Caminah Smuts

Passionately Reciprocated

Dinah watched her girlfriend over the rim of her coffee cup on one particularly boring Saturday. The brunette was in the middle of reading the New York Times, toast in hand, when she looked up at Dinah with a small smile. "We don't have anything planned today, do we?" She asked. But Dinah, to Camila's surprise, shook her head. "What? What are we doing?"

For Dinah, it was time to put her plan in action.

"Nothing in particular." Dinah sauntered over and plopped herself on top of Camila's lap. Dinah wrapped her arms around Camila's neck and leaned into nuzzle the side of her face. "I know you want to fuck me in my ass." She whispered, smirking to herself when she felt Camila tense up. Dinah soothed her by stroking the space in between her shoulder blades. Once she felt Camila relax, Dinah sucked her sensitive earlobe into her mouth and sucked.

"Every time you eat me out, I feel your fingers drifting down there." Dinah wiggled her ass and scraped her nails up Camila's tan neck. "Every time I ride you, your fingers wriggle in between my ass cheeks, and you finger my ass." She could tell that Camila was turned on. Her chocolate eyes were fully blown, and she took deep, ragged breaths. Her arms were tight around Dinah's waist, even as the brunette rubbed her ass up against her painfully erect cock.

"You can do it, you know?" Dinah smirked and nipped Camila's jaw. "You can fuck me in the ass. As hard as you want. As fast, and as rough. You can take it."

Camila spluttered, her knuckles turning white when she gripped the edge of the table. "B-baby, holy shit..." She gasped, Dinah's hips grinding circles against Camila's lap. "I can really do it?" Her hands ran up Dinah's creamy thigh to cup her perfectly-shaped ass. "You have no idea how much I wanted to—" Camila bit her lip and Dinah took her face in her hands to kiss her, slow and deep. A shiver ran through Camila's body when she felt Dinah's tongue, wet and warm, slide in between her lips.

Dinah pulled back and dragged her nails up against Camila's scalp. Underneath her, Camila's hips rose off the chair, eliciting a deep moan from Camila at the pressure that squeezed against her clothed cock. "But before you get to fuck my ass—"

"You need to stop saying it like that." Camila begged through gritted teeth, her hands slipping up Dinah's shirt to feel the smooth skin of her back.

"Say it like what, baby?" Dinah smirked and licked the shell of Camila's ear. She chuckled and cupped the nape of her neck. "As I was saying. Before you get to shove that thick cock inside my tight little ass—" Camila sputtered and Dinah grinned. "I want to fuck yours."

Silence followed, save for Camila's and Dinah's heavy breathing. The atmosphere was heady, and Dinah knew she needed to do more to convince Camila. She opened her mouth to speak but Camila beat her to the punch.

"Okay." Camila smiled up at Dinah and stood up, carrying her in her arms and into the bedroom. "And knowing you, I'm sure you assumed I'm going to say yes. You bought the strap-on already, don't you?"

Dinah blushed and nodded as she was laid down onto the bed. She pulled Camila on top of her, fingers tugging at brunette strands. The delicious weight of her girlfriend never failed to turn Dinah on. Camila's warmth, the firmness of her arms, and the warm pulsing against Dinah's thigh reminded her of how much Camila wanted her.

Digging her nails up the curve of Camila's neck, Dinah sucked on her bottom lip and tugged it with her teeth. She reached down and cupped the bulge in Camila's boxers, the groan that escaped the brunette on top of her was electrifying. Dinah stared up at the way Camila's lips parted as she breathed heavily. "You're so hard already..."

"What did you expect?" Camila asked, her voice trembling. Dinah's hand slipped into her boxers and wrapped around the soft, erect flesh of Camila's cock. "Oh geez..."