Carmen's New York Romance Trilogy

by Nikki Sex

  She threw her arms around his neck, reveling in the feel of his hair. It was thick and soft, like heavy silk. She pushed herself up on tip toe to get closer to him, and to deepen the kiss.

  Their breaths were quick and panting, the need from both overwhelming.

  Wet, hot and sexy, the man wanted her, and Carmen couldn’t hold anything back. They both bit and licked at each other, eating each other until they were fucking each other with their mouths but it wasn't enough. Their need was desperate and wild.

  Kurt's body was hot and tense against hers and he quickly slipped open her robe and stepped back for an instant so it could fall to the floor.

  "Fuck you're beautiful," he said.

  Carmen had the hem of his T-shirt in her hands and was pulling it over his head. She had forgotten how amazing his washboard abs were, and his chest and shoulders. His golden skin glowed and she whimpered when he pulled her into his arms again, kissing her neck, biting and tasting her.

  Needy sounds echoed over the cacophony of street noises from below, but the only real thing in Carmen's mind was Kurt, his mouth his hands the feel of his hard male body pressed up against her. Molten heat burned into life within her core, a sizzling frisson of sexual desire.

  While desperately unfastening his jeans and pushing them downward, she pressed her lips to this throat, kissing, licking and nipping. "I've missed you so much," she murmured against his skin.

  "I've thought of you every day," Kurt said. "I can't get you out of my mind. I have to be inside you, I can't wait."

  "Good," she said, "Don’t wait. Fuck me. Fuck me right now."

  "Yes," he growled in a voice raw with need. "Yes."

  The smell of sex was heavy in the air. Carmen recognized her own scent but there was another fragrance now of male musk and arousal. Kurt's flavorsome scent thrilled her. His hands ran up and down her spine, his chest was hard against her breasts.

  Without conscious thought Carmen leaped up, climbing his body, wrapping her legs around him. The muscles of his hard naked butt flexed powerfully under her heels, and she moaned.

  Kurt had his hands clenched tight on her ass, his fingers squeezing. The feel of his stiff shaft against her sex made her call out in an incoherent sound of pleasure.

  His body shuddered and Carmen felt his cock jerk. Kurt gave a tormented groan; he sank down to his knees and then he was on top of her. Kurt's big body pinned her to the floor and she reveled in the sensation.

  Carmen thrashed, and began to cry out like a mad woman, her hands greedily roaming over his hot, sweaty skin. Kurt's silky hair ticked her neck and breasts, another sensual sensation to add to all the others. Her heels went to the floor and she pushed up, arched up, pressing her sex against his. Carmen screamed Kurt's name, her fingers biting into his buttocks, pulling him toward her.

  If he didn’t come inside her right now, she honestly thought she might die.

  16. Hunger

  Carmen couldn't still a frantic primal hunger to bite him, to pull him inside her, to ride him, to taste and eat him. What happened to her self-mastery of thought and emotion? For months she had practiced self-control.

  Well she had no control at all right now. Carmen was helpless to her lust, to her need, to the desire to have Kurt take her. It felt so good. Panting and sweating, she sunk her teeth into his shoulder. Kurt snarled like a feral creature in response.

  Such savage animal impulses!

  This was no sensual seduction. This was wild animal passion. It was more like two untamed creatures in heat, tangled and writhing in a brutal mating dance, falling upon each other with primitive, instinctive need.

  Skin to skin, Kurt still managed to reach his hands in between them and palm her tender swollen breasts. His mouth came down on them, biting, sucking and kneading. He bit her nipple hard, and she squealed, but then he soothed and suckled the sting of it.

  Carmen moaned at the lash of his tongue, she felt every lick to her nipples down lower as her pussy spasmed with sexual urgency. Empty and aching, she needed his cock deep inside.

  Kurt ran his hands down her flank, to her hips and thighs. One hand purposely pushed toward her sex, brushing against her pussy and spreading her lips open for him. Carmen bucked and whimpered, writhing and arching with lust.

  Carmen's pulse was pounding, her blood drumming in her ears. Her entire body felt fevered and hyper-sensitized - both skin and core.

  "Please, please," Carmen moaned, unable to remain still. Her hands roamed with urgent longing over his back and biceps.

  Kurt managed a tiny laugh. "You are so fucking wet," he said. "I can't be gentle, I have to fuck you hard Carmen. I can't stop myself." He notched the heated head of his cock against her opening, searing her dripping entry like a brand.

  "Oh yes," she cried out.

  Carmen's entire body trembled uncontrollably, shaking with the bliss of feeling Kurt's firm male flesh against her. Kurt's face was hard with lust and his penetrating green eyes flared darkly, dilated with sexy heat. His body was tense and his big cock was stiff and hard as steel. Carmen knew that the man was perched right on the edge of orgasm.

  "Hard," she gasped. "Fuck me hard and fast. Oh, God!"

  "Yes," Kurt growled, and with one plunging thrust, he drove himself deep inside her right up to the hilt.

  Carmen screamed, astonished by the powerful pleasure and pain of sensation. "Oh fuck, you're as big as a God damned house," she said.

  "And you're still as tight as an ant's ass," he grunted. Carmen surprised herself with a hysterical kind of giggle at that.

  "Put your legs back around me," he ordered and he ground his hips against her, swiveling his hips but remaining deep inside. Carmen's body worked to accommodate him, and he seemed to be aware of that fact, letting her taut channel ease.

  Kurt's gaze never left hers. Carmen had experienced that before with him, that intense sense of connection, that feeling of his possession, ownership and control.

  Fuck he was good. Without cuffs or constraint, she was no less chained. Carmen was shackled by his will alone.

  Carmen wrapped her thighs high up his waist and hooked her ankles, her heels pressing against his taut butt. As she did her hands went automatically around his neck. Jesus Christ the man felt so good. With her pelvis arched, pulling him closer with her legs was almost a release of its own. Her cunt pulsed and she tensed, barely preventing an orgasm.

  Kurt swore viciously as her internal muscles squeezed him, and then gave a half laugh. "Fuck you have astonishing orgasm control, Carmen," he said in a tone of awe. "You are such a smart, amazing person. I've never met anyone like you."

  Approval, admiration, appreciation – these were all things that Carmen had lived her entire life without. Youngest child of a mother that only valued male children, Carmen had unfortunately been born without a penis. Other than an occasional vital teacher at school, she had never earned such heartfelt praise and acknowledgment.

  Carmen trusted herself. Carmen relied on herself. So what was this feeling that Kurt could draw out so easily from her? This helpless raw emotional need?

  On an instinctive level, Carmen, having found such approval, felt that she couldn’t live without it. Food and water feed the body. What Kurt innocently offered, without any knowledge or awareness of doing so, somehow fed her heart and soul.

  Something within her melted - yielding completely. Tears stung her eyes and began to course down Carmen's cheeks with the devastating bliss that his praise caused somewhere deep inside.

  As consumed by passion as he was, Kurt still managed to be well aware of her emotional overload. He touched one trailing tear with a finger, and she smiled up at him, utterly blissed out, well aware that there was adoration in her eyes,

  As soon as he saw it, as soon as he became aware of her need for him, and her desire to do anything for him, Kurt reacted. He pulled his cock out to the tip and drove back in again, while his mouth plunged into hers in a devouring, tongue-thrusting kiss.

  Fast and de
ep, Kurt's powerful thrusts impaled her and her entire body jerked with each brutal lunge. As he rammed himself into her with bruising strength, his balls slapped hard against her anus and the extra sensation felt divine.

  With all her moisture and his initial patience in letting her body adjust, Carmen found he could penetrate her easily now.

  "Yes," he crooned, maintaining his savage rhythm and pace, his eyes locked upon hers. "That's it, sweetheart, you can take me. Fuck you feel so good."

  Carmen wanted to answer but she was unable to speak anymore. The pleasure that was thick in her throat and choking her was far too intense.

  Carmen wanted to say thank you, she wanted to kiss his feet and clean his home, cook his meals and have his babies. She wanted to stay under his body with him inside her forever and never return to real life again. It was crazy all the stupid hormonal thoughts that flew through her mind and it didn’t matter because she was on the very cusp of orgasm and it was taking all her control to experience this astonishing joy and to look into his knowing green eyes and to feel such euphoric bliss.

  Carmen was pretty sure that at last it had happened, just as she had always feared.

  After all this time, and after everything she had been through, she had finally totally lost her mind.

  17. Climax

  "You're going to come for me aren't you, Carmen?" he growled.

  Carmen could only moan.

  Kurt's hand was curled firmly around her neck and collar bone, as tight as a noose. He was using it for leverage in his thrusts. The other hand was hard upon her right breast, the thumb carefully rubbing her nipple. He used both to increase the vigorous impact of each thrust.

  Carmen began to keen in low, strangled noises. "Ah, ah, ah…"

  The coarse hair on his pubic bone grazed her distended, hypersensitive clit, and his chest hair scraped her aching, tender nipples. Kurt rhythmically slammed into her, again and again, never tiring, instead picking up speed. The luscious liquid sounds of sex, the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh and the potent musk from both of them filled the air.

  It was too much. Carmen arched and cried out, "Kurt, please!" She was maddened and desperate to climax.

  "I want to come with you, Carmen," he said with a thick voice. "You have such control, I think we can. Are you ready?"

  Carmen opened her mouth but suddenly couldn’t speak, she nodded, communicating through her eyes. His gaze was intense and then Kurt, the mind-reader, smiled. Carmen felt a current of electrical energy pass between them – that crazy sense of joining.

  "I think you're ready," he said.

  Kurt's face grimaced and became almost ruthless in his desire. His every muscle rippled, tight with the urgent animalistic need to climax. They were tangled together on the plush carpet in the light of the afternoon sun, both dripping in sweat, eyes locked, and lungs heaving. Mercilessly he pounded her, his strokes getting shorter and shorter and then his cock swelled and jerked.

  Carmen called out, knowing that he was going to shoot inside her and feeling a tremendous powerful joy at the thought of his climax.

  "Now," he gasped, reaching his hand down to flick and pinch her clit. "Come, Carmen."

  Carmen let go. The orgasm that she had been desperately holding back burst through her with the force of an explosion. Her whole body stiffened and her internal muscles gripped in a pulsing wave. Her voice returned and she screamed in an inarticulate cry, all the while she looked into Kurt's eyes, holding on and gripping like a lifeline.

  Kurt cupped her ass and lifted her, rising to his knees, giving a loud grunt of pleasure. His fingers convulsed on her ass, his hips straining violently forward, bucking as if he had been electrocuted, and slamming deeply into her, his hips pumping.

  Kurt's beautiful face was twisted into a grimace and he threw his head back with that final thrust. "God, yes, Carmen," he shouted. A hard shudder wracked his frame.

  The words he said were like an affirmation.

  It was all too much. The way he had looked and felt beneath her hands, the sensation of his rock hard cock inside her, the forceful way he fucked, taking what he craved, while always aware of her needs.

  Kurt wanted her.

  On top of everything else Carmen was feeling, she became aware of euphoric awe. Kurt was a true Master. A man who was attentive yet dominant, he controlled her completely, and took all her power – yet all the while he gave something priceless back.

  Carmen's internal muscles continued to spasm and pulse, milking Kurt's cock forcefully. Her scream turned into a wail as she totally came apart for the second time, two explosive orgasms, one right after another.

  Panting and trembling with aftershocks, Carmen reveled in the feel of Kurt's big body upon her. As she felt his taut body relax he muttered softly, "I don’t care what you've done, Carmen. I'm not going to let you go."

  Languid and heavy from a combination of exhaustion and profound satisfaction, Carmen sighed.

  The potent erotic smell of sex and man filled her nostrils. Carmen enjoyed the sound of Kurt's heartbeat a slow, heavy thud in her ears. God he felt amazing, the weight of him, his slow deep breaths. Meanwhile she continued to experience a cascading wave of tremors, contractions and aftershocks. It was so good to lie there beneath him, utterly replete, completely spent.

  Right now in this man's arms, Carmen didn’t have a care in the world.

  They lay together for some time. Carmen felt like her whole body was tingling and alive, yet relaxed and heavily sated as well. Kurt finally pulled out and rolled over on to his back. Then as if he had every right to do so, he pulled her over on to his chest, cuddling her with an arm around her.

  "I didn’t use a condom," Kurt said.

  "No big," she replied. "I've been on the pill since I was eleven."

  Kurt raised his brows at that and she laughed. "No, I wasn’t having sex at eleven," she said with a snort. "My doctor put me on a low dose pill because I had heavy, irregular periods. I always use condoms, and as I said, I was tested not long ago – so unless you are a billionaire playboy who nails anything that moves and never uses a condom, then we're good."

  "It was irresponsible of me in any case," he said. "I apologize. I've never done that before, practiced unsafe sex. I always use protection."

  "Should I be flattered?"

  Kurt squeezed her. "Absolutely," he said. "I have no excuse, except that I must have gotten my brains caught in my zip. Honestly, I never even thought of it. You are all I have been thinking about for weeks."

  Carmen was stunned by the apology.

  Men in her world were always right – whether they were right or not. She couldn’t recall any man ever admitting that they were wrong. She couldn’t remember ever hearing an apology from any man anywhere. Wow. Was it a gang thing? Or culture and upbringing? To be wrong was like dying, or at least it was like life or death to the men she knew. Was it a product of poverty perhaps? Were men conditioned to be that way? To be so unable to confront a failing that they HAD to always be right?

  If so Carmen had clearly been hanging with the wrong crowd.

  Suddenly she became aware of a little heated pain on her butt checks and began to laugh.

  "What?"

  "I have rug burn on my ass, you sex fiend," she laughed, giving him a playful slap on the chest. "Do you think that sometime that when we have sex that we could actually make it to a bed?"

  Kurt's instant generous smile was heart-stopping. Fuck, how far gone on him was she? Whew.

  They chatted and laughed for a bit about inconsequential things while Kurt's hand ran up and down her back. His fingers became curious and probing then, noticing and tracing her scarred bumps. She froze.

  He looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Carmen, what the hell happened to your back?"

  Carmen pulled away, the secrets of her recent past flying through her thoughts. Her actions were unconsciously graceful - she had trained herself to be that way so that she moved with sensual attraction without thought. Sh
e sat up on to her knees, about two feet away from him and took a deep breath.

  Eyes downcast, Carmen had automatically moved to her submissive pose, that position that always calmed her. Sitting upon her heels, back and shoulders straight, chest out, stomach in and head up. Her thighs open and spread wide, hands upon her thighs palms upward.

  Suddenly aware of what she had done, she turned her hands over, grabbed her knees and put her legs together. She stiffened and her face heated with shame and panic. Her gaze flew to Kurt's face, looking for disgust or revulsion in his gaze.

  But it wasn't there. Only Kurt was there, and he looked at her with unruffled understanding.

  18. The Godfather

  "Hey," Kurt said with a soft look in his eyes. "It's okay. You don't have to tell me if you don’t want to talk about it. I'm sorry for asking, and I am sorry it happened. Point out the bastard that did it and I swear to God I'll kill him for you."

  Carmen wanted to laugh, because his words were sweet and funny and so generously kind. Her eyes stung and her throat thickened. It took awhile to answer, while she regained control of her emotions. The protective words Kurt had said helped. They made something tight in her chest loosen.

  Kurt waited patiently. He also remained perfectly still, saying nothing and letting her recover her equilibrium.

  "How do you know I didn’t enjoy it?" she asked, unable to keep the frown from her face.

  Kurt shrugged. "It's pretty obvious to me," he said. "Someone really hurt you. You didn't take pleasure in it, it's written all over your body language. Those scars are part of a really bad memory."

  A chill went through Carmen's body. "You're right there, Kurt. But to say it is a bad memory is rather an understatement." She took a big lungful of air and expelled it in a rush. "Maybe later, I'll tell you, Kurt," she said. "I don’t know. I've never talked about it to anyone, and there are some really good reasons for that. You wanted to understand my criminal history, and I'm willing to tell you about that – but this..." she bit her lower lip. "Well, let me think about it."