Don't Go Yet (Camila/You)| Book 2

Chapter 9

Y/n watched as Camila inhaled quickly, nostrils flaring as the other woman's tears threatened to spill out onto her cheeks. The brunette got up from her seat and sank down to her knees in front of the artist, reaching forward to cup Y/n's face gently.

The action alone made the artist's knees go weak and she was grateful to be seated. They stared at one another without uttering a single word, spending those few precious seconds to regain what the last few years had stolen.

In that moment, Y/n was catapulted back to when they first met. The wave of nostalgia hit her like a freight train, but it was the realization of something that hit her twice as hard.

The realization that this was it for her. She would never find someone who meant as much as Camila did. Someone who could make her world explode and, in the same breath, painstakingly put it back together again.

Someone to grow old with.

But even as she stared down at Camila, their lips inches away from one another's, Y/n stayed silent. It didn't feel fair, it felt like she was on fire, drowning in silent anguish with no way to save herself. But her soul forced itself to focus on the one thing that really mattered: Camila's happiness.

Though whatever remained of her heart already belonged to the brunette woman in front of her.

Y/n was pulled from her thoughts by the feeling of Camila's fingers brushing over her cheek making her eyes close. She forced herself to stay silent, preparing for the words that she was dreading to hear.

But they never came.

Instead, Y/n felt a pair of soft lips encase her own. The magnitude of the unexpected kiss nearly pulled her from the sofa, but she managed to stop herself from sliding forward at the last moment. She reached down, pulling the brunette up off the floor and into her lap, never once breaking contact.

They clung desperately to each other as if one would disappear at any moment. Camila had moved her hands, gripping the front of Y/n's t-shirt and balling the fabric up so tightly that her fists had turned a light shade of red. Their lips danced together as the kiss turned from desperate to lustful, an animalistic urge beginning to take over.

Quiet moans filled the room as Y/n pulled back, only to reattach her lips to the woman's neck. She harshly bit down on the soft flesh, sucking on each spot until a dark red spot began to form. Y/n leaned back and took off her shirt, shivering slightly when Camila's fingers brushed up against her bare stomach.

With one flick of her wrist, the buttons on Camila's shirt came undone and Y/n inhaled sharply when their naked torsos made contact. Camila gasped when Y/n stood to her feet quickly and wrapped her legs around the taller woman's waist. Panting, she pointed down towards one of the darkened hallways.

"The bedroom is—oh fuck!"

The artist had taken the brief distraction to shove two fingers deep within the woman's heat. Y/n looked up at Camila, almost smirking as the brunette's words were swallowed by a loud moan exiting her lips. Her fingers were slick with wetness, the fluids running down her arm as she pumped them in and out slowly.

As Camila became a wriggling mess above her, she carefully pulled them out and brought the brunette down so that they were eye level once again. Y/n wasted no time laying Camila down on the couch, trying her best to ignore the painful throbbing below.

She'd only managed to get her pants and boxers past her thighs before she was suddenly pulled down by Camila. The other woman hadn't said a word, only swiping some of her own wetness to slide down Y/n's shaft.

"It's about you today." Y/n groaned out, trying to ignore how good Camila's hand felt.

The brunette stopped her actions for a moment, gripping the bottom of Y/n's chin with her free hand.

"No, it's about us. Now fuck me. Hard."

The words ignited something deep inside of the artist. A nearly painful desire that pulled her forwards without hesitation. Her body glided downwards, the other woman's legs willingly spreading and wrapping around Y/n's slim torso.

The heat between them only intensified as she dropped her hips even lower, pushing herself inside with one quick thrust. A guttural moan left both of their lips, Y/n, now blinded by her closed lids but wholly aware of the pleasurable clenching around her length, let her head fall between the apex of Camila's shoulder and neck.

She thrusted harshly, feeling Camila's fluids run down her balls as she mercilessly pounded into her heat. Filthy sounds reverberated around the room, only punctuated by Camila's incessant moaning.

"Please..."

The whispered word made the artist almost freeze, desperation dripping from each letter as Camila dug her fingernails deep into her back. Y/n forced her hips even faster, feeling her abdominal muscles burn with every movement. She pushed her own high away as she leaned down to take one nipple between her teeth.

Y/n felt Camila arch up into her, finally letting go of the Cuban's hands so that she could wrap her arms around the woman's upper body. Camila's moans had only gotten louder, almost turning into a strangled cry as waves of pleasure crashed over her body.

Her body stilled, Y/n watching as her eyelids slammed shut and her mouth froze making an 'o' shape. A long string of Spanish curse words tumbled out of the Cuban's lips as she came undone, fingers tangled within the artist's hair. Y/n groaned, pulling her cock out just in time to shoot her load onto Camila's chest and stomach.

The artist felt herself collapse in exhaustion next to Camila, both women panting as sweat dripped from their bodies. Y/n glanced over at Camila's face, trying her best to memorize this moment. She didn't want to break whatever spell had befallen the two of them, so she just pulled the brunette into her arms.

Y/n let her eyes close on their own, forcing herself to not lose hope that Camila would be there when she woke up.