FORGET YOU LAUREN

CHAPTER 19

Track 14: Dress (2:14)
Camila POV
Lauren took me through the emergency exit doors of the billiard room and the snow-covered yard leading to the back entrance of the cottage. She held me by her side as the strong winds and snow hit us, and when we finally got to her room, she pulled me to the fireplace and sat me down.
Slowly taking my clothes off my body, she kept her gaze fixed on mine. She slid her hand down my back and let go of my bra, pushing it off my shoulders and dropping it to the ground.
"Take off your heels," she said, throwing my dress on the floor.
I obeyed and she put them closer to the fire.
She took off her blouse and jeans, putting them near my clothes to dry, then clasped my hand and took me to bed.
Without a word, she pushed me to the mattress, so my back was against the sheets.
She climbed on top of me, kissing me from my thighs, my stomach, my breasts, taking a while to caress every inch of my skin with her tongue. Then she set all the nerves on my body on fire while repeating the route with her lips once again.
"I have a question," she whispered, once she reached my neck. "And I need you to give me an honest answer instead of one of your creative lies..."
She covered my mouth with hers before I could answer. Controlling my lips, she rubbed her hands against my legs and spread them a little.
"In one of your letters, you wrote that there was an older guy from art school who dated during your freshman year," she said, whispering. "You said he ate your pussy for hours and it was so good that he ruined you for all the others..." She briefly bit my lower lip and looked right into my eyes. "Was that true?"
"Part of it..."
She raised her eyebrow. "Which part?"
"The part about him being an older guy from art school," I stopped. "That's it."
She let out a low laugh and shook her head. Then she moved back and kissed my thighs, making me absolutely useless.
Moving to the ground, she got on her knees and looked at me for a few seconds. Then she grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me forward in a gentle motion, running my legs over her shoulders.
Without giving me a chance to react, she buried her head in my pussy and sucked my swollen clit in her mouth.
"Fuck, Lauren..." I immediately sat down and grabbed her hair. "Wait, slow down a bit..."
She didn't.

She continued swirling her tongue against me, using her own rhythm to devour me. Each time I called for her to slow down, she paused and slid two deep fingers inside of me—all while letting her tongue kiss my lips the way she wanted to.

"Ahhh...". I screamed when my pussy started throbbing against her tongue, while my hips squirmed against her face.
I couldn't hold back if I tried, and I fell against the bed when an intense orgasm dominated me and made me shout her name on top of my lungs.
Closing my eyes, I still felt her kissing my thighs. My stomach.
When she stopped, I lay still for a few minutes.
I heard the sound of water running in the bathroom and rolled over on my stomach.

Minutes later, I felt a warm cloth between my legs, I felt her kissing the small of my back.
"We're not done, Camila..." she whispered. "Not even close".
"What?" I could barely hear my own voice. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me". She slid her hands against my hips, positioning me on all fours. "We're just getting started..."
Grabbing my hips, she slowly slid her cock inside me, making me cry out when she pushed herself inch by inch.Making me remember just how fucking good she felt when she was inside of me the first time.

She whispered, "You feel so fucking good..." against the back of my neck when she was completely buried inside of me. Then she slapped my ass. "Grab the headboard..."

We didn't leave his room for the entire weekend.