Late afternoon set in and the heavens had opened above them, unleashing heavy flurries of snow to blanket the city. Sharp winds blew continuous seas of white nearly impossible to see through, the air outside cold and biting as a certain couple took refuge indoors in a cocoon of thick blankets and shared body heat.
Camila lay quietly beside her lover, listening to the wind howling outside contrasting with the quiet cadence of Dinah's breathing. Her hand was resting between Dinah's breasts, just above her heart, feeling its gentle, steady beating and the rhythmic rise and fall of Dinah's chest. Camila couldn't help the euphoric, peaceful feeling that filled her, unable even if she was willing to dismiss the contentment and serenity that came with the aftermath of their lovemaking. It was always amazing to be with Dinah like this, and something as simple as lying in bed with her lover, skin to skin, was a sweet and rare indulgence.
A wandering foot rubbed against her ankle, hooking around her calf as Dinah shifted beside her. Dinah slipped an arm around her waist to pull her closer and Camila obliged, fitting perfectly to the curves of Dinah's body. Camila rested her head on Dinah's shoulder as Dinah began to gently stroke her hair, running her fingers through the long, chocolate tresses.
"It's still snowing. Harder than before, too," she murmured softly, the matter-of-fact statement holding an inquiring lilt.
Camila caught the inflection to her voice, unable to hold back a small smile as she tilted her head to kiss Dinah's neck, flicking her tongue against the pulse. "The weather report said it's supposed to storm all afternoon, going into the night. If it stays this bad, you might not make your train."
Dinah gazed up at her fondly through hooded eyes, mouth curving into a smirk. "That's just such a pity, isn't it?"
Camila laid a hand against Dinah's cheek, turning her head to draw Dinah's mouth to hers. Dinah returned the kiss lingeringly with a thoroughness that stirred the heat inside Camila in a slow, steady flame. They parted, breathless, and Camila smiled as she leaned her head against Dinah's. A tiny smile blossomed in reply as Dinah skimmed her hands up the smooth expanse of Camila's back, lingering on her hips and then gently cupping her backside, earning a gasp of surprise as she lifted Camila up to straddle her.
Camila gazed down at her curiously, wondering at the new position, thought diverted when Dinah reached up to cup her breasts, teasingly flicking her thumbs over the dusky nubs hardening under her touch. Camila moaned softly, grasping at Dinah's shoulders for balance when Dinah suddenly reared up into a sitting position, pulling Camila tightly to her.
Her face level with Camila's chest, Dinah's breath was hot against the sensitized skin, and Camila shivered. Dinah's mouth closed around one soft swell, suckling the nipple tight and taut between her teeth. Camila gasped her name, hands sliding up Dinah's neck to tangle in her hair, holding Dinah to her. Camila whimpered in loss when Dinah disobeyed her wishes and drew back, then cried in pleasure as Dinah descended again, lavishing equal attention to the other breast.
Dinah was determined to make this last. She wanted to taste Camila, touch her, and worship the glorious body the singer gave her the honor of loving.
Her hand slipped between Camila's legs, a light caress along her inner thighs as Dinah brushed against wet warmth. Camila's sharp intake of breath was followed by Dinah's mouth on hers, tongue slipping in and Camila eagerly meeting her in a deep, fervent kiss. Dinah dipped her fingers inside her lover, wet, hot and ready for her. One finger, two, and Camila moved against her hand, arching into the slide and friction.
Dinah fell back against the bed, taking Camila with her. Camila felt Dinah hard and erect against her and she rocked down, whimpering softly at the intimate contact.
