The Lies We Tell Ourselves

Chapter 10: A New Beginning

Selena's POV

After what felt like an eternity of tense courtroom battles and endless days of preparation, Camila and I finally found ourselves back in the comfort of her living room, basking in the afterglow of our hard-won victory. We sat nestled together on the couch, our bodies still thrumming with the remnants of adrenaline and relief. I had my head rested on her shoulder, my fingers tracing idle patterns on her thigh as we sipped our well-deserved glasses of wine.

Our pain had brought us closer together, forging a bond between us that felt unbreakable. Our friendship had deepened into something far more profound, something that felt like the foundation of something truly extraordinary. And as I looked into her warm brown eyes, a thought popped into my mind that I couldn't ignore.

'Camila,' I began, my voice steady and sure. 'I know we're just friends, but I wanted to know if you would like to co-parent my 10-month-old daughter, Kelly, with me. I mean, adopt her. She loves you, and I know you love her. I see it every time you interact with her, and I want her to have that in her life.'

Her eyes widened, and a brilliant smile spread across her face. 'So, what you're saying is you want to be a family—a real family?' she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

I nodded, feeling my heart race in my chest. 'Yes,' I whispered. 'I do.'

'Of course, pretty lady,' she said, her voice thick with emotion. 'I adore you and your daughter. You have changed my world in such a short amount of time.'

And with that, we kissed for the first time, our lips meeting in a soft, tender embrace that spoke volumes. It was a kiss filled with promise and hope, a kiss that felt like the beginning of something beautiful.

We broke apart, our breaths mingling in the air between us. And without a word, we made our way to her bedroom, shedding clothes as we went. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I knew in my heart that this was right. This was where we were meant to be.

Once we reached her bed, she pushed me down gently, her eyes dark with desire. She started kissing down my body, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I squirmed under her touch, my body responding to her in ways I couldn't even begin to describe.

She reached my panties and hooked her fingers under the waistband, pulling them down slowly. I lifted my hips, helping her as she exposed me to her gaze. She looked at me with such raw desire that it took my breath away.

'So beautiful,' she murmured, her fingers tracing the delicate skin of my inner thighs.

And then, she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste me. I arched off the bed, the sensation almost too much to bear. She licked and sucked, her fingers finding their way inside me, curling up to hit that spot that made me see stars.

She worked me with her mouth and fingers, driving me closer and closer to the edge. And when I finally came, it was with a cry that I couldn't hold back. She didn't seem to mind, her mouth still on me as I breathed through the aftershocks.

When I caught my breath, I pulled off her panties, my fingers finding her slick and ready for me. I ran a thumb through her slit, marveling at how wet she was. 'Fuck, Camila,' I whispered, my voice full of awe.

And then, I leaned down, my mouth finding hers as I began to kiss her. She moaned into my mouth, her hips thrusting up to meet my fingers. I started to move inside her, my fingers curling and twisting in a rhythm that made her moan louder.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as I continued to work her with my fingers. She was so tight, so hot, and so very, very wet. I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her in that moment.

'Selena,' she gasped, her fingers digging into my back. 'I've never loved my name more than I do right now.'

I added a third finger, stretching her further as I fucked her harder. She was moaning constantly now, her body shaking with the need to come. And when she finally did, it was with a cry that echoed through the room.

She squirted everywhere, coating my hand and the sheets beneath us. I didn't stop, my fingers still moving inside her as she came down from her high. And when she finally stilled, I pulled out slowly, watching as her body relaxed beneath me.

We lay there, tangled together in a mess of sweat and sheets, our hearts beating in time with each other. And as I looked into Camila's eyes, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story.