen’s body and Carmen, automatically, tossed her head back with a moan of surprise.

"…Fuck…", she hissed then.

The expression on her face was torn and she frowned one more time, and again she bit her bottom lip feeling Shane’s tongue going deep inside of her, and for a second she seemed about to stop her, to push her back. But then her hand pressed harder on Shane’s head, pulling her where she wanted to feel her the most.

“God… Oh…”, she whispered, not knowing exactly what to say and, at the same time, craving to shout at the top of her lungs that that was it, that Shane took her like nobody else had done before, that she was already making her come, that she wanted to come so much that it was almost painful. That she wanted Shane to make her come until the end of the world.

Her bare leg caressed Shane’s back and smoothed down her white shirt, and Shane moved her head between her legs, her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes closed, her pale hands firmly placed on Carmen’s hips.

Carmen opened her eyes and focused on Shane. She observed her doing what she was doing, feeling every touch, feeling that intimate contact, and tilted her head to a side, parting her lips and letting go a shaking sigh.

“Do you like this?”, Shane asked, huskily, between her legs. Her lips moved against her sensitive core and Carmen jerked a little. She swallowed again.

“Yeah…”, she whispered, “…I do like it… don’t stop…”.

“Do you want me to stop?”, Shane teased her quietly, adding her fingers to her already proficient tongue and Carmen gritted her teeth.

“No… don’t stop…”, she repeated, breathlessly, “…But kiss me”.

She grabbed Shane’s shirt and tugged.

Shane stood up and started moving inside of her, long slow thrusts, and Carmen’s ankles entwined behind her back, around her hips, pulling her more toward her body. Carmen’s grabbed Shane by the collar of her unbuttoned shirt and stared into her eyes, breathing heavily and rocking under her movements.

“Kiss me…”, she whispered, her nose almost touching Shane’s, who seemed mesmerized by her dark eyes, “…Make me come… Kiss me…Kiss me… Make me come…”, Carmen repeated.