Finding Camila Cabello Camila/You

Basic Chemistry

Night was slowly turning into dawn, and the morning dew was forming on the blades of grass. In the horizon, you could see the orange luminance of the sun peeking through. Holding her hand, Y/n led her through the lawn and into the privacy of the pool house.

Y/n shut the door behind her and watched as Camila stumbled through the room and fell on the olive couch. She pulled her stilettos off her feet and stretched her legs. Resting her head on the armrest, she closed her eyes and sighed. Going Karla tonight had worn her out.

Y/n walked around the couch and took a seat on the other end. Picking up the singer's feet, she began to massage her soles, working her way up to her ankles. The 5-inch heels probably didn't do any favors for the balls of her feet, but they certainly made her legs look long and shapely. Camila groaned as her fingers eased her sore muscles.

Camila sat upright when her hands travelled further up the length of her legs. Brushing past her calves, Y/n felt her clamp up suddenly when she made contact with the back of her knees. She stopped and looked into her brown eyes. Without saying a word, she simply nodded, giving Y/n her blessing to continue this slow, soothing, provocation.

Feather-light touches ran up her inner thigh, until they finally stopped just below the hem of her blue dress. Without warning, she pulled her swiftly across her lap. Y/n's eyes were dilated and her breath ragged. She kissed her hard. She kissed the singer so hard she had to keep her arm around her so Camila wouldn't fall backward. Y/n's hands travelled the length of her spine to the nape of her neck. She held her and kissed her until she gasped for air.

"Y/n, I..."

"Shhh..."

Camila gasped when her lips found a sensitive spot on her neck. Her tongue and lips worked wonders on the soft spot until she left a tiny bruise on her porcelain skin. Y/n didn't want to hurt her, but she was insatiable. Camila's palms were stroking her biceps, wanting to feel the curves and flexes as she worked her mouth down her throat. Y/n groaned deeply, and that's when she felt her.

Camila moaned when she felt her hardness beneath her. She could already tell she was in need of release from how she strained in her jeans. Shifting her position so now she was straddling Y/n, she ground her hips down to get a better feel of her member. Y/n's kisses on her collarbone were driving her wild in desire and she made sure that she knew that.

She toyed with her for a moment. Pushing her away, she sent her a devilish grin as her fingers slowly and deliberately unbuttoned the green eyed woman's dress shirt. Y/n quickly pulled her arms out of the sleeves, took her bra off, and leaned back against the couch. Camila licked her lips before she dived down and kissed her deeply. Her hands stroking her shoulder length hair as Y/n's hands found the back zipper of her dress. She was neither methodical nor gentle when she held the zipper and slid it down her back. Pushing the material off her shoulders, she watched as it fell down her hips, exposing her in a strapless satin bra.

Her mouth watered like a fat kid hungry for cake. Camila stood up and allowed the dress to fall at her feet. Before she could assume her previous position, Y/n pulled her forward and kissed the skin on her hips. She trailed soft kisses up her torso, just beneath her breasts. With one hand on her back, she unhooked her bra until she was left standing before her in silky black panties.

"Jesus you're going to give me a heart attack, Cami."

Camila leaned her head down and kissed her. Y/n's hands found her breasts as she pulled her on top of her own body. She broke the kiss and took one of her nipples in her mouth. Camila moaned her name as she felt heat rush down from her fogged up brain to her awaiting center. She breathed out curse words as Y/n's tongue and teeth worked hard on her chest.