Never Say Never

Chapter 25

"You are so beautiful." Camila looks at her with reverence in her eyes, her touch achingly soft as she slides her hands up Lauren's sides and over the soft planes of her stomach.

Camila's spread out on her back underneath her, Lauren straddling her hips, her blouse hanging open, the buttons undone by Camila's eager hands.

Her eyes are dark and heated, her hair mussed from Lauren's fingers, and Lauren leans down to kiss her again, open-mouthed and messy, shrugging out of her blouse completely when Camila pushes it off her shoulders.

Camila's hands are everywhere – running over her back, sliding into her hair, grabbing her ass, palming at her breasts – and it's driving her wild, her heart racing, need settling in her stomach and pulsing between her thighs.

She yanks Camila's own shirt over her head, gets her hands on soft skin and sighs happily into Camila's mouth. She cups Camila's breasts in her hands, finds the clasp of her bra and at Camila's 'god, please' whispered against her lips she flicks it open with a twist of her fingers.

Camila is beautiful, perfect, and Lauren wants her mouth on her, kisses down her neck and lower until she can take a nipple between her teeth, biting and sucking until Camila is breathless and panting beneath her.

She drags her kisses lower, over Camila's stomach, muscle tensing beneath her mouth, Camila's hips shifting restlessly beneath her, her and fisted tight in Lauren's hair.

"Do you want to stop?" Lauren asks, when her mouth reaches the waistband of Camila's jeans, and she knows that if she takes them off, they'll be past the point of no return – she won't want to stop until Camila is spent and exhausted beneath her.

"God, no, I-I want you." Camila's voice is husky, her eyes dark with desire and Lauren's stomach flips, and she's never wanted anything more than she wants this, to feel Camila come apart against her. "Please ."

Lauren could get used to making her beg, but she doesn't want to draw this out – not tonight. She's too impatient, too worked up, and she's quick to shuffle off the bed, her hands dragging Camila's jeans down her legs and onto the floor, stepping out of her own pants whilst she's there.

She crawls back up the length of Camila's body, mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses to the inside of her thigh as she goes, and Camila whimpers, muscles twitching beneath her lips, and when Lauren presses a bite against her skin, Camila says 'fuck , Lauren'  like her name is a prayer.

Lauren can smell her want, puts her mouth on Camila over her underwear, feels how soaked she is and groans, low in the back of her throat, Camila's hips arching against her when she kisses at her clit.

"Lauren, please." Camila's voice is needy, her fingers threaded through Lauren's hair, and Lauren can't deny her, lets her lift her hips so that she can slide her underwear down long legs.

Lauren slides back up Camila's body to kiss her as she finally glides her hand between Camila's thighs – she's soaked, her hips shifting as Lauren's fingers skate over her clit, her hands digging into the small of her back.

Lauren kisses her as she slips inside her, first with one finger and then two, her thumb finding Camila's clit and when her kisses become messy and un-coordinated, Lauren leans back, takes in Camila's face, her head thrown back against Lauren's pillows, her eyes closed and her teeth biting down on her bottom lip, and Lauren thinks she's never seen a more beautiful sight, wants to see this again and again and again, wants this image emblazoned on the back of her eyelids so she can never forget what Camila looks like like this.

"Look at me," she implores, fingers pressing deeper, thumb circling faster, and Camila whimpers, turns her head and opens her eyes and the look in them sets Lauren aflame.