Part 25 (1/2)
”Yes?” She threw back the covers and sat up. ”Is everything all right?”
”That's sort of what I wanted to ask you.”
”Wha-?”
”Things seem kind of, I don't know . . . different.”
Things were different, but not the way Judith probably thought. And not in a way that Carmen was ready to talk about.
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”There isn't anything wrong at all. I'm very glad you're here.”
Judith came in and sat at the end of the bed. ”Can we talk a little while? I'm not really sleepy.”
”Sure.” Nothing like having the object of your l.u.s.t sitting at the end of your bed. ”You want to go back in the living room, or is this okay?”
”This is fine with me. You have a nice room.”
”Let me turn the fire back on.” She got up and flipped the wall switch, bringing the flames to life. Judith was wearing long flannel pants and a tank top. ”I can't believe you're not zonked out. It's after one in New York.”
”I know, but I drank a triple latte at the airport. I may be awake all weekend.”
That's why she thought something was wrong, Carmen realized, because she had hurried her off to bed before she was ready.
Judith thought she was being pushed away, when all Carmen was doing was making sure she didn't start something she couldn't finish. They'd had enough false starts between them.
”Cathy doesn't let me drink caffeine. She's afraid I'd never sleep.” She caught herself staring at Judith's nipples, taut against the fabric of her top. She had touched one of those. ”Are you warm enough? You want to get under the covers?”
To both her horror and delight, Judith came around the bed and got in on the other side. Caffeine or not, her blood pressure was headed to the red zone.
”Prissy came in and checked out my purse. I took your advice and put it up on the dresser.”
”Good thinking.” She fluffed her pillows and leaned against the headboard, holding out an arm in invitation. The feel of Judith's body as she nestled against her ignited a flame of arousal, and she struggled to still her hands from their desire to wander.
”I've been so excited about this weekend.” Beneath the blanket, Judith rested her hand on Carmen's thigh. Only thin paja-mas separated them. ”What kind of big plans do you have for 174 me?”
Carmen had been holding her breath so long she feared her voice would squeak when she answered. ”The first order of business is a walk through Lincoln Park with someone's spoiled rotten sausage dog.” She nudged Prissy with her foot, but the dog merely sighed. ”Then I thought we'd take a boat tour of downtown and have lunch at a jazz cafe on Rush Street.”
”Sounds like a nice day.”
”I want you to have a good time so you'll come back. Prissy and I already talked about it. She's actually thinking about behaving herself.”
Judith turned toward her and smiled. Apparently, the invitation to come back was just the ticket to quell her worries that something was amiss between them. ”And you? Are you thinking about behaving yourself?”
Carmen swallowed hard. Her resolve was slipping fast, but at this point, she couldn't have cared less. ”I was thinking about it earlier, but it's losing its appeal.”
”Why were you thinking about it earlier?” Judith's hand was creeping across her stomach.
”I forget . . . but I'm sure it wasn't a very good reason.”
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Chapter 14.
Judith fell back on the bed under the onslaught of Carmen's demanding lips. This was how they were supposed to kiss, with tongues and hands that couldn't be still. She squirmed to turn, positioning herself beneath Carmen's body. Already, their hips were writhing in a quest for contact.
One hand swarmed her body, from the back of her thigh over the curve of her hip. Subtly, Carmen teased the elastic of her pants to slip inside and caress her a.s.s. The fingers crept lower before they suddenly darted away, only to slide underneath her s.h.i.+rt.
Judith thrust her chest forward, all but begging Carmen to touch her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Too many clothes . . . too hot. With a heave, she kicked the covers to the foot of the bed, sending Prissy scur-rying to the floor.
”Mark my word, we'll pay for that,” Carmen murmured, 176 finally brus.h.i.+ng her fingertips across a nipple. ”I haven't forgotten about this pointy nipple . . . how it rolled in my fingers . . .
how the more I flicked it, the harder it got.”
Judith couldn't think of anything but that nipple either. She wanted to rip off her s.h.i.+rt, but Carmen had her pinned to the bed. So she slid her hands under Carmen's top to stroke the smooth planes of her back. ”I haven't forgotten it either.”
Carmen abandoned one nipple for the other, teasing both into rock-hard peaks. Then she sat up to straddle Judith's hips, ma.s.saging both b.r.e.a.s.t.s at the same time. ”I bet these are gorgeous. Are you warm enough to start giving up some of these clothes?”
If Judith got much warmer, she would spontaneously com-bust. That nearly happened anyway when Carmen suddenly lifted her own top above her head and tossed it to the floor. She was thinner than she appeared in her clothes, and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were high and round, with dark brown nipples as hard as her own.
Judith raised her arms above her head as Carmen helped her out of her tank top. Then she held her breath for several seconds under a firelight appraisal.
”Stunning,” was the verdict. Slowly, Carmen lowered her hips between Judith's legs, bringing their nipples together as they kissed again. Her hands then snaked underneath to clutch Judith's back and she began a slow grind.
Judith's body was pounding with need as Carmen pressed rhythmically against her c.l.i.t, which felt as big as a grape. Judith spread her legs wider and wrapped them around Carmen's thighs. Then she gripped Carmen's b.u.t.t and pulled her closer.
”G.o.d, you feel good.”
Carmen nipped her earlobe before whispering, ”I've been having fantasies about you.” Then she scooted lower and took a nipple in her teeth.
Judith hissed, suspended in ecstasy on the precipice of injury.
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Carmen immediately released her bite and licked the nipple gently.
”Sorry. I can already tell I'm going to have trouble control-ling myself.”
Judith took her head with both hands and drove it back down.
”Don't even try.” Carmen sucked and nibbled her nipples until she thought she might scream. Her breath hitched as Carmen's lips left her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and traveled slowly down her abdomen.
When Carmen tugged on the elastic of her pants, she raised her hips to allow them to be removed.
”I believe there's excitement in the air.”