There's No Way

Wow

[Smut warning...obviously]

[Shawn's POV]

"Shawn...I'm ready."

I knew she was, I could see it in her eyes. Still, the verbal confirmation was exactly what I needed.

"Okay..." I whispered against her lips. "I'm going to take my time though, okay? I don't want you to feel overwhelmed," I continued. I had done some research on how to make someone feel comfortable during sex after they had been sexually abused, and everything seemed to say that taking things slowly was the key to making sure your partner would be comfortable. I needed her to know that this wasn't just sexual for me, this was about showing her how much I love her.

We made out for several minutes, our lips and tongues tangling themselves into each other. She slowly tilted her head back, giving me full access to her neck. I took the hint and happily moved my kisses down to her throat - showing extra care and attention to the places that I knew drove her crazy. The quiet, strained gasps leaving her mouth as I marked her neck echoed throughout the candle-lit attic. My hands snaked all the way down her body until reaching the hem of her dress, slowly moving their way underneath the fabric until I was caressing the bare skin of her thighs. She reached her hands behind her back and unzipped the small zipper that ran down the middle of the back of her dress. I took that as my cue and carefully peeled the fabric away from her honey skin. Seeing the way her nearly-naked body glowed in the candle light made my breath catch in my throat. The blush that arose in her cheeks told me that she noticed my not-so-subtle admiration for her naked form. I reached out and took her hand in mine, lifting it up to my lips and placing sweet kisses on the soft skin of the back of her hand. My lips traveled from her hand, to her arm, to her neck, to her chest, to her stomach, her thighs, her calves. Everywhere. I needed to kiss her everywhere - and so I did.

I reluctantly paused my kissing exploration, bringing my attention back up to her chest. I pressed my lips in the valley between her breasts as I reached around her back and unclasped her bra. I pulled the thin lace garment away from her skin, revealing the two beautiful breasts I had come to adore. My lips hovered just above the hardened nub of her left breast, a puff of my warm breath cascading over the nipple.

"Shawn..."

It came out just barely above a whisper, but I heard it. I heard it and I knew what it meant - she needed me. I let my lips crash down onto her, enveloping one of the hardened nubs in the warm wetness of my mouth. Camila was a mess of needy whimpers and wanton gasps as I generously split my attention and time between her two tits. I looked up to see her face and could immediately see that her patience was running thin; the way her hips were hungrily bucking up into me as I lay between her legs only confirmed her neediness.

I covered her stomach in kisses - every centimeter. As my kisses reached the top of her lace panties, her panting increased - desperate for relief. Despite her desperation, I took my time - lightly tracing the outline of her thong with my tongue, stopping every now and then to press a soft kiss to her clothed center. I could feel my cock twitch in my pants with every whimper that slipped from her lips. Unable to hold myself back any longer, I slipped my fingers into the lace of her thong and peeled them off of her soaking sex. The way the flickering candle light was highlighted in the wet arousal coating her folds amazed me - a quiet 'wow' escaping my lips. I needed to taste her. Without any hesitation, I leaned forward and slowly slid my tongue up her slit. A satisfied gasp emitted from the tiny brunette, and that was all the motivation I needed to continue. I had Camila memorized. I knew which way to flick my tongue so she couldn't help but arch her back up off of the floor. I knew that the second I wrapped my lips around her clit her hands would go straight to my hair. I knew that when I would gently stick my tongue inside of her my name would fall from her lips in a quiet moan. I knew that her legs would shake as she orgasmed, every time - without fail. Which is exactly what was happening as my tongue continued to explore the most intimate part of her - her legs began shaking and her once quiet gasps and whimpers had become uncontrollable cries of pleasure and ecstasy.