Chapter 4
4
CARMEN
W hen the first light of dawn crept across Carmen’s suite, she had already been awake for hours, reviewing her opening speech notes without really seeing them. The words blurred together, replaced by memories of last night's kiss—the softness of Jude's lips, the brief moment of surrender before Carmen had retreated.
"Stop," she whispered to her reflection as she adjusted her silk blouse. Silver threads in her dark hair caught the morning light, and she wondered if Jude noticed them, if they reminded her of their age difference. Then she pushed that thought away too. She had a peace treaty to negotiate. Lives depended on her unwavering focus and diplomatic skill.
Her phone buzzed with another intelligence update. Three more indigenous families displaced overnight, their homes mysteriously burning after refusing corporate "protection." The photos made her hands clench: children huddled in temporary shelters, elders watching generations of history reduced to ash. She'd seen too many villages burn in her career, too many lives sacrificed to corporate greed masquerading as progress.
Movement from just beyond the connecting door made her pulse quicken. She heard Jude's voice, low and professional, coordinating with her team. The sound shouldn't have affected her so strongly, shouldn't have made her remember how that voice had roughened when Carmen touched her.
Before Carmen could avert her gaze and pretend to busy herself, the adjoining door opened, and Jude stood in the doorway.
"Security sweep complete," Jude said, her voice perfectly controlled. "Ready when you are, ma'am."
Ma'am. Back to formality, as if last night on the balcony had never happened. Carmen straightened her shoulders, sliding into her diplomatic armor for an ounce of protection. "Thank you, Captain. Just a moment."
She gathered her briefing materials, each movement precise and practiced. Twenty-five years of diplomatic service had taught her how to maintain composure while her world shifted. She'd negotiated peace treaties during coups and mediated between warlords, and she never before lost her focus.
But she'd never had to negotiate her way through falling for her security detail.
She stole a glance at the woman still standing in the doorway. Jude stood like a sentinel in her tactical gear, all controlled power and careful distance. Their eyes met briefly, and Carmen caught the slight hitch in Jude's breathing, the only tell that she wasn't as unaffected and detached as she pretended. The thought filled Carmen with warmth.
"The summit security teams are in position," Jude reported, falling into step beside her as left the hotel room and walked through the hotel's secured corridors. "But those police patrols from last night are still showing unusual patterns."
Carmen nodded, letting their conversation stay professional while her security detail flanked them. Their footsteps echoed on marble as they descended to the hotel's private garage, the air growing cooler with each level. She noted how Jude's body unconsciously oriented toward her, tracking her movements while scanning for threats as they left the hotel. The protective instinct should have felt stifling. Instead, it made her feel seen in more ways than just security.
Marcus held the armored BMW's door open, and Carmen slid inside. Jude took the front passenger seat, her posture alert as she coordinated with the convoy through her radio. The familiar scent of leather and gun oil filled the vehicle—an odd comfort after decades of diplomatic protection.
Bogotá's morning traffic flowed around them like a river, streams of motorcycles weaving between lanes while street vendors set up their carts. The Andes loomed against the pale sky, their peaks catching early sunlight. Through the bulletproof glass, Carmen watched the city wake up: business people hurrying to offices, children in school uniforms, and the constant dance of vehicles navigating narrow streets.
"Two motorcycles approaching fast," Sarah's voice crackled through the comms.
Carmen caught Jude's subtle shift, her hand moving closer to her weapon. They'd both seen too many assassinations start exactly like this. But the motorcycles passed without incident, just commuters running late.
The historic Palacio de San Carlos rose before them, its colonial architecture a stark contrast to the modern city growing around it. Carmen had negotiated peace treaties in buildings like this across three continents, each one carrying the weight of history in its stone walls. But something felt different today, like it was charged with more than just diplomatic tension.
Their convoy circled to the private entrance, where additional security teams waited. Carmen recognized the formation Jude had designed: overlapping fields of coverage, no blind spots, every angle protected. The precision would have impressed her professionally, even if she wasn't already aware of the woman who had orchestrated it.
Inside, the building's grandeur took her breath away despite having been here before. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, painting patterns on marble floors that had witnessed centuries of politics and power. Their footsteps echoed off walls adorned with artwork depicting Colombia's history, each piece carefully chosen to remind visitors of the stakes when peace hung in the balance.
They walked through the corridors, and the grand ballroom hummed with pre-summit tension as they approached. Carmen cataloged the players through practiced eyes: corporate lawyers in expensive suits, humanitarian observers trying to look neutral, and local officials whose allegiances shifted like sand when it suited them. She caught fragments of conversations about resource rights and profit margins, about peace treaties and bottom lines.
"Two new security contractors by the west entrance," Jude murmured, close enough that her breath brushed Carmen's ear. "They're carrying themselves like Special Operations Forces."
"Former Navy SEALs, probably," Carmen replied softly, pretending to review her notes. "The same corporate security firm from Venezuela. Watch how they position themselves near the indigenous representatives."
Through the ballroom's towering windows, morning light caught the gilded details of colonial medallions and made the crystal chandeliers sparkle like ice. Carmen watched Maria Elena and her fellow indigenous leaders enter, their traditional dress a proud contrast to the corporate suits. The corporate security contractors shifted subtly, their movements carrying silent threats that made Carmen's jaw tighten.
She caught her reflection in one of the ancient mirrors that lined the walls: elegant, composed, every hair in place. The diplomat they all expected. But in the same reflection, she saw Jude positioning herself with tactical precision, and the memory of their kiss flooded back with physical force that almost knocked her down.
"Two minutes, ma'am," Sarah said as she approached with final security confirmations. "The room's secure."
Carmen nodded, but her attention caught on how Jude's hand rested near her concealed weapon, how her eyes never stopped scanning the crowd. The soldier and the diplomat, both dedicated to protection through different means. Both fighting battles between duty and desire.
The podium stood on a raised dais, its polished wood bearing the scars of hundreds of historic speeches. As Carmen took her position, she felt the weight of all those who had stood here before, trying to forge peace from chaos. The weight of the peace treaty seemed to press down on her shoulders, along with the eyes of every faction in the room.
When she began speaking, her voice carried the authority of decades of service, every careful phrase designed to build bridges while exposing corruption. Her words flowed with practiced ease: welcome speeches in three languages, acknowledgments of each delegation, and subtle diplomatic signals woven through formal protocols.
"We stand at a crossroads," she said, her voice reaching the furthest corners of the historic chamber. "Where corporate interests and indigenous rights must find common ground, where profit and protection must become partners rather than adversaries."
But part of her remained acutely aware of Jude's presence and of how she moved through the crowd with lethal grace. Their eyes met briefly during a pause in her speech, and the silent connection felt electric, charged with everything they couldn't say but wanted to. Carmen forced her focus back to the speech and the carefully crafted words that could save lives or condemn communities if she faltered.
The fate of villages hung on her ability to navigate between power and justice. She couldn't afford distractions. She couldn't risk the peace treaty for personal desires. Her diplomatic training had taught her that professional distance was essential for successful negotiations.
But as morning light streamed through those historic windows, Carmen accepted a truth she'd been fighting since that first security briefing in Washington: some things were worth the risk.
Even if those things came with impenetrable tactical gear and measured detachment, with memories of kisses that tasted like scotch and surrender, with the weight of duty pressing against desire. The peace treaty might determine the fate of communities, but that kiss had already determined the fate of her heart.
She finished her opening speech, and polite applause followed, each faction measuring their response against their political allegiances. As she stepped down from the podium, Jude materialized at her side like a shadow given purpose, close enough that Carmen could feel the heat radiating from her body.
"Well said, ma'am," Jude murmured, her professional mask perfectly in place. But Carmen caught the softness in her eyes and the slight tremor in Jude’s voice that suggested she wasn't just talking about the speech.
Carmen allowed herself one small smile, meant only for Jude. "Sometimes, Captain, the riskiest moves are the ones most worth making."
She let that truth hang between them as they moved into the next phase of the summit, both of them knowing they weren't just talking about peace treaties anymore.
The morning's formal speeches gave way to closed-door negotiations, which was where the real work happened. Carmen moved through the Palacio's ornate corridors toward the private conference room, acutely aware of Jude's presence behind her. The historic building's thick stone walls made every footstep echo like punctuation between heartbeats.
Inside the conference room, tension crackled beneath polite, diplomatic veneers. Carmen studied the assembled players she’d have to negotiate with. There was Victor Ramirez from the corporate consortium, his expensive suit a sharp contrast to Maria Elena's traditional dress, both of them flanked by their respective security details. The corporate contractors Jude had identified earlier positioned themselves with casual menace near the indigenous representatives—threatening, but not in an overt way to get them removed.
"Our terms are reasonable," Ramirez began in Spanish, his tone suggesting anything but reason. "The indigenous councils will be fairly compensated for any...inconvenience."
Carmen watched Maria Elena's hands tighten on her papers. "Displacement isn't an inconvenience," the indigenous leader replied. "It's cultural genocide."
The words hung in the air that was already thick with unspoken threats. Carmen leaned forward, choosing her next words carefully. "Perhaps we should discuss the recent fires." She kept her voice mild but pointed. "Mysterious accidents that only seem to affect communities refusing corporate protection."
Ramirez's face flushed. He slammed his hand on the table, making water glasses rattle. "You dare accuse?—"
Carmen caught Jude's instant shift to alert status in her peripheral vision. The younger woman moved with fluid precision, adjusting her position to better protect Carmen while maintaining the illusion of a relaxed stance to not alarm others. The sight of such controlled power made Carmen's breath catch in her throat.
"I'm merely suggesting," Carmen continued smoothly, "that peace requires trust. And trust requires?—"
Static crackled through security radios, cutting her off. "Potential breach in the north corridor," Sarah's voice reported. "Unknown subjects approaching the restricted area."
Carmen watched Jude process the information, noting how her situational awareness sharpened without betraying concern to the room. Their eyes met briefly, and Carmen read volumes in that fleeting contact.
"Continue the discussion," Jude murmured, close enough that her breath stirred Carmen's hair. "We'll handle security."
The professional competence in her voice sent an inappropriate shiver down Carmen's spine. She forced her attention back to the negotiations, where Ramirez was working himself into another outburst.
"Your peasant protests are costing us millions!" He jabbed a finger toward Maria Elena. "If you people would just?—"
"'You people?’" Carmen interrupted, letting steel enter her voice. "I believe you mean the legal owners of territories protected by three separate treaties." She turned to the corporate security contractors. "Treaties that certain parties seem determined to circumvent through intimidation."
More static burst through the radios. Carmen maintained her diplomatic focus while eyeing Jude's movements. The younger woman had shifted again, positioning herself to cover both the door and Carmen's exposed side. The sight of such precise protection made Carmen's diplomatic armor feel tissue-thin.
"Unknown subjects neutralized," Sarah reported. "Situation contained."
Carmen caught the slight relaxation in Jude's shoulders, the only tell that there had been real danger. She'd seen enough combat situations to read between the lines of security reports. Someone had tested their defenses, probing for weaknesses.
"Now," Carmen continued, letting her gaze pin each person in turn, "shall we discuss actual solutions? Or would you prefer to explain to your shareholders why their stock values are dropping due to international scrutiny of your methods?"
The corporate team exchanged glances. Carmen had spent decades learning to read such silent communications. They hadn't expected her to know about their market vulnerabilities or their connections to recent violence.
"Perhaps," Ramirez said slowly, his anger banking to calculation, "we could explore alternative arrangements."
The negotiations continued, each side advancing and retreating across verbal battlefields. But part of Carmen's awareness remained fixed on Jude, on how she moved through the room like a shadow. Every shift of her body communicated protection, and Carmen found herself increasingly distracted.
When the session finally broke for lunch, Carmen gathered her notes with hands that trembled slightly. The morning's tension had drawn her shoulders tight, and the constant awareness of Jude's presence had worn her diplomatic composure thin.
"The security breach?" she asked quietly as they exited the conference room.
"Handled," Jude replied, close enough that Carmen could feel her warmth. "But it confirms our suspicions about local police cooperation, not that we weren’t already prepared for that."
Carmen nodded, increasingly aware of their proximity in the ancient corridor. "Your team performed admirably." She allowed herself to meet Jude's eyes. "I find competence very...compelling."
She saw the words land exactly where she had hoped and saw Jude's pupils dilate slightly before her professional mask slipped back into place. "Just doing our job, ma'am."
But they both knew it had become far more than that.
The private elevator at the Hotel Gran Diplomático felt smaller than usual, its polished surfaces reflecting Carmen's exhaustion from the day's negotiations. Jude stood at parade rest beside her, and the silence between them hummed with unspoken words.
Carmen watched their reflection in the mirrored walls. It was obvious, to Carmen at least, that they were both pretending the air wasn't charged with hope and optimism. The day's events had left her wrung out from corporate threats, security breaches, and the constant dance between duty and desire.
"Join me for a security debrief?" she asked as the elevator ascended, her voice steady despite her racing pulse. "There are some concerns from today's session I'd like to discuss with you."
"Of course, ma'am." Jude's voice gave nothing away, but Carmen caught the slight tension in her jaw and the way her hands clasped tighter behind her back.
They moved through the hallway to Carmen's suite in almost perfect synchronization. Inside, the evening light washed the room in shadows. Carmen watched Jude perform her security sweep with fluid grace, each movement precise and controlled.
"All clear," Jude reported, but she didn't make a move to leave.
Carmen moved to the bar cart, needing something to do with her hands. "Scotch?"
A pause, then: "Thank you, ma'am."
The clink of crystal seemed too loud in the charged silence. Carmen handed Jude a glass, their fingers brushing. The contact sent electricity up her arm.
"The security breach at the Palacio," Carmen began, maintaining the pretense of professional discussion. "You think it was coordinated with local police?"
"Yes." Jude took a careful sip of scotch. "The timing was too precise. They were testing our response protocols."
Carmen moved toward the balcony doors, drawn to the fresh air and the city lights spread below. "Like Yemen?"
She heard Jude's slight intake of breath behind her. "You've studied my file thoroughly." It wasn’t a question.
"I like to know who's protecting me." Carmen turned, finding Jude closer than expected. "In Yemen, you spotted the warning signs before anyone else. Just like today."
The evening air carried the scent of rain from the mountains. Carmen opened the balcony doors, stepping out into the cooling darkness. After a moment, Jude followed.
"The corporate security contractors," Jude said quietly. "They're positioning for something bigger than just intimidation."
"I know." Carmen leaned against the railing, studying the city below. "The same way I know you've been watching them watch me."
The space between them seemed to shrink with each breath. Carmen could hear the subtle shift of Jude's tactical gear as she moved closer, drawn by the same gravity that had been pulling them together since Washington.
"It's my job to watch," Jude murmured.
"Is that all it is?" Carmen turned to face her fully. "Just duty?"
The city lights caught the green in Jude's eyes, making them glitter like jade. Her professional mask slipped just slightly, revealing heat beneath the surface.
"You know it's not."
The whispered admission hung between them like smoke. Carmen set her glass down, each movement deliberate. "Last night on the balcony..."
"Was a mistake." But Jude's voice lacked conviction.
"Was it?" Carmen stepped closer, erasing the careful distance between them. "Or was it the most honest thing we've done since meeting?"
She watched the struggle play across Jude's features— her fierce sense of duty warring with desire, protection battling passion. When Jude's hand came up to trace Carmen's jawline, the touch felt like surrender.
"This is dangerous," Jude whispered.
"Everything worth having is." Carmen leaned into the touch. "We both know the real danger isn't just out there. It's this thing between us that we keep pretending we can ignore."
Their kiss felt inevitable. Jude's lips were soft but hungry, tasting of liquor and something uniquely Jude. Carmen pressed closer, her fingers curling into Jude’s clothes as years of diplomatic reserve crumbled under the weight of wanting.
They broke apart only when the need for air became critical. Jude rested her forehead against Carmen's, both of them breathing hard.
"We should stop," Jude said, but her hands tightened on Carmen's hips.
"Should we?" Carmen ran her fingers along the nape of Jude's neck, feeling her shiver. "Or should we finally admit that some boundaries are meant to be crossed?"
The city sparkled below them, oblivious to how their world was shifting on this balcony. Carmen watched as conflicting emotions battled each other across Jude's face: desire and duty, need and restraint.
"Carmen..." Her name on Jude's lips sounded like prayer and surrender combined.
This time, when they kissed, there was no hesitation. No retreat. Just the taste of inevitability and the knowledge that everything would be different after tonight.
Carmen pulled back just enough to whisper against Jude's lips, "Stay with me.”
It wasn't a question, and they both knew it wasn't just about tonight. It was about all the nights to come, about choosing something beyond just their duty and diplomatic protocol.
Jude's answer came in the form of another kiss, her tongue pushing hungrily into Carmen’s mouth.
The air felt charged, like the moment just before lightning strikes.
Carmen's diplomatic training had taught her to read micro-expressions and to catch the smallest tells that could change the course of negotiations. Now, she watched Jude's face in the dim light, noting how her careful control wavered when Carmen's fingers traced the collar of her tactical vest.
"You're thinking too hard," Carmen murmured, reaching up to cup Jude's face. The younger woman's pulse raced beneath her palm.
"Force of habit." Jude's voice roughened again as Carmen's thumb brushed her bottom lip. "They train us to analyze every situation."
"Then analyze this." Carmen pressed closer, letting Jude feel the heat between them. "Tell me what your tactical assessment says about where this is going."
A small sound escaped Jude's throat, something between a laugh and a groan. Her hands settled on Carmen's hips, strong fingers flexing against silk. "My training didn't cover this scenario."
"No?" Carmen smiled, enjoying the way Jude's breath hitched. "All those years of protection detail, and no one warned you about falling for your protectee?"
The words hung in the air between them. Jude's eyes darkened, and Carmen watched her last defenses crumble.
"They warned us," Jude admitted softly. "They just never mentioned how impossible it would be to resist."
Carmen hummed with approval, sliding her hands down to work at the straps of Jude's vest. "Then stop resisting."
The vest hit the floor with a muted thud. Carmen felt Jude shiver as her fingers found skin beneath the uniform shirt. Years of negotiating had taught her patience, but tonight that skill deserted her. She wanted to map every scar, learn every story written on Jude's skin.
"Carmen..." Jude's voice held a note of wonder, as if she couldn't quite believe this was real. "Are you sure about this?"
In answer, Carmen pressed her lips to the scar near Jude's temple, then traced a path down her jaw. "I've spent my life being sure about everything. Making careful choices. Taking calculated risks." She pulled back just enough to meet Jude's gaze. "This isn't a calculation. This is certainty."
Something shifted in Jude's expression, like sunlight breaking through clouds. Her next kiss carried none of her usual restraint, and Carmen melted into it. Jude’s hands came up and tangled in Carmen’s hair, and once she reached the nape of Carmen’s neck, Jude tugged softly at first but then harder. Carmen closed her eyes and leaned her head back.
“Like that?” Jude’s whisper came husky in her ear.
“Yes,” she breathed, and before she could move her own hand, Jude pulled her hair again as she spun Carmen around against the balcony’s wrought-iron railing and slipped her free hand up Carmen’s shirt in one fluid motion.
It took Jude seconds to unbutton Carmen’s silk blouse and peel it from her shoulders, exposing Carmen’s lace bra. She slipped her hand under the fabric and cupped Carmen’s breast, and Carmen let out a sharp exhale that wasn’t quite a moan but wasn’t not a moan.
Carmen felt more alive than she had in years with Jude’s hands on her body.
Carmen reached her hand back behind her to remove her bra and give Jude access to her breasts, but Jude pushed her hand back to the terrace railing before she unclasped the bra with practiced ease and let it fall to the floor.
Carmen knew she should be in awe of the incredible view or concerned about how anyone could see them, but all she could think about was the way Jude’s rough, calloused hands were exploring every inch of her breasts and nipples that had risen to peaks on exposure to the night air.
She felt a light brush of Jude’s lips as she kissed Carmen in the crook of her neck between her neck and shoulder then bit down gently.
“I want you,” Jude whispered as she bit.
“I want you, too.”
With her lips still on Carmen, Jude moved one hand down her waist and over her hips, then brought them back up, slowly, slowly until she teased at Carmen’s waistband.
Every touch on her body felt like Jude was leaving a trail of fire, and she felt her core heat up and desire pooling in her panties. She arched her back against Jude, encouraging her to keep going, knowing the woman was a master at non-verbal cues.
“Do you want more?” Jude’s breath tickled her ears, and her husky voice only spurred on Carmen even more.
Carmen arched her back again, feeling her pussy begin to throb with desire, “You know I do…”
Jude played with her pantsuit waistband more, knowingly teasing her and seeing how long she could be patient, before slipping her hand down the front of her pants. She traced small circles over the top of Carmen’s already damp panties, and Carmen let out a soft moan that encouraged Jude to keep going.
“You feel so good,” Carmen sighed as she leaned back and closed her eyes.
“So do you,” Jude purred as she slipped her hand underneath the thin layer of lace.
Jude reached her hand lower in her panties and moved the tip of her middle finger to pass over Carmen’s clit, already swollen with desire and need. As Jude’s finger caressed the tender spot, applying more pressure as the seconds ticked on, Carmen closed her eyes and allowed herself to get lost in the moment. This moment, here, with Jude on the terrace. It felt like everything in the universe converged to this one singular point between them, and all that existed was the places where their skin made contact with each other.
Carmen slowly fluttered her eyes open and saw that Jude was already staring at her, her pupils boring holes deep inside her, down to her soul. She felt seen, but not in an intrusive way.
Carmen lifted her hand and placed it gently on Jude’s thigh, then snaked her hand up the swell of her thigh, up to her waist where she let her hand rest as Jude continued tracing lazy circles on her clit.
When Jude moved her finger down to her pussy, it was already slick with want, and Carmen inhaled sharply as Jude teased her, touching everywhere but inside her.
“Please.” Carmen gripped Jude’s waist tighter, feeling the woman’s muscles underneath her clothing. “Fuck me.”
Jude quirked a small smile and cocked her head to the side. “Like this?”
Jude stopped moving her fingers for a fraction of a second before she plunged a finger inside Carmen’s soft wetness, then added a second finger.
Carmen felt her knees go weak at the intensity of feeling Jude’s strong fingers pushing inside her and beginning to fuck her.
Even though Jude was still fully dressed, it felt like all the barriers between them melted away, and Carmen couldn’t resist leaning closer to Jude to capture her lips in a kiss. Jude pulled away at the last second.
“Not yet.” Her eyes twinkled. “Soon.”
Carmen bit the inside of her lower lip, trying to not come completely undone as she felt Jude’s fingers deep inside her, what felt like another finger being added and then Jude held her close as she began to fuck her again.
Carmen’s breathing quickened and the moans that she had tried to keep quiet began escaping her lips.
She could feel Jude’s obviously skilled fingers hitting her G spot each time they thrust inside her and she could feel the heat of her own orgasm building deep inside her.
But, she wanted more. She wanted to feel Jude come apart along with her.
Carmen slowly lifted her leg and rubbed her knee against Jude’s inner thigh, trailing upward until Carmen reached Jude’s pussy through her pants. She lightly pressed her knee against Jude, and Jude’s fingers, still inside her, twitched almost imperceptibly. Just enough that Carmen felt it. Carmen put more pressure then gently moved her knee in circles for Jude to grind against. Jude’s neck craned back as a sigh escaped her lips, and Carmen took the opportunity to lean in closer and kiss her, gently biting Jude’s bottom lip as their lips parted.
It must have spurred something in Jude because she doubled down with her fingers, pumping them even faster. Even though it had been so long and Carmen had feared that she would have forgotten what it felt like to be intimate with another woman, it all came rushing back to her as she rocked her hips in perfect synchronicity with Jude’s fingers.
“Wait,” Carmen whispered, her hand steadying Jude’s wrist. “I want to feel your wetness,” she breathed into Jude’s ear, noticing the gooseflesh that ran across her neck.
“Okay,” Jude nodded, stilling her fingers inside Carmen and pulling back slightly, unbuttoning her pants with her left hand.
Carmen slipped her right hand down Jude’s pants, feeling inside her underwear and venturing straight down to her pussy that was soaking wet.
Carmen smiled to herself.
“You should’ve told me how wet you were,” Carmen said, a light, playful lilt in her voice.
“I wasn’t done with you yet.”
“I couldn’t let you have all the fun.” Carmen felt completely overcome with desire for Jude. As much as she wanted her own orgasm, there was something else she wanted first.
Carmen removed her hand and then began to work Jude’s pants off her hips. They fell unceremoniously on the terrace concrete floor, and Jude was left standing in her black cotton panties that were slick with wet that had soaked through the fabric.
Carmen kneeled down, forcing Jude’s fingers out of her—but not before they passed over her clit that was still throbbing for more pleasure. Carmen looked up at Jude and smiled, then leaned in close to breathe in Jude’s scent before she slipped her hands on either side of the panties and pulled them off her, her smooth ass now bare against the concrete railing.
Carmen flicked her tongue out, slowly sliding from the base of Jude’s pussy all the way to the top of her clit. The taste of Jude was everything she had craved for so long.
Jude’s scent and taste flooded Carmen’s senses until all that was left in her personal universe was Jude. She teased the tip of her tongue along Jude’s clit, taking special care to touch every part of it. She slipped a finger inside Jude, feeling her loosen to allow Carmen space, and Carmen delighted in hearing Jude’s whimpers and moans as she began to work with her mouth and her fingers.
“More,” Jude gasped, and Carmen added another finger, curling them forwards and beginning to fuck Jude as she took Jude’s clitoris tenderly in her mouth and began to suck gently.
“Oh, holy fuck…. Carmen,” Jude’s voice was gravely and desperate with need as Carmen felt Jude’s hand grab the back of her head, pulling it close.
She kept her rhythm with her fingers thrusting in and out as she kept the gentle suckling on Jude’s clitoris.
She could feel Jude’s whole body tensing and her pussy threatening to crush Carmen’s fingers as her climax grew close.
“Oh.. Jesus.. Carmen… this is….”
When Jude’s orgasm came, Carmen felt Jude tighten further around her fingers and the aftershocks ripple through Jude’s body as she cried out in pleasure.
After, Jude’s body went slack as she used the terrace railing to hold her bodyweight, and Carmen sat there, on her knees, smiling up at Jude.
“I told you I wasn’t done with you,” Jude panted as she tried to catch her breath.
“I know.”
Carmen felt a shiver down her body as she saw Jude’s eyes gleam with desire, so she wasn’t at all surprised when Jude gently pushed her down the rest of the way on the cold concrete and ripped her pants and panties down to her knees.
Nor was she at all surprised when Jude simultaneously plunged three fingers back inside her with one hand while roughly grabbing her breast with the other.
But what did surprise her was how quickly her body responded to Jude’s rough touch, her body began to writhe and moan as soon as Jude penetrated her. She felt her body jolting beneath Jude as her fingers fucked her hard and fast.
Jude had no mercy and the weight of her pressed Carmen down into the concrete whilst her magic fingers impaled her and thrust into her again and again.
She felt the fingers of Jude’s left hand gripping her nipple hard and it sent pulses of pleasure/pain through every inch of her body.
Carmen was completely lost in the pure sensation of being pinned down and fucked hard, she did even recognize the screams coming from her lips.
She did feel herself squirting, once, twice, again and then again as Jude’s strong fingers banged her G spot.
Carmen would have been surprised when her orgasm came, except she wasn’t sure she was even capable of conscious thought at that point anymore.
It crashed through her, like a tsunami, taking with it any last thoughts Carmen might have had of remaining in control of their sex.
And after the orgasm finished rocking through her body, she lay on the cold terrace ground in a pool of her own wet, as Jude slid out of her and rolled off her to lie next to her and take her in her arms.
“That was…” Jude started.
“Incredible.”
“You are incredible,” Jude kissed her tenderly.
There was a perfect minute of post orgasmic haze before Jude’s voice disrupted her.
“We just crossed every single professional boundary. I’m supposed to be the one protecting you.”
“And you can’t do that anymore?”
Jude stilled, her body coiling with tension again. “I don’t know,” she finally whispered. “I don’t want to lose my objectivity and focus. If I do and…”
“I know,” Carmen whispered. “I know.” Carmen leant in and kissed her before they both pulled apart and got up gathering their clothes.
Even though Carmen understood their need to keep their professional distance and not breach those boundaries anymore, she didn’t expect to feel the pain in her heart cut as deeply as it did.