Our Little Love ➳ Camila Cabello

thirty-two

"Camila, what are you doing?" I asked obviously confused as to where this was headed.
She ran her fingers through her long dark hair and smiled, "You didn't invite me here just to hang out. I'm not dumb. I know that song was because of me."
"What if it wasn't?"
"Oh, please." She scoffed, "'He won't make you feel this pretty. He won't make you feel this beautiful?' I know it was because of me. I could see it in your eyes when you were singing."
I sighed, "Why are you crawling on top of me then?"
"To do this." Camila softly whispered as she leaned in to collide her lips with mine.

It was a reflex to rest my hands on her hips and grip them tightly. Kissing her is absolutely different than when I'm kissing Ariana. Or than when I kissed Lauren.

When I kissed Lauren, it felt rushed and lustful. Although, it was amazing, I know it's mostly our hormones. We both have needs that are willing to be fulfilled but neither of us would do anything about it.

When I kissed Ariana, it was just innocence for the moment. It was nice and I could take it further but there's something in my gut telling me that something's up.

Then when I kiss Camila, my whole life changes. I go through the most euphoric feeling. I love her more than anything, but when she hurts me, I can't help but feel like my world crumbles around my feet which leaves me in a dark tunnel of swirling emotions.

Camila entangled her hands in my hair and pressed her body closer to mine.

She pulled away to catch her breath and smiled at me, "I love you."
"I love you, too." I responded without thinking because I still do.
"Will you come back with me?" Camila asked with her big brown eyes staring deep into mine. Those eyes. I haven't seen them this close in ages.
"Come back with you where?"
"The hotel." She said with a seductive smile. "I want to see how pretty you can make me feel."
I tried to tell her, "Camila, I don't think-"
Mila dove her mouth on to my neck and latched on, lightly sucking and kissing my flesh. "I won't take no for an answer."

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Camila and I left in a frenzy. Lust was eating away at me with each passing second. We made it to her hotel room and Camila rushed me inside.

"Where's Mani? Isn't she sharing a room with you?" I asked almost breathless as Camila kissed my neck and guided me backwards towards the bed.
She ripped off my jacket and pushed me to lay down, "It doesn't matter. She'll be out for the rest of the day."
I let her kiss my neck and slowly trail down while her lips kissed through the fabric of my shirt, "Camila, Camila. Wait."
"What?" She grumpily asked.
I sighed, "This can't mean anything. I don't want to be hurt. I told you that we could do something about our relationship when I'm done with my movie in 2 weeks."
Camila frowned but quickly recovered a smile, "Well, then. Let's just say this is a friendly moment." She got up from the bed and stood at the end to pull her shirt off over her head, "In fact, I feel like taking a shower." She pulled down her pants revealing her tight thong that was complementing her ass perfectly.

My mouth dropped. I wasn't sure what was happening or how I got myself into this mess. I mean, I just sang a song and now I'm in her hotel room, but I'm not complaining.

Camila began walking to the bathroom but peeked her head around the corner and smirked, "Are you coming or not?"
I got up and started to strip off my shirt before standing in the doorway.

Camila was already stripped of all her clothes and bent over to turn the shower on. My eyes were on fire. I'm sure my face changed hues. I was in awe of that little Cuban. Her perfection is out of this world. The shower began to steam and Camila turned around to look at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you having trouble with those shorts, mi todo?" Camila slowly tiptoed over to me with the look of lust in her eyes.
I was frozen. I couldn't answer her. It was like she had me under some weird spell. Camila began to press her lips to mine and softly move them while her fingers trailed down my torso to the band of my shorts. Without warning, she shoved her hand into my pants and rested it between the fabric of my panties and the denim of the shorts, softly rubbing me through the fabric. I threw my head back as Camila sucked on my collar bone. She took her hand out of my pants and used her nimble fingers to unbutton my shorts and yank them down around my ankles.