Chapter 466: Stabilizing Carmen [1] [R-18 Contents!]

"There... is a guest room just behind the storage room."

The moment the words escaped her lips, the full weight of what she was implying hit her, flushing her face a deep, burning crimson.

It was already too late to take it back.

I closed the distance between us, wrapping my right arm firmly around her waist and pulling her body flush against mine as I captured her lips in a deep, heavy kiss.

"Hmffhh..."

Her muffled moan vibrated against my mouth, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her hands instinctively clutched at my shirt. I shifted my grip, sliding my arm down below the curve of her rear to lift her entirely off her feet. Carmen gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she instinctively wrapped her legs around my hips to stay balanced, her chest rising and falling rapidly against mine.

Holding the flashlight in my left hand, I carried her down the narrow corridor. When we reached the door, I pushed it open, stepped inside, and closed it behind us. I lowered her onto the mattress, the springs squeaking softly under her weight.

"W...we have to be quiet," Carmen whispered, her voice trembling as she glanced nervously toward the ceiling. "Shannon is sleeping right upstairs..."

"That depends entirely on you," I murmured, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it onto a nearby chair. "The first time, you weren’t exactly quiet."

"T...That was..." A soft gasp hitched in her throat as a fresh wave of heat hit her cheeks. "I... it had just been so long..."

"Are you going to keep those on?" I asked, looking down at her.

While the technicality of a Stabilization didn’t strictly require full nudity, the pretense between us had vanished. Carmen reached up, her fingers trembling slightly as she took hold of the hem of her V-neck top. She pulled it up over her head and set it aside, leaving her in a simple white lace bra that strained to contain her full chest.

I leaned down over the bed, taking the waistband of her knee-length pants. Carmen lifted her hips slightly with a nervous, breathless smile, aiding the effort as I pulled the fabric down over her legs and tossed them to the floor, her slippers dropping off in the process.

She lay back against the pillows in just her underwear, her breath coming in shallow, unsteady hitches. Despite being a mother of two, her body was stunning. I moved over her, anchoring her to the mattress as my lips met hers once again.

"Mmm~"

She let out a low sigh into the kiss, her arms reaching up to wind around my neck while her knees parted naturally. I slid my left hand down her hip, resting my palm against the warm fabric of her panties before moving lower to stroke her through the damp silk.

"Haah..." Her head fell back, a soft shudder running through her frame.

"You’re already wet," I whispered against her ear.

"I... it’s just... it really has been a long time," she murmured, her voice laced with a mix of embarrassment and surrender.

"Just let me take care of it," I said, kissing the side of her neck.

"I’m supposed to be the older one, I should—haaann!"

Her sentence broke into a sharp, airy moan as I slipped my fingers beneath the damp edge of her underwear and pushed inside her. Her body instantly tightened around the motion, her sensitivity heightened by the months of restraint.

I captured her lips again to muffle her gasps, slowly working my fingers in a smooth, steady rhythm. Her hand tightened in my hair, holding me close as I trailed my lips down her jaw, over the curve of her throat, and along her collarbone.

With her propped up slightly against the headboard, I reached around behind her back with my free hand, easily unhooking the clasp of her bra. The front loosened immediately, and I slid the straps down her shoulders, freeing her chest completely.

Her breasts were full, firm, and heavily flushed, the pink tips tight and fully erect. I leaned down, sweeping my tongue directly over one taut peak.

"Haaah... ah, yes..." Carmen bit her lower lip, her fingers curling tightly into the bedsheets as a long, trembling exhale escaped her.

I circled her nipple with my tongue before taking it fully into my mouth, matching the pull of my lips to the rhythmic thrust of my fingers below. Every touch drew another breathless sound from her throat as she arched slightly into the pressure, completely giving in to the moment.

I continued to work my tongue around her peak, taking the sensitive bud fully into my mouth and pulling gently, teasing it while my fingers maintained a slow rhythm deep inside her.

"Hhhnnn... Ryan..." Carmen groaned, her head rolling back into the pillow. Her fingers tangled further into my hair, not to push me away, but to press my face closer against her chest.

Every slide of my fingers inside her brought a wet, slick sound that filled the small, quiet room, making her cheeks burn even hotter. She tried to keep her knees tight to muffle her reactions, but the sensation was too much; her legs gradually fell open wider, giving me total access.

"You’re so tight, Carmen," I murmured against her skin, moving my mouth across the valley of her chest to capture her other nipple, licking and sucking until it was just as hard as the first. "And so wet."

"Don’t... don’t say things like that..." she panted, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and overwhelming pleasure. "Ah! Right... right there—hnnngh!"

Her hips involuntarily twitched upward as my thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her slit, applying a soft, circular pressure right in time with the thrust of my fingers. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, and she quickly clamped a hand over her own mouth, her eyes wide with panic as she glanced toward the door, listening for any sign of movement from upstairs.

I reached up and gently took her hand away from her mouth, pinning her wrist to the mattress beside her head.

"Let me hear you," I whispered, leaning down so my breath brushed her earlobe. "Just keep it soft."

"I can’t... it’s too much, it feels—haah!"

I increased the pace of my hand, sliding two fingers deep inside her while my thumb rubbed precise circles over her peak. Carmen arched her back off the bed, her chest rising sharply as a long, desperate moan spilled from her throat. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to suppress the volume, but the low, needy sounds kept slipping through her teeth.

Her internal muscles began to pulse rhythmically around my fingers, clamping down tight as her body hovered right on the edge.

"Ryan... wait, I’m... I’m going to—"

"Go ahead," I urged softly, pressing deeper, finding that sweet spot inside her and rubbing against it with firm, steady pressure. "Do it, Carmen."

"Ah... aah!... Haaannn!"

She couldn’t hold it back. Her body stiffened, her toes curling as a intense wave of pleasure crashed over her. Carmen cried out softly, a shaky, vocal shudder echoing in the small room as her body trembled under mine. She buried her face into the side of my neck, her hot breath washing over my skin while her inner walls clenched tightly around my fingers over and over, releasing a fresh wave of warmth that coated my hand.

I kept up a slow, soothing motion until the harsh spasms gradually tapered off into soft, rhythmic twitches.

Carmen lay there panting heavily, her skin glistening under the dim light of the flashlight, completely spent and thoroughly undone.

I slowly slipped my fingers out of her, earning one last, lingering sigh from her lips, before sliding up her body to rest my weight on my forearms above her.

She opened her eyes, heavy-lidded and hazy with lingering arousal, looking up at me with a soft, helpless expression.

"You... you really don’t make this easy for me," she whispered, her voice raspy and breathless.

"We’re just getting started," I said, shifting my weight and sliding my hands beneath her thighs.

I lifted her legs carefully, folding them toward her chest. Carmen’s breath hitched, but she didn’t resist, her knees parted obediently, hips rising just enough to help as I hooked my fingers into the damp waistband of her panties.

Her cheeks burned a deep, embarrassed red. She stared hard at the ceiling, refusing to look down at what I was doing.

"It feels so wrong..." She whispered, voice thin and shaky.

I drew the fabric slowly down the length of her thighs, over her knees, then carefully off each foot, one after the other. The wet patch in the center of the panties was dark and obvious in the low light. Carmen’s eyes stayed locked on the ceiling, her mind clearly drifting upstairs to the quiet bedroom where her daughter slept.

"There’s nothing wrong with wanting to feel good, Carmen," I told her. "Nothing at all."

I tossed the discarded panties aside. They landed somewhere out of sight with a soft, final sound.

She was completely bare beneath me now, flushed, open, and trembling.