Ambivalence

What's Said In Bed (Smut)

Camila

I woke up, and the first thing I noticed was how soft the bed was. I ran my hand over the blue satin sheets and the memories flooded my mind. I could still feel her skin under my fingertips. Sitting up and taking the sheet with me as I did, I heard the shower running. The clock beside me said it was only 1 AM.

I can make my escape now...or I can join her. My heart rate quickened. I knew my answer and let go of the sheet.

I wasn't sure why I was like this. If I went a while without sex, it was like I forgot how great it was, and then when I had it again, it was all I wanted...like a child who had candy for the first time. Odd was the fact that I had only ever had sex with one other man, Shawn. He had been my first, and I had thought he was good. I'd had nothing to compare him with, but Lauren...I now understood why my bedroom wall had shaken as it did.

Everything in the marble bathroom was coated with steam, and yet I could still see the way water dripped down every muscle of hers right down to her legs, and how she had cute dimples on her white ass. 

"Lauren," I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear me.

She turned, wiping the water from her emerald-green eyes and brushing her dark black hair back. Her eyes wandered down my naked body, taking it all in, and, opening the shower door, she held out a hand for me, using her body to shield me from the hot water until I got used to it. She held me, her hands resting on my ass.

"Did you just get up?" she asked.

I nodded, running my hands up her stomach. "I thought about leaving before you came out."

"You made a much better choice," she replied, one of her hands coming up to cup my cheek.

I leaned into it.

"We've crossed a bridge, and there's no going back. I don't want to. I want what happened last night to happen repeatedly."

"Which part?" I kissed her neck. "The part where you made me come with your fingers and tongue? Or the part where I rode you...no, it has to be when you flipped me down and fucked me like a whore on your couch." I kissed her chin. "Whatever part, I'm more than happy to do it again."

She pushed me up against the wall, her hands on either side of my face. "Keep talking like that, Karla, and you won't be able to walk out of this shower, or my apartment, for that matter."

I smirked. "You promise?"

Her lips crashed down on mine, her hand cupping between my legs, and as I moaned she broke away slowly, her hand never stopping...not that I would let it. I held on to it, rocking right into the palm as she watched me.

"You are sinfully beautiful, Ms. Cabello," she whispered.

With my free hand, I grabbed her, enjoying how she throbbed in my hand.

Holding on to the wall and to me, Lauren grinned as she closed her eyes, lips parting as I stroked the length of her.

She let go of the wall, gripping my hand, her eyes sharp and focused as she stared at me.

"You have me in the palm of your hand, Camila."

I moaned, feeling another of her fingers slip inside me.

"And I can't have that."

"Do your worst," I told her.

She let go of me, raising her hand to my lips and, as I knew she wanted, I licked up slowly. Grabbing my waist, she spun me around.