Carmen took it and let Ash pull her to her feet. The dress needed only to be eased off her shoulder for it to fall to the floor in a gentle swish.
Ash reached behind Carmen and managed to unhook her bra at the first attempt.
Carmen smiled at her. “You’ve done that before.”
Ash waggled her eyebrows. “A few times.”
“Something new I’ll need to learn.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be fine. And trust me, you’ll get your first practice very soon.”
As the bra fell away, Ash switched her gaze to Carmen’s body and sucked in an audible breath. “God, perfect.” She cupped both breasts.
Carmen arched once more; Ash’s hands were so gentle. Almost too gentle. “Touch me. I won’t break,” Carmen managed to get out. “I want you. Please.”
Ash crushed her mouth to Carmen’s and increased the pressure of her hands on Carmen’s breasts. It was exquisite. She kneaded and caressed, pinching Carmen’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger before pressing her palms into the whole of her breasts.
Carmen clung to Ash, arms around her waist, and frantically pulled the shirt from Ash’s trousers. Then she started to work on the buttons at the front of the shirt.
Ash broke their kiss and her concentration on Carmen’s breasts to give her room to open them all.
Carmen pushed the shirt open and stared. Ash’s breasts were bigger than her own—she’d pretty much figured that out already—and the curves of them, held snug by the white bra, were more enticing than she would have ever imagined. She leaned forward and kissed, softly, at the top of each curve, then licked a line all the way along the top of each bra cup.
Ash swayed and hissed out a breath.
“Okay?” Carmen asked.
“Very. Let me take this off.” Ash pointed at her shirt.
“And these too.” Carmen tugged at the waistband of her trousers.
Ash did as she was told and soon stood before Carmen in her bra and underwear.
“Now I get to try this too.” Hesitantly, Carmen reached behind Ash and prayed she wouldn’t fumble. It couldn’t be that difficult, could it? I mean, I’ve been putting on and taking off my own bra for about thirty years now . She found the clasp with her fingertips, figured out it was three hooks, and voila , unsnapped it at the first attempt.
“Very good,” Ash said.
Carmen grinned. “Piece of cake.”
Then words deserted her as she peeled the bra down Ash’s arms, revealing gorgeously shaped breasts that her hands—and, much to her shock, mouth—ached to touch. She moved back in and rubbed her thumbs carefully over Ash’s nipples.
Once again Ash hissed out a breath, and Carmen, emboldened, this time swiped her tongue over one of the hard buds.
Dear God . She licked again before taking the nipple between her lips and pulling slightly. Jesus, that’s incredible .
Everything south of her belly throbbed and ached with an intensity that was almost painful. She licked and sucked on Ash’s nipples until Ash grabbed at her shoulders and growled, “I need to lie down if you’re going to keep doing that.”
Carmen sighed happily and stepped back. “Then let’s lie down.”
They stripped off their underwear, eased onto the bed together, and lay side by side, close but not quite touching.
“Still okay?” Ash asked.
Carmen shyly looked down Ash’s body, taking in the way her breasts shaped themselves now she was on her side, the flatness of her abdomen, the small patch of curls between her legs. This is her body. The woman I’m falling in love with. And I just want to touch her. Feel her. Love her.
“Oh, yes.” Carmen reached for her.
They took their time, but it wasn’t necessarily gentle. They ebbed and flowed between moments of pure tenderness that made tears prick at Carmen’s eyes and high passion that ripped long moans from her throat.
When Ash pushed her onto her back and covered her with her body, Carmen shuddered with how perfect it felt. Ash spent many minutes worshipping Carmen’s breasts, laving them with her tongue until Carmen thought she might come from that alone.
Ash moved down her body, placing open-mouthed kisses over her ribs.
Everywhere her lips touched sent more fire through Carmen’s veins.
“I’d love to taste you.” Ash gazed up at her, her eyes intense, her breathing heavy. “But it’s okay if that’s not something you’d like.”
The thought of Ash’s mouth on her had Carmen swooning. “Oh God, yes. Please.”
Ash dipped her head and trailed her tongue along Carmen’s belly, then moved down licking and nipping at the inside of Carmen’s thighs.
Carmen thrust herself up towards her, not caring how wanton it might seem, merely desperate for Ash’s mouth to find her, and soon. She was aching with need, desperate to know how it would feel to surrender to Ash this way.
The first touch of Ash’s tongue in her wetness made her gasp. The second made her groan. Then Ash started a rhythm of long, slow strokes that made every nerve in Carmen’s body stand at attention. When, a few moments later, her orgasm swept through her, Carmen clutched at Ash’s arms where they held her hips down and cried out her pleasure.
“Still with me?” Ash traced a lazy pattern with her fingertips across Carmen’s gently rounded belly. God, how she loved this belly, loved every curve of Carmen’s body.
“Mhmm. Sorry, I’ll be with you soon,” Carmen mumbled.
“You take your time.” Ash kissed her on the ribs, just below her heart. “I’m quite happy where I am.”
God, was that an understatement. Making love to Carmen had been every bit as exciting as she’d expected. She’d tortured herself a few times the last couple of weeks with thoughts of how it might be, but it turned out she’d vastly underestimated.
Carmen was so sexy it took Ash’s breath away. And so responsive. The way she moved her body into Ash’s touches, the sounds she made. All of it had sent Ash extremely close to the edge of her own orgasm. She still
