Falling is the easy part (Camren)

11

Camila:

I can't breathe properly. No matter how hard I try to suck in a breathe, it was still ragged and shallow. It feels like my entire body is on fire. That's how hot it is. I can feel the heat burning up inside of me as Lauren's head creeps slowly down my body. Her lips pressing against my skin, leaving sloppy kisses behind and her fingers trailing afterwards leaving goosebumps in their wake. How I can be so fucking hot and still have goosebumps amazes me.

But it's true.

This girl is doing strange and amazing things to me. Making me feel strange and amazing things.

I lifted myself up on my elbows as Lauren's tongue dipped in and out of my belly button and then over the ridges of my abs. Our earlier conversation popped into my head, she is definitely very, very attentive. And this is so much better than I remembered. I guess without the haze of alcohol and without my anxiousness clouding it all, it's was bound to be, but that in itself amazes me. If I thought she was amazing last time, then this is blowing my fucking mind. I don't think I have ever bee this turned on. Ever. Especially not practically sober. The way she touches me, the way she kisses me, the way she teases me, it's like she knows exactly what I want and how to give it to me. Just like she is now.

Lauren's tongue finally brushed over my clit and I collapsed back down against the pillow, slamming my eyes shut and pushing out another shaky breath. I grasped the back of her head in one hand as she placed tiny soft kisses at the tops of my thighs. I need more.

Fuck. I want more.

How had I gone ten days without this? Without her doing this to me. Without feeling this, I don't even know how to explain it, this ball of like, pure pleasure building up inside of me. No sex in ten days. Nothing. Just the occasional waking up with a grin of my face and a pressure down below when I realise what I'd dreamt about. How had I stopped myself from pushing her into the bath in the bathroom at Danny's party and ripping her clothes off? Or pushing her up against a wall and demanding she fucks me as hard as she possibly can.

I could feel my legs flailing against the sheets, struggling of any hold and the involuntary bucking of my hips against Lauren's tongue as she continued to tease me. Her fingers ran over my abdomen once more before pressing my hips down as she licked up the inside of my thigh.

"Please..." I managed to get out, shocking even myself. I don't do begging. But here I am, begging for Lauren to touch me, needing it, wanting it. I feel like I'm on the verge of exploding and if I don't feel her soon I'm gonna die. No exaggeration. That's just how good this feels. "Please, I need..."

..........

Lauren:

Camila was begging me to touch her. Camila fucking Cabello is actually begging to be touched by me.

Shit. This is so much better than it's been in my head for the past ten days. Better than I ever could have imagined in my wildest and dirtiest of dreams. And trust me, there's been plenty. But this was real. She was actually here, writhing about underneath me again. That gorgeous fucking body completely at my mercy. It's like some kind of fantasy of mine. A beautiful girl with the body of some kind of goddess. Like Buffy.

But oh so much better.

I moved one of my hands from Camila's hips towards her centre, looking up at her from between her legs. Her head was thrown back against the pillows, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen. She just looked so bloody sexy. Her chest was rising and falling at a rapid rate as I kissed either side of her wetness again, gently nibbling on the soft skin there. Her eyes fluttered open as my fingertips stopped at her entrance and she lifted her head slightly higher to look down at me. We kept each other's gaze for a moment before I pushed two fingers into her and circled her clit with my tongue.