Shane and Carmen: The Novelization Ch. 01

"I've got to--"

"Later," Carmen said, and kissed her again, Carmen's tongue slowly parting Picassa's lips, licking her lips, dueling tongue to tongue, Carmen sucking Picassa's tongue into her own mouth, her breasts against Picassa's, nipple to nipple and stiffening to stiffening, Carmen's tummy against Picassa's, her thighs straddling Picassa as Carmen slowly began to undulate, pussy kissing pussy. Then Carmen moved down, her mouth on Picassa's throat, her collarbones, then nuzzling between Picassa's small breasts, then the breasts themselves being kissed, light fairy kisses, whisper kisses, then flicks of Carmen tongue on the hard bud ends, licks as each nipple was pushed this way, then that, Carmen still holding Picassa's wrists like a prisoner, not letting Picassa move as Carmen loved her breasts with her mouth, licking, sucking, tonguing, gentle bites pulling the nipple out a little, then releasing only to be kissed, Picassa giving in and lying back, letting herself be loved by the small succubus hunched over her, because it was no good telling her no, you really don't have to, baby, because they both knew it was going to happen just as Carmen wanted it to.

Carmen's mouth on her belly, whispering over the surface, tasting the skin, following the swell and the curve down into the navel, tongue probing the navel, fucking it softly, a prelude, a foreshadowing, a hint of wickedness to come when the tongue finds a warmer, wetter, deeper cavern to explore just to the south of here, Carmen starting to croon softly, mmmmmmmmmm mmm mmmm, taking pleasure in the feel of lips to warm pelt, the small forest of soft hair that Carmen buries her nose in, inhaling the perfume recently dabbed there for just this moment, Carmen smiling in appreciation of Picassa's kind thought, just a touch of vanilla to blend with the other scent weeping from Picassa's pus--, no, not her pussy, her twat. Picassa's French-sounding twat, a lovely warm mound, softly furred but friendly, like the fold of warm furred skin around a spaniel's neck, wanting to be stroked and petted, Picassa involuntarily humping her hips up to send the mons forward to greet the mouth just above it, here, kiss this, please, kiss me here, Ixchel, please, oh please make it wet here with your mouth you darling girl, jaguar goddess, you lover of sucking pussy, make my kitten pussy wet, make it purr and growl and twitch, let the worship fluid come to wet your face, my lovely Ixchel, your lips your chin your cheeks wet with my lust, my pussy juice as you suck at my --

And then the realization that the mouth had skipped down past her pussy, Picassa realizing there was going to be some delay here, some teasing, some tortured waiting while Carmen made her suffer wonderfully as Carmen's lips brushed Picassa's thighs, the join of her legs to her groin, the creases, all around the sacred bull's eye but only slowly circling ever closer to it, Picassa groaning as she shifted momentarily, want to wrap her legs around Carmen's head and pulling her in but knowing Carmen wouldn't let her, Carmen was in charge here, Carmen was loving her belly, her legs, her thighs, her cunt just the way she wanted to, the way she was so good at, Picassa wanting now to come--

"Yes, oh yes," Picassa said, "Do it, do it now, please, I need it so bad."

She felt Carmen's tongue touch the base of her perineum just above her anus, and lick upward on the right side of her pussy, the jaguar cat's tongue wet and lapping up the labia slowly, stopping at the top just before her clit. Then the jungle cat tongue started again, up the left side. The wet tongue licked up Picassa's pussy lips a dozen times, taking her up and up each time, Picassa arching her back and then slowly pumping her hips into the mouth working at her center. Carmen's fingers pulled the lips apart, licked their insides slowly, Picassa howling silently to herself, Ixchel, Ixchel, and then feeling the tongue inside her, fucking her, then the goddess mouth backing away and then coming forward again, hot breath on Picassa's wet lips, as Ixchel's mouth took in Picassa's clit, the tongue probing and prodding the wet button and now lashing it as liquid flowed from Picassa's cunt, Carmen bathing her face in it, licking it up, drinking it in, and going back to the clit again just as Picassa thrust her hips up, half rolled to her side, thrust forward, Carmen following her everywhere and sucking like a jaguar cat as Picassa thrust and came in her mouth, coating the face of the goddess Ixchel in creamy, vanilla-scented love.