The Love Shack (Camren G!P)

Chapter 10

Lauren's POV

When we walk into my house I have her hand in mine. Dinner was amazing. It was delicious and the company was perfect as always.

“So, have you made a decision on staying the night?” I ask as I close the front door.

“I have.”

“And?” I arch an eyebrow in question.

“And Sally wants snuggles.”

I wrap my arms around her from behind and kiss her neck. “Then Sally will get snuggles,” I whisper. “Do you want to go to bed and watch TV until we pass out?”

“Watch TV?” Camila smirks. “Sure. I’ll even put on the nightgown I brought.”

“You’d be sexier in one of my shirts,” I offer.

I let her go and lead her up the stairs. She leaves me to dip into the spare bedroom her bag is in and then comes to my room. I go into my closet to change into a pair of basketball shorts while Camila disappears into my bathroom. I go to the bed, pull the cover back and lie on my back. I flip on the TV and wait.

She emerges from the bathroom in a slinky red satin slip of a nightgown with a slit to her hip in the barely thigh skirt and black lace trim going around the hem. Plus she’s still got the pumps on.

She’s fucking stunning.

“You look…” I can’t even get the words out. All of my blood is rushing to my cock and I can’t think straight.

“Do you want me to wear your shirt instead?” she asks nervously.

“We’ll save my shirt for the next sleepover,” I say, my eyes scanning her body. I pause a moment on the tiny baby bump poking through the silk before going back up to her face. “Come here, beautiful,” I whisper in Spanish, holding out my hand to her.

Camila comes closer and stands beside me at the edge of the bed.

“Getting past your bedtime, Gramps?” she teases.

“Nope. I’m very awake,” I smile and start rubbing my cock through my shorts.

Camila climbs up on the bed and straddles my stomach instead of my waist like I would expect. Her drenched pussy rubs against me and then she moves down my body. With her eyes on mine she lowers her head to kiss my abdomen and lick up the little mess she left on me.

“Mmm, that’s pretty hot, Camila,” I whisper.

“Well you said I taste like honey and we skipped dessert,” she says and nibbles on my nipple.

“You do, wouldn’t you agree?” I have my arms folded behind my head, allowing her to do whatever she wants to me.

“I would. Do you want a taste?”

“I would love a taste,” I smile.

She moves up my chest again and lifts the skirt of her nightgown for me. I reach out to grab her hips. I prop my knees up and pull her a little closer and bend my head to lick up her slit.

“Mmm, exactly what I wanted,” I purr in Spanish earning a fresh wave of her honey for me to lick up. I start slowly rubbing my tongue up and down from her opening to her clit, trying to get every inch of her delicious cunt.

“Better than the chocolate lava cake you were eyeballing?” Camila asks.

“Much… much better,” I whisper. My eyes drift closed as my tongue continues its slow journey through her folds. I hook her legs, wrapping my arm around one so I can spread her lips open with my thumb and index finger and I get to work on her clit. I suck lightly for a moment before dipping down to lick up the juices pouring from her core before suckling on her clit again.