Caminah Smuts

Sex, Sex, Sex

It was night. Everything was pitch black in her and her wife's bedroom, the only sound being Dinah's small sighs in her sleep.

Sleep. Because that's what you thought you should be getting at 3am.

But Camila - she wanted, she needed, something else. She couldn't sleep, she tried to, succeeded but was awoken again by the annoying thumping in her panties.

She's 24 and having wet dreams about her own wife. What the hell is this? Stupid hormones, that's what it is.

Ever since Camila had hit a certain amount of weeks into her pregnancy, she couldn't think properly anymore. Her thoughts were 10 percent about weird food cravings, and a good 90 percent sex.

Sex, sex, sex.

She wanted it, needed it, every minute of the day. The feeling of her wife inside of her, on top of her, behind her, kissing her fiercely...

And there's the annoying throbbing again. It was 3am, damn it! Why did she have to get so horny now, out of all times?

The wetness in her panties was getting uncomfortable, so she slipped them off and dropped them next to the bed.

Dinah was still in her deep sleep - God knows how good the woman is at sleeping - but after a minute she turned around, now facing Camila.

Still asleep, she scooted closer to her wife in the bed, and lazily pulled Camila in closer to her body.

Great. Camila could now basically feel her wife's boobs pressed against her arm and Dinah's little puffs of air tickled the sensitive skin of her neck.

And the feeling between her legs continues to grow even stronger when she remembers how uncovered she is.

Damn it. Fuck.

The thought of waking Dinah up crossed her mind, but she decided against it. Dinah would probably think the worst and be crazy concerned - quite the protective person, which was also a big turn on for Camila.

And then when she'd tell Dinah 'don't worry, I just woke you up because I'm so fucking horny and I need your tongue of me', her wife would probably groan and tell her she's too tired.

Well, Camila thinks she would do that. She never needed to wake her up in the middle of the night because she craved her so bad. Because like any normal person, Camila would be asleep.

(Or they'd be going at it through the whole night, which also didn't require waking Dinah up.)

But right now, now that she's pregnant - and dripping wet - she cared less and less for Dinah's reaction.

So what if she'd be too tired? Camila had her own hands -

Although Dinah's were way better.

Well, fuck.

"Dinah," the brunette whispered, nudging her wife softly.

A grumble left her lips but she didn't move.

"Babe, wake up..."

"Hmmm," Dinah hummed back, smacking her lips. "Wha- What's wrong?" Her raspy, sleepy voice spoke out.

Damn that raspy voice.

"Nothing," Camila soothed. "I'm fine, I'm just really- I'm just..."

Dinah sat up a bit, leaning on her elbow, and narrowed her eyes in the dark. She looked down at her arm over Camila's waist and took notice of how close she was to her wife.

"You're too hot? Am I too close?" She mumbled, oblivious to the wetness between her wife's legs.

"I mean, not like... I'm- I really want you." Camila answered, her voice coming out into a soft whisper.