Chapter 467: Stabilizing Carmen [2] [R-18 Contents!]

I spread her legs wider with both hands, palms sliding firm along the soft insides of her thighs until her knees were pressed open against the mattress. Carmen’s breath stuttered the moment the cooler air touched her. She was already glistening, the soft folds swollen and flushed a deeper pink than before, a thin trail of wetness still clinging to the crease of her thigh from how hard she had come on my fingers.

I lowered my head without warning.

The first long, flat stroke of my tongue dragged from the bottom of her entrance all the way up through her slit and over the swollen pearl of her clit. Carmen’s entire body jerked.

"Hannnn—!"

The sound was sharp and high, cut off almost at once as she slammed a hand over her mouth. I didn’t stop. I licked again, slower this time, pressing harder, spreading her open with my thumbs so I could taste every slick inch of her. She was warm and sweet and faintly salty, the scent of her arousal thick enough that I could smell it with every breath. My tongue circled her entrance once, twice, then pushed inside just enough to feel her walls flutter around the tip.

Carmen’s hips twitched upward. Her free hand flew to my hair and gripped tight.

I sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked.

Her thighs trembled hard against my shoulders, a full-body shiver rolling through her. A long, muffled moan vibrated against her palm—"Mmmmphhh... Ryan..."—and her heels dug into the sheets. I kept the suction steady and soft, flicking the tip of my tongue across the sensitive bud in short, rapid strokes while I worked two fingers back inside her. She was still so tight from her first orgasm that the wet schlick of my knuckles disappearing into her sounded filthy in the quiet room.

"Haaah... nngh... don’t—ah—"

I hummed against her, letting the vibration travel straight into her clit. Carmen’s back arched. The hand in my hair tightened until it almost hurt, pulling me closer instead of pushing me away. Every time I dragged my tongue in a firm circle around the swollen peak she made another broken sound, half-swallowed, half-escaped. Her legs kept trying to close around my head and then falling open again whenever the pleasure spiked too high.

I licked her like I had all night.

Long, slow strokes that gathered her wetness and spread it higher. Short, focused flicks right against the underside of her clit that made her thighs jump. Deep presses of my tongue inside her that earned soft, wet sounds and even softer, desperate whimpers. Carmen’s breathing turned ragged. She was shaking now, constant, fine tremors running up and down her legs, through her stomach, into the hand still clamped over her mouth.

"Ryan... Ryan, it’s—hnnngh—too much—"

I didn’t ease up. I sucked her clit between my lips again and rubbed the flat of my tongue against it in a steady rhythm while my fingers curled upward, searching for the same spot that had made her fall apart earlier. The moment I found it her whole body stiffened.

"Ah—! Ah—wait—"

A fresh rush of wetness coated my chin. Carmen’s free hand flew from my hair to the pillow beside her head and fisted the fabric hard enough that her knuckles went white. She was trying so hard to stay quiet. Every moan came out choked and high, forced through gritted teeth or bitten lips, but they kept spilling anyway, soft, needy, almost continuous now.

I could feel her getting close again already. The way her walls fluttered and clenched around my fingers. The way her clit pulsed under my tongue. The way her hips started rocking in tiny, helpless circles, chasing the pressure even while she tried to hold still.

I pushed a third finger inside her.

Carmen’s cry was louder this time, before she managed to smother it against her palm. Her eyes squeezed shut. Tears of pure overstimulation gathered at the corners. I fucked her continuously with my hand while I kept my mouth sealed over her clit, sucking and licking without mercy. The wet sounds filled the small room: the soft schlick-schlick of my fingers, the quiet smack of my lips, the desperate little whimpers she couldn’t quite kill.

"Hnnn... hah... Ryan, I’m—I’m going to—"

I didn’t answer with words. I only pressed harder with my tongue and curled my fingers in that same relentless rhythm. Carmen’s legs started shaking harder. Her free hand left the pillow and covered the one already over her mouth, pressing down as if she could physically trap the sounds inside her body. It didn’t work. A long, broken moan still slipped free, followed by another, and another, each one higher and more desperate than the last.

"Mmmph—! Nngh—ah—ah—Ryan—!"

Her orgasm hit her like a wave she couldn’t stop.

Carmen’s back bowed clean off the bed. Her inner walls clamped down hard around my fingers in rapid, rhythmic pulses, and a fresh rush of wetness spilled over my hand and chin. She cried out into her palms, a long, muffled, shaking sound that went on and on while her whole body trembled violently. I kept licking her through it, slower now but still firm, drawing every last aftershock out of her until her legs finally went limp and the fierce clenching around my fingers softened into weak, fluttering twitches.

She collapsed back onto the mattress, chest heaving, skin shining with sweat under the dim flashlight glow. Her hands slipped away from her mouth. Her lips were swollen from how hard she had bitten them. A thin line of saliva connected the corner of her mouth to her wrist.

I gave her one last slow lick from entrance to clit just to watch her shiver, then pushed myself up onto my knees between her spread thighs.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

My hands went to my belt. The metal buckle clinked softly in the quiet. Carmen’s eyes, still hazy and heavy-lidded, tracked the movement. When I shoved my jeans and underwear down together, my cock sprang free, thick, flushed dark, the head already glistening. It was heavier than it looked, the veins standing out along the shaft, the size of it impossible to ignore even in the low light.

Carmen’s breath caught hard.

"Oh—"

Her eyes went wide. A deep, embarrassed flush flooded her face all over again as she stared. She bit down on her bottom lip, hard, but she didn’t look away.

I wrapped one hand around the base and stroked once, slow, letting her see every inch. Then I leaned over her, bracing my free hand beside her head, and lined myself up. The blunt head pressed against her entrance, slick and hot.

"I’m putting it in," I told her.

Carmen’s cheeks burned. She kept her eyes locked on mine for a second longer, then gave the smallest, most reluctant nod, still biting that lip.

I pushed forward.

The head stretched her open with a thick, wet resistance. Carmen’s mouth fell open on a sharp, high moan she couldn’t muffle in time—"Ahhh—!"—and her hands flew up to grab my shoulders. I kept going, slow but steady, sinking deeper inch by inch while her walls fluttered and clenched around the intrusion. She was still so tight from coming twice that the pressure was almost overwhelming. When I finally bottomed out, my hips flush against hers, she made a broken little sound and turned her face into the pillow.

I stayed still for a few heartbeats, letting her adjust, feeling every pulse of her around me. Then I drew back halfway and thrust in again—deeper this time, a little harder.

"Haahnng—Ryan—!"

The bed creaked softly under the movement. Carmen’s eyes flew open in panic and darted toward the ceiling, toward the upstairs floorboards where her daughter slept. I covered her mouth with one hand before the next moan could escape and started moving in earnest.

As much as I appreciated the sounds, I didn’t wait either Shannon to learn this.

I fucked Carmen in long strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt. Every thrust dragged a wet, obscene sound from between us—schlick... glk... schlick—and every time I bottomed out Carmen’s body jerked. She was trying so hard to stay quiet. Her hands clutched at my back, nails digging in, while she bit down on the side of my palm and whimpered against it. The muffled noises kept slipping free anyway: high, desperate, continuous.

"Hnnn—mmph—ah—"

I shifted the angle, driving deeper, and her eyes rolled. Her legs wrapped around my waist without conscious thought, heels pressing into the backs of my thighs as if she could pull me even closer. The mattress dipped and rose with each thrust. I kept my hand over her mouth and fucked her harder, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder in the small room. Carmen’s moans turned into soft, rhythmic cries against my palm, her whole body rocking under mine.

I could feel how close she was getting again already—the way her walls started fluttering and clamping down with every stroke. I dropped my forehead to hers and kept the pace relentless, grinding deep on every inward thrust so the base of my cock rubbed against her swollen clit.

Carmen’s muffled cries climbed higher. Her nails scraped down my back. She shook her head once, as if trying to deny how good it felt, but her hips were lifting to meet every thrust, greedy and helpless.

I didn’t slow down.

I fucked her through the rising tension until her body finally seized up beneath me again, thighs locking around my waist, inner walls spasming hard around my cock, a long, broken moan tearing out of her even with my hand clamped over her mouth. I kept moving through it, riding out every pulse, until her legs finally went slack and she collapsed back into the sheets, trembling and gasping.

I still hadn’t come.

I pulled my hand away from her mouth just long enough to brace myself better, then started thrusting again, deeper, slower this time, but just as thorough. Carmen’s eyes fluttered open. She looked wrecked, lips swollen, cheeks wet, completely undone. When I drove in hard she still tried to stifle the moan, turning her face into the pillow and biting the fabric, but the soft, needy sounds kept spilling out around the edges.

I kept that slower rhythm, grinding deep on every inward stroke so she could feel every inch. The wet sound of our bodies meeting was thick and continuous in the quiet room—schlick... schlick... schlick—and each time I bottomed out Carmen’s breath hitched against the pillow. Her hands found my back again, nails digging in as if she needed something solid to hold onto while I filled her over and over.

The slower pace only made it worse for her. Without the frantic distraction of hard, fast thrusts she could feel everything more clearly, the stretch, the drag, the way the head of my cock rubbed that sensitive place inside her on every stroke. Her muffled whimpers turned into longer, shakier moans that she kept trying to bury in the pillow. I could feel her starting to tighten around me again already, her walls fluttering and clenching in little helpless pulses.

"Carmen..." I groaned against her temple. "I’m close."

"Haaaahnn~" She made a soft, broken sound in answer, hips lifting to meet the next thrust even as she kept her face turned away. The heat of her, the way she gripped me so tightly, the quiet desperation in every sound she tried to swallow, it all pushed me right to the edge.

I sped up just enough, driving deeper, harder, the wet slap of skin growing louder. Carmen’s body tensed under mine. Her free hand flew up to cover her own mouth again, pressing hard, but a long, high moan still slipped past her fingers as another orgasm rolled through her. The rhythmic clamping of her walls around my cock was too much.

I buried myself to the hilt and came hard inside her.

Thick, hot pulses spilled deep, over and over, while I held her hips tight against mine. Carmen’s eyes flew open at the sudden heat flooding her; a soft, startled gasp escaped around her hand. I kept grinding through every spurt, emptying myself completely, feeling her flutter and clench around me as if her body was trying to take every drop.

When the last pulse finally faded I stayed buried inside her, breathing hard, forehead pressed to hers. Carmen’s legs were still loosely wrapped around my waist. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. A thin sheen of sweat made her skin shine under the dim light.

Slowly I eased back just enough to look at her. She was flushed, lips parted, eyes heavy and dazed. A little of what I had left inside her was already beginning to leak out around the base of my cock where we were still joined.

I brushed a damp strand of hair from her cheek with the back of my fingers.

Neither of us spoke for a long moment. The house remained quiet above us. Carmen’s hand stayed loosely over her mouth, as if she still didn’t quite trust herself not to make another sound.