Keep Me Where The Light Is (Camren)

Ch 13 - Explicit - Repost

Let's try this again 😉 Wattpad thought it was too dirty the first time around.

WARNING: OK, You Win. You said more smut, I give you more smut. 😏

EXPLICIT AF.
Rough & Angry at some points. So if you're sensitive to this, please don't read.

[To Listen To: 'Skin', Rihanna]

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The strap-on and harness, fall to the floor with a heavy clunk, and while Camila's still shaking, face-down on the bed, I crawl up to her back, and I lay kisses on her shoulder.

She murmurs in response, then turns over, to bring my lips down to hers.

She pulls away briefly, and I catch that mischievous spark in her eye, and she says, "Go wash it, babe, it's my turn now."

I actually feel myself throbbing, just at the thought of what's to come.

I lean down and give Camila a quick peck on the cheek, before scrambling off the bed. On my way, I bend down to grab the strap-on to take it with me to the bathroom.

I catch my tousled reflection in the mirror, and I have this stupid, silly grin on my face.

Jesus christ, Lauren, have some chill; will you?

I proceed to run the faucet hot, and get right to it.

After a few minutes, there's a knock on the door, and when I turn, Camila's there with a knowing smile on her flushed face.

She's got some clothes tucked into a roll in her arms, and she quickly hides them behind her back when I give her a questioning look.

"Let me take over, you just wait in bed for me, 'kay?"

"O-okay," I respond, getting this feeling that she's up to something.

I leave the tap on, and squeeze past her, barely avoiding the slap she tries to land on my ass.

I get back into the dim room, climbing up onto the bed. I realize I still have my underwear on, so I quickly shed them.

Sitting with my back up to the headboard, I tuck my knees up to my chest, and wait with nervous excitement.

Camila doesn't take too long, but when she does step out of the bathroom, my mouth goes dry.

She's wearing a backwards snapback, a loose, black cutoff 1975 shirt without a bra on, and the leather strap-on is tightly secured around her hips.

She has her thumbs looped under the strap around her waist, and her cocky stance tells me that's she's about to show me how it's really done.

I wet my lips, letting my eyes take her all in, already feeling the heat spreading over every inch of my skin.

She looks me over, her brows coming together in a frown as she says, "Who said you could take your clothes off?"

Her tone is aggressive, and it makes me shiver with anticipation.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want," I answer, trying my best not to sound too eager for a fight.

She sees right through my attempt though, and replies, "Oh, is that what you were thinking earlier, hmm? With Halsey?"

My anger bristles genuinely, but it's hard to feel all that confident, when I'm buck naked like this.

So I say back, "What, like what you did with Cara?"