Wanting You Forever (Camren g!p)

Wanting You Forever (9)

Wanting You Forever (9)

A/N: Hello beautiful people! I hope you're still enjoying this storyline. My last author's note promised lots of smut and I deprived your horny souls of that in the previous chapter; I wanted to concentrate on romance and passion, beautiful beginnings (Camren) and transparent endings (Lucy). But you've been patient and so receptive, so you deserve a good dose of smut. We all may need Allysus after this chapter (at least I know that I will); I'm not sure if my plan for the current storyline calls for anything this...physically intense for future installations, so I really hope you enjoy this. Please let me know your thoughts as this was the first time my smut writing has ventured into this territory. Lastly, this took forever to transform from thoughts in my head to words in a word processor (approx. 14,800 words ) so if there are errors of any kind, just know that I honestly missed it when editing. Love you guys; Enjoy!

"Yes...I'll have you. On one condition."

Lauren raised a questioning brow.

"Anything, name it Camila."

"I have to be your everything"

The heat of the sun could never match the warmth that swelled through Lauren's chest, the glow from their hearts too radiant with which to compete. A deep and passion kiss was enough response to Camila's condition, though Lauren ameliorated any chance of misinterpretation. She gathered Camila's tiny palm in hers, kissing each finger reminiscent of the way Camila did that day in Los Angeles, placing the heated palm above her heart.

"You always have been."

"How many?"

The cool, crisp Brazilian air whipped around in subtle sway, the sheen from the moon and the stars bathing them in a dusty midnight glow. Their fingers were still encumbered, tangled in the softness of silky and creamy skin. Lauren's voice, so full and raspy, cut through the ocean swell that was still battering the sand.

"How many what?"

Camila cut her gaze towards Lauren's dark eyes, glancing up at unmistakable pools of love. Beneath her striking green eyes sat a smirk, Lauren' signature gesture that was reserved for teasing and gloating when the smaller Cuban fell prey to one of her elaborate sensual traps.

"How many children are we going to have someday?"

They rose from their haunt atop the cool sandy shoal as Lauren's strong arms snaked around Camila's waist, holding her in a protective albeit firm and gentle grip. She pressed their lower bodies together as a show of emphasis, the topic of future Laurens and Camilas alluring fodder for her traditionally vivid imagination.

It was the dominant train of thought in the station of her mind ever since Camila confessed her love for Lauren's member, along with the underlying reasons that only stoked Lauren's heart and made her fall even further in love with the beauty before her. In fact, her mind detoured into the future, landing at a tranquil and humble home someplace, though the setting of which seemed trivial. It was not about where they lived, the trees that lined the terrace to the entryway of their lives, the porch littered with fire engines and baby dolls, or the hardwood floors that led to each of their rooms; what mattered to Lauren were the voices that populated those rooms: the bouts of giggles emanating from her children as they played hide-and-seek, the laughter her wife offered as she watched the products of their love interact, the faint sound of their dogs barking at the raucous. What mattered were the souls and spirits who frequented those halls and slept in those beds. What mattered were the things that made their house a home. For some reason, Lauren felt as if she were coasting through thin air, her own soul on a journey as she gazed out around her life. Her vision rounded a corner and her mind froze on the image of two young girls in matching clothes, twins, one unceremoniously hiding under the comforter of their bunk bed, the other poking her with a dog's chew toy, giggles the only sound reverberating throughout the room. She saw a tiny Beagle burst into the room like a rocket, barking in the corner at the cute little thief grasping his chew toy. An even smaller boy, apparently in pursuit of his favorite dog, wobbled into the room, the wavy-haired toddler unsteady on his developing knees. Lauren thought his giggles were the cutest, until she noticed a perfect set of dimples denting his fluffy cheeks and a full set of wavy locks breaking out from a Widow's peak, the tiny angel the spitting image of herself only with Brown eyes. But nothing compared to the image of a panting Camila hot on his heels, astronaut tee-shirt clenched in her tiny hands. Lauren noticed a slight curve just above her hips, the slightest beginnings of yet another baby bump. Marriage and motherhood were welcomed experiences judging by her looks: her hair was in a perfectly messy bun; her features, typically highlighted by makeup were now complete with highlights of cake batter and sugar, evidence of the cupcakes-in-progress currently residing upon her kitchen table; and the permanent smile she wore as she scooped up their son and tickled his belly, careful to keep him at a distance from her ever-growing one. All of it was enough to make Lauren glow, not from the sunlight that fell upon her children in her mind and not from the moonlight that washed upon her in reality, but from the fluorescent feeling of happiness that she never thought she would feel.