Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

Into It

😏 😏 *wiggles eyebrows*
Mature

... don't get mad please.
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"Shit." I mutter accidentally as my eyes trace each of the visible items, "You're really into all this stuff, huh?"

"Yeah..." Camila mumbles, "It's okay if you don't want t-"

"No. If you're into it, I'm into it." I refuse, cautiously moving some of the items around, "Which do you wanna use?"

A silence falls before she slowly points to the one closest to me.

"Me or you?" I ask as I take the strap on from the box.

"You." She blushes.

Nodding slowly, I put the leather harness aside and continue rooting through the box of toys.

"Anything els-" I begin, but stop when she shuffles forward, reaches in, and takes out a pair of metal handcuffs and a small tub of lube.

"We should get ready." She all but whispers as she stands up, holding her hand out to help me do the same before swiftly pecking my lips, lingering just centimetres away.

"What do you need me to do?" I question, catching her by the waist before she can escape.

"Strip." She states simply, looking back at me with what seems like awe, "I can help you put it on if you want."

"Okay." I nod, cracking a smile as I kiss the bridge of her nose before beginning to do as she said. "You know, I've always wanted to try using a strap on."

"Really?" She asks, still shy even as she heads into the bathroom, leaving the door open while she takes off her makeup.

"Yep." I confirm, "But I've never had the guts to actually buy one."

A dusting of pink once again falls on her face as she begins taking off her costume. Before she can reach for the buttons of her shirt, I'm there with her, taking over and ignoring my own naked state.

"You're beautiful." She suddenly states, making my own cheeks heat up as I reach the last button of her crisp white shirt, slowly lowering it from her shoulders to reveal a strapless, lacy black bra beneath.

"God, that's dangerous." I comment under my breath as I trace the underside of the bra with my fingertips, watching with delight as goosebumps arise in my wake.

"The strap on is supposed to make you feel good, too." She comments out of the blue while I move my attention to her pants, unbuttoning them for her too.

"Yeah?" I question, "Tonight's about you, though."

I press a gentle, elongated kiss to the inner edge of her hip as I slide the black pants down her slender legs, the fabric pooling around her feet before she steps out of it. I make a show of running my fingers down and up her legs, then up her torso and down her arms. All the while, she tenses under my touch. When I'm standing again, we make eye contact once more.

"Thank you." She whispers softly, barely audible.

"For what?"

"Not judging me for what's in that box. You're right, I'm really into it all. Everyone else has made me feel like I should be ashamed but I figured I could trust you. Still, I wanted to start with the... tamer things."

"I know, and I appreciate that, but I hope you know that I will never want to make you feel ashamed or embarrassed of any part of who you are." I reassure her, adding with a wink, "Plus, I've always loved to experiment."

Relaxing a little, she grins and kisses me once more, running her teeth across my bottom lip.

"Come with me." She grins, taking my hand loosely in her own and leading me back into the bathroom.

With ease, she holds the strap on out for me, ensuring my willingness before sliding it up my legs and securing it in place. Instantly, there's a slight pressure against my core that naturally makes me want to rut forwards into it.

Then, she retrieves the lube and drips some onto her hand before swiftly taking the shaft of the black rubber cock into her hand, running it slowly up and down. The pressure moves slightly, and I have to hold back a moan by biting my lip. She notices, though, and chuckles as she applies a tad more force.

"You know what you're doing?" She questions deeply as she squirts more lubricant onto the false member.

A tad embarrassed, I shake my head.

"It's okay." She reassures, making eye contact for just a second before focusing all of her attention on the task at hand, "Just go slow to start with. I can give you pointers along the way."

"Okay," I mutter, smirking as she closes and puts away the tub, wrapping both hands around my new addition and using it for leverage to pull me into a kiss.

It soon becomes a heated, passionate exchange with hands grabbing at hair and skin and anywhere else we can find purchase. Eventually, I decide I've had enough and lift her from the floor only to lower her onto the bed, crawling into the space between her legs as the kiss continues.

She hums into my mouth, a sound I swallow greedily, as her hands fall to my chest and begin to knead and tug. As good as it feels, I gently pull her hands away, trapping them against the pillow on either side of her head before pulling back just enough to look down into her blown out eyes.

"Fuck me, Y/n. Please." She begs, arching her back in an attempt to reach me.

"Don't be greedy." I scold in return, swiftly reaching back to get the silver handcuffs before holding them up between us.

Her lips part, showing her desire. I take it as my cue to pull her hands up to one of the iron rungs of the headboard, quickly locking them in place with the cuffs. As soon as they click into place, she moans.

"Dirty," I comment, running my hand down her abdomen until I reach her waistband when I stop.

Writhing about, she whines and strains to reach me, to gain any sort of friction. Still,
I don't allow it just yet.

"I don't think it's entirely fair that I'm stark naked and you've still got clothes on. Do you?" I question, watching as my fingernails lightly trail over her body, following invisible winding paths.

She quickly shakes her head, making me grin as I snake my way down her body, tugging her underpants along with me. As I make my way back up, I lick a stripe up her thigh, dipping dangerously close to where she needs me before moving up to her chest instead. She doesn't need a prompt, already having arched her back enough for me to unclip her bra and remove it too from her body.

"Please, Y/n. It's too much." Camila whimpers, straining against her handcuffs and bucking her hips, eyes glued to the strap on between my legs.

Without another word, I line the tip up to her entrance before slowly pushing inside, revelling in the loud moan that leaves her lips.

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The second part is already almost done!! I promise!!