Caminah Smuts

Pure

Generally, Camila was rendered pure. In many aspects that was true. Ask her what 70% of slang meant and she couldn't tell you. Ask her the last time she wished that she could help the world and she would tell you now. Ask her how many times she had to be dragged away from animal shelters against her will and she would tell her that it was too many times to count.

Sure, Camila was pure, but when it came to her girlfriend pure might as well be a word she'd never heard before.

Because when it came to Dinah, pure isn't what she needed.

Camila is wearing lingerie. That really hot, sexy lingerie that ordinarily would've driven Dinah - anyone - wild. But Dinah was too concentrated on the release Camila wouldn't let her have. She'd been waiting for hours now, it feels like, for Camila to just let her fucking come. God, she knew she should've said no when Camila wanted to try edging. What kind of an idea was not coming during sex? It was torture.

"Please, Mila. Please," Dinah whimpers, any trace of being above begging long gone. Her ass is in the air, face buried in her pillow, along with her dignity, as she shook with arousal. "I-I thought I would be doing this to y-you."

Camila traces her fingers across Dinah's soaked core then retracts. "You weren't complaining a couple minutes ago." Dinah gasps at Camila's gentle touch.

"You were getting me off a couple minutes ago," she replies shakily. For a spilt second Dinah thinks of ending it all with her own fingers. It would be so easy. Tight circles around her clit, two fingers plunging into her core, curling her fingers against just the right spot.

"Mila, please, I'm dripping," Dinah pleads again, knowing better than to touch herself now. She knew her release had to be coming eventually, however long it was taking. "Mila, shit, can you just - fuck!"

A loud slap echoes through their hotel room. Dinah groans, thighs squeezing together. If Camila keeps this up she's going to come from this alone. Camila's hand stings from where it made contact with Dinah's exposed ass. "Be good," she hums, kissing the angry mark, "and you'll get what you want."

"O-okay," Dinah moans back, still relishing in the contact.

"Good girl," Camila coos.

And as if to prove her point, Camila settled into a sitting position and secures herself against Dinah's thighs. Camila lowers herself to Dinah's core and does exactly what Dinah had been asking her to do all night.

Camila drags her tongue along Dinah's slick folds, taking in the scent and taste that Dinah has to offer. She smelt and taste a little tangy but with an unmistakable sweet hint. God, Camila could eat her out for hours. She wanted this just as badly as Dinah did.

She encloses her mouth around her center and sucks gently, drawing her mouth outward with a loud smack. Dinah cries out at the simple contact, overly sensitive, and reaches back in a desperate search for Camila's hand.

"I don't do this enough," Camila points out. She inches one of her hands forward and laces it with Dinah's while her other slips into Dinah's slick heat, spreading her. "I never want to stop making you feel good."

"Don't stop," Dinah chokes in response, the beginning of tears brimming at her eyes. Hours of no release and sweet, torturous pleasure and Dinah's one orgasm away from losing it.

"Shit, baby," Camila whines gently as she reattaches her lips to Dinah's core. "You taste so fucking good."

Camila pulls away again, just because she can, heats up when Dinah's hips try and follow. By now, her legs have started to quiver violently, just as eager for release as Dinah was.

"I can't take much more," Dinah whimpers desperately. "I need you, Mila. Please."

Camila's lips enveloping her clit is indication enough if Camila was done teasing or not. "Do you think they know that I fuck you like this," Camila pants, slipping a finger into Dinah's core easily. "Do you think they know that I fuck you so hard you can barely breathe?"

Camila slips another finger into Dinah, now, thrusting to match the pace that Dinah puts out. She rolls her hips back into Camila's fingers, chest heaving. "I'm s-so fucking-"

"You're what, baby?" Camila teases, groaning momentarily at the slick, lewd noises Dinah makes.

"Cl-close."

Dinah flutters around her fingers, trying desperately to hang on the edge for a while longer. After all, she deserved this. It better be the release of a century (but when isn't it with Camila?).

Camila flips her over suddenly, causing Dinah to let out her loudest moan yet at the new position.

Camila's fingers stroke against her deeper, touch her harder. Her mouth falls open, little sounds tumbling out of her involuntarily. Her exposed abs glistens with a light layer of sweat.

"That's so hot," Camila mumbles, mostly to herself. "You're so sexy, baby."

Dinah's hands make their way into Camila's hair, shoving her head down in an effort to get her mouth there. Camila goes along with it, free of any snarky remarks. She presses her tongue against Dinah's neglected clit while she continues to pump in and out of her.

Dinah cries out. "Mila!"

"Come on, Dinah. Let go."

Dinah's walls tighten around her fingers, drawing out her heightened pleasure. The fist  full of hair she had a hold of tightens in her grip, keeping Camila in place.

"Mila, Mila, Camila, shit," Dinah grunts out, eyes screwing shut in pleasure. "I'm coming, I'm coming-"

"I've got you," Camila reassures against her clit. She pumps her fingers in order to help Dinah ride out her high.

Dinah bucks widely against her face, arching upward in a way that engulfs Camila's fingers in ways she didn't know were possible. Her body twitches, reacting to Camila in every single way it knew how. Dinah rides out her high, tears spilling from her eyes, chanting Camila's name like a broken record.

When she does finally calm down, Dinah holds Camila against her, enjoying the small pleasure she gets from Camila being inside of her. Eventually, Camila slips out, causing Dinah to grunt in response. Camila opens her mouth for her come soaked fingers, sucking them off until they were clean.

"Hey," she coos lovingly when she's done.

Dinah reaches her hand forward to touch Camila's face. "Hi."

"That was-"

"The best sex I've ever had," Dinah finishes. "I don't think I've came that hard in my entire life."

Dinah tugs on Camila's forearm, pulling her up. She plants a gentle kiss on her lips and sighs. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Camila slips out of bed and goes to fetch a damp washcloth, cleaning Dinah up. Dinah lets her, enjoying being cared for.

When Camila shimmies out of her lingerie and throws a big t-shirt over her head, Dinah's brow furrows. "What about you?"

"This was about you." Camila smiles, slipping into bed. She cuddles against Dinah's side, grabbing the remote to turn on the TV. "I love making you feel good."

Dinah sighs again, wondering how she ever got so lucky.