Slowly, he slid a finger inside me, testing the waters, before sliding another. I clenched myself around his fingers, arching my back as he worked a rhythm. With a free hand, he massaged the water into one of my breasts, cupping it and making me gasp for air. Carlos was definitely a breasts man.
His mouth on my neck and his hardness pushed against my back. Carlos hands were really what made me come. I came violently, a mass of whimpers and gasps. I screamed louder than normal and he held me against him, quelling my spasms.
I turned around and he enveloped me in his arms, his head dipping for our mouths to meet. His hand cupped the back of my head as he deepened the kiss. I wanted him completely and irrevocably, and sensing that, he raised me, his hands coming up under my rear as I wrapped my legs around his waist.