“Ohoh god, I can’t believe I didn’t think of it”

“ShhhhI know, Carmen, I know.”

Carmen sighed gratefully. This beautiful, skillful way Shane had been making love to her, this way of making love that she had never experienced before Shane, was never even sure was possible before Shane, was Shane’s primary means of expression. Sure, maybe it wasn’t the primary ***** act for all lesbians. But it was Shane at her most natural, primal, uninhibited state. And she had known it, felt it, but was unable to define it until now.

Shane pressed her forehead down against Carmen’s.

“You need me to show you, don’t you baby?” She teased.

“Oh godyes, Shane, yesplease, please show me.” She moaned with relief when She felt Shane lower herself into contact with Carmen, their mounds pressed up against each other, the pressure going straight to her engorged *****, where she needed it most.

Shane pressed her own hard ***** down deliberately to rub Carmen’s labia and the edges of her opening, before fitting herself truly against Carmen and thrusting down hard, grinding herself against her lover, riding her with force and care at the same time.

When Shane sank her head down into Carmen’s shoulders and started to moan, humping with abandon, Carmen wound her arms tightly around Shane’s back. They moved as one and she stroked Shane’s hair, encouraging the sounds out of her. She herself was close to the edge, toes curling, legs lifting higher around Shane’s back, granting more access. She let out a series of cries in Spanish, undulating and clenching. She loved coming first so that she could be at least partly conscious and aware by the time Shane reached her climax. The waves ripped through her body with force, and she shook in Shane’s arms when she reached her peak.

She regained her senses just in time to grip Shane’s body tightly with her legs when Shane made a subtle move to withdraw her weight.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded quietly. Shane nodded and complied eagerly.

They kissed deeply as the hairdresser began to thrust again, earnestly seeking release. Carmen held Shane’s face to hers as she felt the girl whimper and groan out the pleasure she found in Carmen’s body. She then let Shane bury her face one more in her neck, allowing her the quasi-privacy she sometimes needed to let her walls down. Her hands, however, had a will of their own. One glided up and down Shane’s back, rubbing soothingly, as the other reached lower, cupping one trembling cheek of her *****, encouraging Shane’s movement against her.

She brought her lips to Shane’s earlobe, tonguing it before whispering, “I love youI love you like this.”

Shane’s thrusts doubled and her whimpers became broken in their tone. Carmen felt Shane moan blissfully and ejaculate, the warm liquid coating her ***** and thighs. After a quick refractory period, she once again moved to lift herself from Carmen.

Once again, Carmen tightened her legs, lifting Shane’s head from her neck to look into Shane’s eyes.

Shane blushed, as she often did when she had such an enthusiastic reaction.

“Stay”

Without another word, she collapsed into Carmen’s embrace, resting quietly. Eventually, when she did rise, she simply cleaned them both off, rolled so that she was spooning Carmen, and pulled the sheets over them before drifting off to sleep.