บท 222: I’m scared I can’t keep up

I pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. The passion and desire mirrored in them fueled my own. "Let me touch you?" I asked, my voice low and filled with longing.

She nodded, her lips parting in anticipation. "Yes," she whispered. "Please, Carmen."

I began slowly, my fingers tracing the outline of her lips before leaning in to capture them with mine. The kiss started soft, exploratory, but quickly grew deeper, more intense. My hands slid down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her shirt. I could sense her desire, matching my own, in the way she responded to my touch.

With a swift but gentle motion, I lifted her shirt, breaking our kiss only long enough to remove it. The sight of her bare skin, her chest rising and falling with each breath, was mesmerizing. I kissed her again, my hands exploring every inch of her body. Her skin was soft and warm, and I could feel the tension and anticipation in her muscles.