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“Yes,” Molly pleaded. Carmen’s hand continued up to Molly’s hair. With a gentle tug, Molly felt her head pulled back as Carmen’s other hand parted her dripping folds.

“You are soaked,” Carmen commented in wonder. Molly wanted to say something, anything, but Carmen rubbed her entire palm through Molly’s sex. “I want you all over my hand,” Carmen muttered.

“Oh my God,” Molly whined, the pleasure of just one long stroke almost tipped her over.

“Tell me what you want, Molly.”

“Inside me, please Carmen, inside.”

“Hard?”

“Yes!”

Carmen entered her hard with two fingers. Molly backed herself into the motion of Carmen fucking her hard and slow. As if reading her mind, Carmen pulled gently on Molly’s hair again just as she thrust forward.

“Oh fuck,” Molly moaned. The slow pace was preventing her orgasm from building to a release, instead it was stirring gently, sending raw pleasure to every corner of her body. Molly needed more. “Faster,” Molly panted.

“I’m not ready for you to come yet,” Carmen stated simply, pulling out of Molly entirely.

“Carmen,” Molly cried. A beat passed and then it happened. “Oh, yes!” Molly screamed when Carmen thrust with three fingers, fast and hard. It was a tsunami, a tidal wave, a hurricane of unbridled pleasure that ripped through Molly, leaving her a quivering screaming mess only able to stay in place because Carmen released her hair, wrapping her arm around Molly’s waist as she climaxed.

Molly couldn’t distinguish between the stars splayed across the sky and the ones dancing in her eyes. There was no question. She’d never experienced an orgasm as powerful as that. Molly’s entire body was sated. When Carmen withdrew her hand, Molly wanted to protest, take her hand and reinsert those wonderful fingers inside her until she writhed again.

“Are you okay?” Carmen asked gently, close to Molly’s ear. Molly nodded, her voice escaping her. If she couldn’t have Carmen’s fingers buried inside, then she’d have the next best thing.

Slowly straightening, Molly pulled up her shorts and underwear before turning to face Carmen. “Climb in the back.” Carmen didn’t argue. In fact, she didn’t say a damn word. Molly watched her climb onto the truck’s bed, her body lowering to the mattress. Standing at the foot of the truck, Molly slid her hands slowly up Carmen’s smooth long legs. Flicking the button open, she pulled Carmen’s tight shorts and panties down, tossing them haphazardly behind her.

Wrapping her hands under Carmen’s knees, she pulled until Carmen’s legs hung over the edge. Dropping to her knees, Molly used both palms to open Carmen wide. Fuck the starry sky, the Californian sun, and everything else that was supposed to be beautiful. This right here, Carmen laid bare, her pussy glistening with need. That was the most beautiful thing in the world and Molly was going to claim it.

The first swipe was nectar, pure and simple. Carmen tasted as sweet as when they’d kissed. Molly didn’t want to tease or torture. She wanted to feast and devour. Sucking Carmen’s clit into her mouth, Molly relished the loud moan pulled from Carmen’s throat. “Yes, oh yes,” Carmen cried.

Molly worked quickly, licking, sucking and fucking Carmen with her tongue. Gripping Carmen’s thighs, Molly held tightly as Carmen panted, moaned and then screamed into the night.

If tonight was all they had, then Molly was going to make the most of it. Carmen Ruiz would be hers over and over until sunrise. Molly was going to extract every bit of pleasure from this delectable woman.

Chapter 21

Faith

The past few days had been hard. Leaving Molly behind had almost torn Faith in two. The morning after the party had been full of hugs, kisses and crying. It had also been rife with tension. Something had happened between Carmen and Molly. They could hardly look at each other.

Faith silently blamed herself. Even though Molly said she was okay that Faith returned to Seattle with Carmen, clearly she wasn’t. Faith wondered if Molly and Carmen had fought at the party. They’d disappeared for a while and when they returned, neither could look at the other. Yes, that must be it. Faith’s decision to live with Carmen had caused a rift.

Molly had been all smiles and cheer when they’d said their goodbyes, promising to visit soon. They planned to Skype once a week. Faith watched Molly and Carmen say goodbye, and it was definitely awkward. Maybe she should talk to Carmen?

Faith brought nothing up, not when she saw Carmen’s posture. The woman was rigid the entire drive from California to Seattle. Mateo and Enid were unusually quiet, too. Maybe everyone was just feeling as sad as Faith?

That was an understatement. Two days back in Seattle, Faith was seriously questioning if she was still welcome in the Ruiz household. Carmen had retreated into work. Faith tried to converse, but when she only received bare minimum interaction she decided staying out of the way was a better option. What the hell had happened between Molly and Carmen? Something that meant Carmen was now regretting having her in the house, Faith thought.

Mateo was still his lovely self, so whenever he was around, Faith hung out with him. The problem was, Mateo was rarely around these days. As soon as they’d returned, Mateo sought Daniel and was spending most of his time outside of work with him.

To add to Faith’s anxiety levels, Nat hadn’t been to see her either. Rita had sent her away on a training course which wasn’t due to conclude for another two days.

Huffing out a frustrated breath, Faith headed out of the house. The silence was becoming insufferable. “Enid,” she called, opening her neighbor’s door.

“Hello, love,” Enid called from her kitchen. “Want a cocktail?”

“Sure,” Faith replied, wandering into the living room, throwing herself down on the couch.

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