Page 27 of Journey to the Forbidden Zone

Letitia’s hands moved to Carmen’s bra, unclasping it with practiced ease. The fabric fell away, and Letitia’s palms came up to cup Carmen’s breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples. Carmen gasped, the sensation arcing straight to her core.

“Fuck,” Letitia breathed. “I love touching you.”

Her mouth descended, lips closing around one nipple, sucking hard. Carmen’s hands flew to Letitia’s head, fingers tangling in her braids—whether to hold her there or push her away, she couldn’t decide. Letitia’s tongue circled, flicked, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh until Carmen’s knees weakened.

Letitia’s hands dropped to Carmen’s pants, fingers fumbling with the fastening, popping it open. She shoved the fabric down over Carmen’s hips along with her underwear, both falling to pool at Carmen’s ankles.

Letitia pulled back, her dark-brown eyes drinking in every inch of exposed skin.

“Goddamn,” she whispered.

Then her hand slid between Carmen’s thighs. Carmen’s breath hitched as Letitia’s fingers found slick heat without hesitation. Her hips jerked forward involuntarily, a gasp escaping her throat.

“Jesus-fuck,” Letitia murmured, her fingers stroking through Carmen’s folds, exploring, spreading the wetness. “You’re soaked.”

Holy shit, she was. When did that happen?

That scent in the air – musky, thick – filled Carmen’s lungs with every ragged breath. Her skin felt too tight, every nerve ending firing. Letitia’s thumb found her clit, circling with maddening lightness that made Carmen’s vision blur.

“Letitia!” The name came out broken, needy.

“I’ve got you,” Letitia murmured. Her free hand pressed against the small of Carmen’s back, supporting her weight as she backed her toward the bunk. “Just let go.”

Carmen’s legs hit the edge of the mattress. Letitia guided her down, following her. She lifted Carmen’s ankles, yanked the boots off her feet, and pulled the pants and underwear away, freeing her lower body.

Then Letitia fell on her like a predator. Her mouth found Carmen’s neck, teeth nipping, tongue soothing, while her fingers kept moving between Carmen’s thighs – stroking, teasing, never quite giving enough pressure.

Carmen rolled her hips upward, chasing Letitia’s hand. Her breath came fast and shallow, little sounds escaping her throat she couldn’t control.

Wrong. This was wrong. Carmen should be directing this, but …

Letitia’s fingers slid lower, circling her entrance. She gathered wetness, then pushed inside – one finger, slow and steady.

Carmen’s cry echoed off the metal walls. Her back arched, lifting off the mattress. One finger became two, stretching her, filling her. Letitia’s thumb found her clit again, pressing firm circles while her fingers curled upward, searching.

When they found that spot deep inside, Carmen’s whole body jolted.

“Fuck!”

Letitia’s mouth curved against Carmen’s collarbone.

“There it is,” she whispered.

She stroked again, deliberate, and Carmen saw stars.

The thrust of Letitia’s fingers. The press of her thumb. The scrape of teeth on Carmen’s breast. Every sensation layered, building, carrying Carmen higher on a wave she couldn’t control. Her fingers dug into the mattress, into Letitia’s shoulder, seeking purchase, finding none.

Letitia’s pace was steady, relentless. She drove her fingers deeper with each thrust, her thumb maintaining constant pressure on Carmen’s clit. The wet sounds of it filled the small quarters – obscene, undeniable. Carmen’s thighs fell open wider, giving Letitia better access, and Letitia took it, shoving those long fingers in deeper – all the way to the knuckle.

“Oh, god!” Carmen cried.

Her head thrashed on the thin pillow. The penetration was intense, almost too much, walking the knife-edge between pleasure and pain. But then Letitia’s fingers curled again, hitting that spot, and pleasure won.

“Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop!”

But no sooner had she issued the command than she sent her hand rocketing down, catching Letitia’s wrist mid-thrust.

“Wait.” The word came out rough, breathless. Carmen shifted her hips, adjusting the angle. “Slower. Curl your fingers more. There.”