Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 33

           

"This bathtub is huge." Lauren commented as Camila slid in close behind her.

"It is. It was one of the things I just had to have when I first started on Broadway. Nothing more relaxing than a Jacuzzi bathtub."

Lauren nodded and smiled as the diva's hands ran up and down her back, loving the feel of their skin touching. "I can agree with that, but this is like a pool. I'm sitting in it and the water comes up past my chest. It probably comes up to your shoulders, doesn't it?" Lauren asked glancing playfully behind her to the beaming diva who pressed her face into the brunette's back.

"Don't make fun of my height."

"I love your height. You're so cute and tiny."

Camila sat back against the tub and pulled Lauren with her. The brunette went willingly and rested her head back on the diva's shoulder. Camila ran her fingers down Lauren's arms and lifted their hands out of the warm water, inspecting how they fit together. Lauren's hands were larger, with long elegant fingers, but they were still a much better fit than any of her ex boyfriends. They were softer and gentler as well. Everything about Lauren was softer and gentler. Not just to the touch, but in personality too. She just seemed so content in Camila's arms. This wasn't something she had to do, but that she wanted to do.

"So where are all of your tattoos?" The diva whispered in her ear, never taking her eyes off of their hands as she intertwined their fingers.

"I thought you were supposed to be finding them?"

"I am." Camila answered slowly. "But every time I start looking...I get distracted by all the skin..." She confessed as she bent her head and kissed Lauren's exposed neck, sucking on the soft skin. The brunette just closed her eyes and let Camila have her way. The kisses became heavier with desire and she released her girlfriend's fingers, moving her small hands up the photographer's stomach to her breasts, lightly squeezing them

Lauren gasped as Camila found her weak spot on her neck and laced her fingers into the damp, dark locks behind her, arching into the diva's mouth for more. While Camila worked her mouth on her neck, her hands had progressed from a light squeeze to firm kneading, occasionally pinching the rapidly hardening nipples between her thumb and forefingers. She began nipping at the skin when Lauren's breaths sped up and became more gasps than control intakes. Just hearing her lover be effected by her like this did wonders to her.

Camila dropped her hands from Lauren's breasts and slid them over her ribs to her back as she removed her mouth. She pressed against the brunette for her to sit up. As she did so, the diva began to turn her so they were face to face. Camila leaned forward and captured her lover's lips and pushed her backwards until she was reclined against the other end of the tub. Another plus of a jacuzzi tub, a central faucet. The kisses turned more heated and desperate as Lauren wrapped her arms behind the diva's head and pulled her in closer, shuddering at the warm hand sliding up the inside of her thigh.

"I found it so difficult," Camila confessed between kisses and nips, "To concentrate during the show tonight, because I kept thinking about you and your tattoos." The diva grinned as Lauren wrapped her legs around her back in desperation as the brunette teased her upper thigh, squeezing it lightly. "I almost missed my cue because I was mentally tracing every inch of your body, trying to figure out where it was."

"Yeah?" Lauren moaned as Camila finally ran her fingers through her slit, down to her entrance and back up to her clit before slowly repeating the movement.

"Yeah." Camila moved her mouth to the brunette's neck to allow her to moan and gasp for what breaths she was able to get as the diva slid two fingers inside, grunting herself at the feel of the tight warmth around her. "It was a mistake. That was probably my worst performance ever because I was so uncomfortably turned on."