“It’s cool Carmen. I won’t tell you not to be mad.”

 It suddenly hits me how turned on by her I was right now. Everything seemed to slow down…….Her breathing is heavy from her work out. She is covered in sweat, hair clinging to her…she is so very fuckable right now. There it is again that predatory look. Jimmie words….remember Jimmie’s words. Not in public places…

She doesn’t say anything just signals her handler who comes out of nowhere. And he walks in front of her. she tells him to take us back to her room. As we walk out I tell Jeff that we are going to Carmen’s room. And I feel like I should send a self addresses stamped fucking envelop letting everyone know Carmen and I were about to get it on. Jeff and the other guy chat about some new Sig Sauer’s they just got in as we make our way to complex B. I was all the way in complex C.

Carmen slides her key card in. says goodnight to the handlers and tells them not to stay up. she closes the door and is on me before I can say a word. Her hands all over me. Her sweat, her mouth. We kiss sloppy, she bites my chin, her teeth nibbling on my neck. "I need a shower." She says low…heavy in my ear. she pulls me by the waistband of my jeans to her bathroom. I was swimming in her. drowning in her every movement. That liquid fire….pulling me….dragging me. She hits the water for the shower. Strips off her workout clothes…I hurry to get my clothes off. Get in with her, the water hot, a little too hot stinging my skin…needles feels like needles.

She pushes me hard against the tiles. And I feel her hands roaming…and I want t kiss her but she pushes me away. She rests her arm…like a cop would across my chest…then I feel it the rough….the not smooth…it hurts…a little but not enough…to not feel good…and she is still angry and she is fucks me hard mean…no love…it’s ruff…a new dimension and I am moaning cause I can’t help it…and I don’t want her to win…to think that is the way to go about channeling her anger…but I come and it’s blinding and I scream out…she is giving me this look like she is sorry. And I know she is. So I kiss her, soft, her fingers still inside me. I kiss her eye lids…her nose…I lick her soft lips…her chin, under her chin, her neck….she cries on my shoulder. The water running on us.

“I know baby…I know…you’re lost in rage no one can explain….”

“Shane…..I am sorry…”

“I know baby…I know…”

“I don’t deserve you….”

“Yes you do….we deserve each other….”

She kisses me full sweet complete….I love her…even though I am not sure who is.

TBC