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Leading Lola into the bright entryway that made her fall in love with the house, sunlight spilled across the terracotta tile floors. Through one of three arched doorways, they passed to the cozy living room and the fireplace she’d filled with white pillar candles of all shapes and sizes.
“My mother says I paid too much money to make the place look old,” Carmen explained with a smile, pointing to the Mid-Century Modern furniture.
Lola shrugged as if to say it didn’t look old to her, and continued to the French doors that opened to the backyard and offered a glimpse of the narrow, saltwater pool and tropical landscaping beyond.
“In the mood for a swim?” Carmen asked after realizing she’d lost Lola to one of the best parts of the house.
“I never learned how,” Lola muttered so quietly Carmen wasn’t sure she’d meant to say it out loud.
The whispered confession rumbled like an earthquake through Carmen’s chest. The two halves of her heart like tectonic plates pulling apart.
Slipping into the space behind her, Carmen risked the display being too tender and hooked her arm around her waist. She breathed her in, her scent an intoxicating combination of masculine and feminine. She inhaled her like a drug. Like she could pull the lingering tendrils of the bed they shared in California and bottle it.
Instead of pulling away, Lola turned in her arms. Eyes so brown they looked like endless night when she was lit by the sun from behind. Carmen strained as if she might hear the thoughts she was sure were swarming Lola’s mind.
“Or you could show me your room,” Lola whispered, tipping her chin down and inching her lips closer to Carmen’s waiting mouth.
Carmen slid her hands over Lola’s shoulders, lacing her fingers together behind Lola’s neck. She moistened her lips, dropping her attention to Lola’s mouth before she dragged it back to her eyes. “What room?” she tipped her head to the side, playing ignorant. “I live here by myself. Every room is my room.”
Lola’s lips twitched into a momentary smirk. “I don’t know if you’re bragging,” she whispered, soft lips brushing against Carmen’s as she spoke, “or if you’re inviting me to fuck you in every single room in your house.”
Resisting the urge to snatch the kiss Lola was dangling in front of her like bait, Carmen made a fist in her hair instead. “You haven’t eaten anything since we got on the plane. Do you want me to make you a—”
Cutting her off with a kiss- Lola’s new favorite hobby- Lola growled, “Take me to your room,” before kissing her again.
Walking backward, knocking into a table lamp and hitting the kitchen island while she mauled Lola, Carmen cut through the kitchen to get to her master bedroom on the far side of the small house. She’d intended to throw Lola on the messy bed where she’d tried and failed to nap.
But Lola had other plans. Instead, she pushed Carmen against the French door in her bedroom. The one leading out to the pool.
Tugging at Carmen’s clothes, Lola kissed her like she’d been starving for her since they’d left the hotel. Like they’d been forced apart by oceans and Lola had no idea whether she’d ever see her again.
Lola had barely finished yanking Carmen’s t-shirt over her head before she was clawing at her bra, tearing at the clasp. No one had ever touched Carmen like they’d die if they didn’t have every inch of her. It made Carmen feel alive. Feel like her body had been created as a gift for Lola. An offering to the reincarnated sex goddess she was.
Pushing Lola away in the same rough way Lola was kissing her, Carmen turned, giving Lola her back. Lola’s mouth on the back of her neck was accompanied by her fingers unfastening her bra.
When Lola sunk her teeth into Carmen’s tender skin, she curled forward, elbows landing on her dresser when she bent over. “Fuck,” she groaned.
Lola was only picking up steam. Hands all over Carmen’s body. Touching her everywhere, kissing her everywhere, fingers plunging inside of her before Carmen even registered that her shorts were gone.
“God, Lola,” Carmen moaned, rocking back into her, giving Lola what she wanted while taking what she needed. “Don’t stop,” she cried.
In response, Lola made a fist in Carmen’s hair, gathering it tight before pulling it hard. Tossing her head back, Carmen cursed. Wanting more of the addictive pain throbbing in her scalp, she countered the tug, pulling against it.
“Harder,” Carmen demanded before snaking her own hand between her thighs and finding her hard clit between her fingers. At the combination of her own touch and Lola’s fingers hitting the perfect spot inside of her, Carmen’s arousal spiraled.
“Don’t stop,” she cried again, gripping the edge of the dresser with her free hand, wishing she could feel Lola more deeply. “I’m close.”
Letting go of her hair, Lola wrapped her arm around Carmen’s waist, holding her still before angling her fingers and hitting something new that made Carmen believe there were new colors yet to be discovered. New art and music and forms of life.
“I’m going to...” Carmen didn’t know how to explain what she was on the verge of — whatever was building was like no orgasm she’d ever felt before. It was a tense coiling in every muscle. A gathering of too much energy. She was terrified of what might happen when it snapped.
“Let go,” Lola said with so much authority that Carmen’s knees would have buckled if she wasn’t already bent over the dresser. “I’ve got you,” she added, giving Carmen the kind of permission she didn’t know she needed.
Anchored to the terrestrial plane by Lola’s sure grip, she let go. Trusting Lola, she let the pressure uncoil. When a rush of arousal spiked through her body, Carmen lost the ability to hold herself up. But Lola’s grasp was so strong that she didn’t let her collapse. She held her there while an orgasm too intense for human language to describe rocked her to the core.
Carmen gulped for air, her body trembling too hard for her to control. Lola slipped out of her slowly, moving a millimeter at a time while Carmen twitched and spasmed around her.
Instead of pulling away, Lola kept her arm around Carmen. Her other hand, she ran up her bare back, skin almost too sensitive to touch. Lola’s lips followed her fingertips. Her kisses were so soft, barely grazing Carmen’s spine as Lola moved up her body. She held her close, curled around her like Carmen was vulnerable and Lola had to use her body to shield her from attack.
