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Fighting with Tanner meant they were excellent in bed or slept apart. Carmen estimated that at least a month had passed since they last fucked. Out of loyalty to him and embarrassment, she had thrown out her favorite battery-operated devices. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the bubbling water around her, the pressure of the jets underneath tempting like a caress. Self-consciously, she glanced around.
She spread her legs and grunted as the water hit her rightthere.
"God."
Spreadingher arms on the tub's edge, she submitted to the force of the water. Her long legs floated up as what felt like a thousand heavy tongues teased her inner thighs and aching center. The sensation seemed to rise and wrap around her waist, making her giggle as it tickled her. The sound of her joy suddenly stopped when she felt a hard jet of water brush against her tits. It didn't take long for her nipples to tighten painfully. Eyes screwed shut, she attacked the ties of her top and then threw it away unseen. Her spine arched at the delicious sensations overwhelming every inch of her body,allthe orifices. Wow, that feltinsanelygood back there.
"Oh, god."
Hissing, she reached under the water and yanked at her bottoms. As the licking sensation continued, her finger joined in the effort. A rough mewl was torn from her lips when she felt how hard and fat her clitoris was. God, how was that even possible? She couldn't remember her clit being this brutal, her cunt aching and swelling so much, and Tanner was a fantastic lover. She pressed her finger on her clit, and rotated it. Her eyes flew open as she cried out, shakes seizing her body.
She collapsed against the edge of the tub, fucking herself furiously. Her other hand cupped her tit and began to squeeze and pinch a tight nipple. As she groaned and hissed, the iPod shuffled to Seismic's most famous song, The Lady Is A Minx. It was a fast, drum-heavy song with insane guitar riffs. Ramiro's voice was a sexy growl as he sang about stiff-collared librarians that were hot as sin underneath. Through the haze of her lust, she heard him singing about blond minxes with angel eyes. Her mind latched to those words,"Blond minxes, angel eyes, blond minxes, angel eyes . . . "
Her breathing sped up as if she were running. She was flushed and pink as she chased the orgasm the water jets cruelly dangled before like an elusive treat. Her fingers' sensual rubbing and pinching harshened, and she shrieked, feeling suddenly flung and flying. On and on, she continued touching herself, hips moving against the insane water jets. At the very peak of her release, her eyes flew open, and she saw orbs of gold and green. Blondes and angel eyes.
"Angel eyes," she whispered before slumping back in the tub, her eyes closing again. Her arms and legs fell limp on their sides, and she would have gone under if she didn't reach for the edge of the tub. Sighing and humming, her body felt soft and buoyant after her orgasm. A sleepy, satisfied smile spread across her lips, and she looked up at the night sky. Black and splashed with stars. What a perfect end to a perfect bath.
Her eyes started to drift close again when the unmistakable, rough sound of ahumanclearing his throat hit her. Horrified that someone had seen, she opened her eyes and shot to her feet, ready to attack the intruder. Gold and green spots continued to dance before her, and she had to shake her head to clear her vision and see -
"What the hell are you doing in my yard, Ramiro Brandt?"
Eyes the color of fire made a slow caress from the top of her pink forehead to the wet, dripping dark blond muff between her thighs. The dimples surrounding the most arrogant smirk on the planet deepened.
"Fuck, Carmen, but that body is a sight for sore eyes."
Realizing she was fucking butt-naked, Carmen fell back on the tub and hit her head.
For once, the fates were kind enough to knock her out.
CHAPTER6
Ramiro only had a moment to grimace at Carmen's head banging on the concrete tub before he sprang into action. Shoes, pants, and all, he leaped into the water and caught her just as she went under. The warm caress of the water and the slick skin of the beautiful woman in his arms only contributed to his pants' twitching problem. Difficult to ignore because of the pain, but it couldn't overwhelm his worry at Carmen limp and unconscious. She was stern and surprisingly very heavy since she looked lean, bordering on skinny. His legs suddenly gave way, and with a startled shout, they both fell into the water. One of his arms flung to the side, palm slapping hard on the tub's frame while he kept the other around her waist. She started to slip into his arms, and he grabbed hold of her again, realizing immediately that he was cupping her left tit. Carmen moaned and began to stir.
"Shit," he muttered, dumbly staring at his hand still on her tit, feeling the soft skin and something cool and unyielding around her nipples. Annoyed with himself, he lowered his hand to her waist, tightened it, and drew them to the edge of the tub where he could lean and keep them afloat.
"Carmen?" His other hand gently slapped her pink cheek. "Sweetheart?"
Her eyes remained closed. He noticed that her eyelashes were blond and thin but curled almost delicately. Her lips moved, so he put his ear close to them. As he did, something glinted below her neck. "What - What?" He pressed her, eyes riveted at the gleaming silver studs framing her pink nipple and the delicate filigreed design of what appeared to be the shape of stars around her big aureoles. He had to swallow a tortured-sounding grunt as the pressure between his thighs increased.
"Whatcha doin' here," she slurred. Worried even more, he tore his eyes away from the exciting and surprising jewelry set she was wearing and turned to look at her. Her eyes were the color of midnight blue under the overhead lights as they stared at him.
"Hey," he greeted her, pushing a wet tendril of her hair from her forehead.
She sighed then her eyes fell closed. Panicking, he shook her awake. "No, no, no. Carmen, you can't sleep, alright? I'm taking you to the hospital to get your head checked." As her eyes blinked open, her forehead scrunched as if in deep thought.
"I'm okay," she muttered, but her stare was a little unfocused.
"Let's see what the doctor has to say about that," Ramiro growled as he planted his feet firmly on the slippery floor of the tub and rose, carrying her now. She was squirming and murmuring nonsense about being heavy and delicate, so he told her to shut it. He thought it was stupid of her to cover her tits and told her so. She grunted something about castrating him as soon as she had the chance.
Puddles of watermarked their route, Ramiro deducing the open door near the tub must mean it was either the bathroom or something with clothes. A bedroom, it turned out. His wet pants flapped, and his shoes squished at every step until he sat her in bed. Carmen was still staring dully at him, and he gently felt her head for a bump. When he found the rise along her skull, she gasped, "Ow! What the fuck, Ramiro!" She exclaimed, her voice clear and outraged.
"There's the Carmen I know and love," he shot back, retracting his fingers. As she grunted that she needed clothes, he found a soft gray throw left on a chair and draped it on her shoulders. It covered her just about, from the neck down to her hips, and she had to keep her legs together, but Ramiro had already seen the cunt she was guarding. No way was he forgetting that.
"Where are your clothes?" He demanded, looking around the room.
"I can get dressed myself," Carmen insisted stubbornly, her hand tenderly touching the spot on her head that throbbed.
"Sure, if you want to give me another show," he told her, crossing his arms and staring down at her. She turned red and huddled under the little throw.
