Coffee Shop (Camila/You)

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"Y/N." I sighed out as she kissed my neck while I gripped her shirt.

"I have a plane to catch." I giggled deeply as she lightly scraped her teeth against my pulse point.

"Don't go." She suddenly groaned as she closed her eyes.

"There's FaceTime for a reason babe." I muffled a giggle as as her breath tickled my ear.

"I get that but I want you." She whispered as her eyes fluttered shut again while her lips started to press against mine.

Hot.

"Yeah?" I teased lightly as I let her kiss my lips.

"You have no idea." Her voice like silk, so soft and I fell into her spell then and there.

She had something over me, she could do one simple thing, say anything in a certain way and I'd be a puddle. I wanted her to take me in all ways possible, I wanted her love. It was almost as if it was a need. Like, I needed her, I needed something that was missing from within. She had me. And that was the biggest understatement of the century.

I leaned up on my knees on my mattress across her lap as I tilted her chin up, "Take it." I whispered without thinking so clearly and I bit my lip.

A breath blew from her mouth as her throat made a noise and I watched her neck flex as she leaned up to attack my lips. I moaned softly as I felt the aggressive passion she was putting out. Fuck, I loved this.

My heart started to hammer against my chest when I felt her hands start to comfortably fall down. She gripped my hips and I couldn't help but let out a sound that only spurred her on. I let her explore my mouth as my hands started to trail up her own neck. I felt a very foreign but familiar feeling of simply just yearning for her. I let my body weight go and grounded my hips against her.

On top of my twin bed when Shawn could walk in at any given moment. Her slender fingers taking ahold of my backside firmly which made me feel so light. I was on a strong high and I never wanted this to stop. She pushed me softly until I was fully laying against my bed; my head at the foot of the mattress. I wrapped my arms around her neck as I felt how prominent her package was becoming.

I breathed deeply from my nose while I kissed her heavily and our tongues tangled. Her hands trailed up my body underneath my shirt while I tried to calm my heartbeat. She was obviously much more comfortable since she told me about herself. Only problem now was the fact that I was a terrified virgin who liked heavy make out sessions. She didn't understand that just yet and I was afraid I'd panic. I just had to let it happen, go with the flow. It was just sex-

"Oh my-" I suddenly gasped as she sucked right underneath my ear while her hand snaked itself into my bra.

I closed my eyes at the feel and sighed softly into her ear as she continued her affection. My hands subconsciously gripped at the bottom of her shirt and tugged. Her hand on one side of my small chest and I tugged on her earlobe with my lips. Her pelvic pressed against mine and I really couldn't help but let out a whimper.

I'd definitely have to change before I left for Miami. My heart was racing as my mind was wrapped up in wanting to pull her closer. But it was almost as if my subconscious knew it would be a bad idea. The panic was rising too fast all the while I had the urge to buck my hips for more friction.

She softly groaned into my neck when my hand trailed from her back to her lap. She was thick. I squeezed my eyes shut at the thought as I felt an overwhelming sense of lust. My heart pounded as my mind started to unravel and thought of stripping her clothes away. I tried to grasp at her sides as her hand slid down my stomach hotly, her lips connecting to mine. Her tongue sexily swiping against my bottom lip and sucking it.