Caminah Smuts

Trying To Top

It wasn't like Dinah didn't like being the dominant one. She enjoyed it. It kind of gave her a little power trip. She was in control; she was the leader. But when Camila was giving her a pouty face and sitting on top of her half naked...well she wasn't going to complain too much.

"I wanna try top for once." Camila frowns, slipping the tips of her fingers underneath the hem of Dinah's sleep shirt.

"You sure?" Dinah smirks and brings her fingers over Camila's bra strap. "You don't have to." Dinah says as she pulls the left strap down over the smooth skin of Camila's shoulder.

"I'm positive." Camila swats Dinah's hand away lightly and giggles. "I just wanna make you feel good."

"But you do already." Now it's Dinah's turn to frown. She doesn't want Camila to think she has to top just to prove something.

"Just, shut up." Camila rolls her eyes and leans down to kiss her girlfriend firmly on the lips.

"Never." Dinah mumbles against the rosy lips she loves.

Camila slips her pink tongue past her lips to drag softly over Dinah's, grinning when Dinah opens her mouth eagerly. Her tongue slips into the warm inviting mouth, both girls groaning when their tongues come into contact. Camila's fingers flex on Dinah's stomach before pushing the way oversized shirt easily above Dinah's breasts. She was surprised to find no bra getting in her way. Camila pulls away to sit up (much to Dinah's dismay) and stares down at her, blushing at the flustered and exposed girl below herself.

"Good so far?" Camila asks sincerely and Dinah can't help but laugh at the cuteness of it all.

"Yeah, all good," Dinah grins when Camila's eyes light up.

"Yay! I mean...that's cool." Camila smiles sheepishly before bringing her hands down to untie the drawstring of Dinah's pajama shorts. She feels her heart pounding in her ears as she realizes she has no idea what she wants to do. She takes a breath before tugging the fabric down (along with Dinah's underwear because even Camila can't stand too much foreplay) and discards the clothing elsewhere.

"Eager?" Dinah teases and Camila slaps her thigh lightly.

Camila readjusts herself. She climbs off of Dinah's body and pulls Dinah's legs apart before climbing in between them, blushing at the sight of the newly exposed flesh.

Dinah laughs.

"Mila, you've seen it a bunch of times. You don't have to be embarrassed every time." Camila smiles sheepishly again before nodding. She couldn't help it really; it was just who she was. She could kiss Dinah a thousand times and she'd still feel the tingles and shivers just like the first time. It was probably even worse with sex.

Camila settles in between her lover's legs and leans over the girl, placing a small kiss on the tip of Dinah's nose before pulling the big shirt over her head. Camila shivers when Dinah's hand move behind her back and unclip her bra, the now loose clothing slipping off easily. Dinah smirks and slides her hands down over Camila's butt, squeezing it and giggling at the squeak that comes out of the the older girl before hooking her thumbs into the hem of the panties and pulling them as far down as she could (she let Camila kick them off the rest of the way).

Now they're both naked, and Camila thinks it should come easy. But it doesn't. Camila still doesn't know what to do.

"Unng, Camila." Dinah pulls her hands away from Camila's scalp to claw at the bedsheets, afraid she'd accidentally rip the girl's hair out. Camila moves her tongue faster over her clit, drawing stars and hearts and her name as if to claim it; to claim Dinah.

Dinah's in bliss. Her mind is hazy, her body covered in sweat and she doesn't think she can stop moaning ever. Camila's good. She's so fucking good and she's almost angry with herself for not suggesting Camila to top sooner. Suddenly the younger girl feels a probe at her entrance and she squeaks, forcing her eyes open to look down at the girl between her legs.

She almost comes when she finds Camila looking back up at her with a smile, her tongue still stimulating her. Two of Camila's fingers are positioned at Dinah's entrance and she moans, throwing herself back onto the bed and grinding her hips forward. She wants it, she wants to so badly to have Camila take her and for her fingers to make her squirm and come undone. Camila compiles, easily sliding her digits into the molten sex.

Camila marvels when Dinah basically begs her for release, back arched slightly and eyes shut so tight they might not ever open again. She's never seen Dinah so vulnerable, so...so submissive. And it's hot. It's so hot that Camila will do anything in her power to have this Dinah appear in her life again.

Camila climbs back over Dinah's body, still slipping in and out of her and leans down to peck at the sweaty skin of Dinah's neck.

"Mila." Dinah's voice is raw and strained and Camila has barely done anything. Dinah's eyes flutter and she falls into the pit of pleasure that Camila has set for her. Everywhere she feels Camila, she sees her, she smells her. It's paradise and hell all at once when the pressure in Dinah's stomach reaches almost unbearable heights and Dinah wraps her legs around Camila's back; the new angle helping Camila's fingers slip in deeper, wet slapping and Dinah's moans being the only sound in the room.

Dinah cries out when Camila bites at her neck and the pressure is released. Camila groans when the muscles around her fingers constrict and trap them there; an unbelievable amount of wetness slipping out onto her palm and down her wrist. Dinah's back arches into the body above her and Camila peppers kisses all over her face, watching in awe at an amazing Dinah orgasm. Dinah's body flops back down spent onto the bed and she shivers when Camila's fingers slide out of her.

Camila smiles against her girlfriend's cheek and admires the post-coital flush on Dinah. She blows air onto her neck and shoulders and Dinah smiles tiredly at the cooling sensation.

"So... I guess I should top more right?" Camila whispers after a minute or so of just laying there. Dinah laughs, her voice hoarse.

"Yeah. Definitely."