Good Girl Gone Bad

Eleven.

Camila couldn't think straight.

Her mind was struggling to know where to focus as Shawn's hands and mouth created pits of fire around her body. She found his lips enticing, putting all her energy into the mouth that was covering hers, before the fingers cupping her panties would bring all her attention back to the electricity that was being created below. But all it took was for her to feel a tongue pushing against hers before the hand making her feel indescribable things would be momentarily forgotten about again as she focused on kissing him silly. And then fingertips would skim along the side of her thong, making her hairs stand on edge again for her lips to become sloppy and uncontrolled.

Everything was a blur.

All she knew was that she'd never felt more alive than in that moment.

Just like their kiss in the bathroom, Shawn tasted dark and earthy – a musk of smoke with a hint of sweetness that sent her senses tingling and the goosebumps running across her skin. It was a fine line between being too much and she couldn't help but pull herself back to catch her breath, "Oh god," She gasped, as he pulled her back on top of him, their bodies tumbling onto the bed amongst the messy sheets as her chest heaved.

"Breathe," He whispered, cradling her neck in his arm as his other hand pulled her skirt up. She nodded silently and he couldn't help put grin at her pretty face – she didn't look like she remotely taken in what he'd said, "I mean it," He added, running his fingers up her thigh to the top of her thong.

"I am," She breathed, her eyes squeezing shut as he moved his digits underneath the black material.

"Enjoy it," He kissed the side of her face, fighting a smirk as she gasped again.

"I am," She repeated, her mouth blindly searching for his as his thumb grazed over her clit. She moaned against his lips, grinding against his hand as she silently begged for more.

The arm underneath her head wrapped around her tighter, his fingertips grazing her jawline as he kissed her hard and a finger slipped inside her. She was tight and hot and wet and by her reaction, he instinctively knew that no one had done this to her before. "Breathe," He reminded her as their lips separated for three seconds before he was rushing back to swallow her moans again as he began to move his finger inside her.

She pushed her hips against his hand, grabbing his hair as he pushed another finger deep into her and began to pump, "Oh god, oh god," She pulled her lips off his and threw her head back against his pillow, gripping onto him tight as her body tried to cope with the new sensations she was experiencing. "Shawn."

"Let go," He encouraged her, his thumb continuing to stimulate her clit as his two digits kept up their ministrations.

"I..."

"I know," He murmured, capturing her lips with his as she snapped, coming undone in his arms as her scream reverberated in his mouth. His hand stilled as his mouth continued working, encouraging her tongue to tenderly meet with his own as she came down form her high.

It was so desperate.

He was painfully hard, his cock straining against the front of his jeans, but he wanted it all to be about her. He imagined it was the first time she'd just felt things, let her heart rule her head and given herself to someone just as she was. He wasn't going to add himself into the mix, not when it was such a pivotal moment for her. He didn't want her to change one damn bit just because she thought that might be what he wanted.

He kissed her one final time, his face remaining stoic as she pulled her hands from his hair and covered her face, her cheeks flushing under the heat of the moment. But he didn't let up, trailing his mouth down her neck, along her décolletage until he was crawling down the bed and pushing her skirt up higher around her waist, guiding her thong down her legs.

"What?" She mumbled, pushing herself up on her elbows slightly to see what he was doing.

"Shh," He encouraged her, linking his fingers with hers as he pressed a delicate kiss against her hipbone. "Lie back," He instructed her, his lips ghosting over the skin to her mound before he was putting his mouth exactly where his thumb had just been.

"Oh," She moaned, happily widening her legs as his hands came to rest on her inner thigh. "Shawn," Her voice feathered as he pushed his tongue up into her. It felt like whatever part of him was touching her, the same electricity was being sent cursing through her body. But it was different too – having his hands in her had felt amazing, unlike anything she'd ever experienced and yet having his mouth on her was already familiar yet indescribable. She was ready to pull him on top of her and tell him to take her fully.

This was what it felt like to be wanted, to feel desired by someone. And for the first time she knew what it felt to want that person back just as much.

She felt it again; the stirrings, the unrestrained lust that sent her spiralling back over the edge into an abyss of pleasure. She muffled her scream against her arm, gripping onto the sheets with her spare hand as Shawn continued to worship her with his mouth. "Stop," She managed to get out, finding the energy to reach for him and encourage him back up to her level.

"You drive me crazy," He murmured, one hand groping her butt as the other tangled in her hair again.

She breathed heavily, staring into his eyes, "I..." She was too dazed and confused to formulate a response, averting her gaze as embarrassment flushed on her cheeks.

"Trust me," He muttered, using a finger to encourage her eyes back up to his, "I know exactly how that made you feel."

"I've never..." She stuttered again, chewing on her bottom lip as the hand on her butt made it's way up to her waist and squeezed, stopping her mid-sentence. She glanced down at his lips, subconsciously wetting her own before she closed her eyes in anticipation as he kissed her again. It was slow and tender, but it still made the butterflies flutter, the heat pool.

When he pulled away, there was pure lust, pure satisfaction behind his eyes. "We should go downstairs," He said after a silence pause, stroking a thumb along her red and swollen bottom lip. "They might be back soon."

Camila nodded, hanging onto his every word as he sat up and handed her the black thong he pulled off. She blushed again, clutching them in her hand and only looking up when he pushed himself off the bed and stood up. "Thanks," She eventually muttered, shuffling to the edge of the bed.

"Hey," He stopped her, moving round to stand in front of her. She looked up at him as he cupped her cheeks in the palms of his hands, an unreadable look on his face before he was bending down and claiming her mouth as his. She let him take all he wanted, following his lead as he used his teeth to bite on her bottom lip before his tongue soothed the sting.

He stilled, his lips still on hers before he stood and simply left the room. She watched him go, clutching her sodden panties to her chest as she heard the bathroom door shut down the hallway.

Even without him in front of her, without him touching her, she still couldn't think straight.

And as long as he was on her mind; taunting her, teasing her with his words and his body, she didn't know if she ever would.