K's Kollection

Little Minx

A/N: Doug doesn't exist in this universe. Not beta'd. All mistakes are mine

Chapter Summary: You and Kamala don't know each other. You meet at a club, and one thing has led to another. This is nothing but pure smut. You've been warned.

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You barely have the chance to close the door before you are pushed up against the wall. Her lips attack yours as her hands grasp your hips.

"You haven't even told me your name," You say when her lips leave yours to place kisses on any open skin.

Your knees nearly buckle when she finds a sensitive spot behind your ear. Your hands reach out to hold her hips to help steady yourself.

"You do not need to know my name," The woman says, trying to go back to what she was doing.

"Well, what am I supposed to call out when you have you have me writhing in a fit of passion?" You ask, hoping she might say something.

"Oh, she is a cheeky one," Kamala thinks to herself.

"I'm sure you'll think of something, kitten," The woman purrs in your ear.

"Do you know how sexy your voice is?" You gasp when she licks the shell of your ear.

"So I have been told," She says, pulling away from you and bringing you towards the bedroom.

Your back hits the mattress, and you sigh, feeling the cool silk against your hot skin.

She stands over you, and you watch slack-jawed as she begins to unbutton her shirt. Pulling it from its tucked position, the shirt is splayed open, displaying her smooth skin underneath. You wonder how it would feel under your hands, how it would taste on your tongue.

"You're staring," She chuckles.

"Can you blame me?" You say, pushing yourself up to sit up against the pillows.

"No, I guess I can't," She says, pulling at the foot of your jeans, hinting that she wants them taken off.

You decide to stand up to take off your jeans. The last thing you want is to look stupid, trying to shuck off your jeans in bed. Once your jeans are off, you are left in your corset top and underwear. In the back of your mind, you are thankful you had the hindsight to wear matching underwear. Judging by the reaction on the woman's face, she appreciates it too.

"You're staring," You say, beginning to undo your corset.

"Stop," She says, "Let me look at you first,"

She gestures for you to spin around, and she takes in the sight before her. Kamala licks her lips as her eyes run down your curves. She notes that you must have put on a shimmer body lotion because it looks like you're sparkling under the dim light of the hotel room.

Kamala closes the gap between the two of you. She overtakes the kiss without allowing you the chance to dominate. Her hands hold your hips in place before they snake around to skate down the curve of your ass. She palms the flesh in her hands before sitting on the bed so you semi-straddle her lap.

"You are beautiful," The woman says, breaking the kiss and nipping at the skin on your neck and then your cleavage. The room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and whimpers. You attempt to grind against her, but there is nothing to provide you with the friction you so desperately want.

"You must be aching," The woman teases.

"You have no idea," You pant.

Her hands pull you down so you are sitting on her lap fully. You make a noise of surprise at the sudden movement, but you quickly enjoy the new position. You wish that the corset was removed so you could feel her skin on yours.