The Donor

Chapter 7

"What are you thinking?" Lauren whispers to me, her hot breath hitting my lips because of our closeness.

I shake my head in clearance of my thoughts, my eyes still pointing at her lips. "Do you want to kiss me, Lauren?"

"Yes," she leans in to take my upper lip between hers for the first time, applying so little pressure that if it wasn't for the shivers that coursed through my body, I wouldn't have known we had made contact. "Let me kiss you, Camila."

I nod delicately as she moves back in for my lips, the both of us leaning in at the same time, meeting in the middle. We engage in a few small kisses, savouring the feel of the others' lips. The tenderness is left in that moment as our lips soon meet with primal intentions. I shift for comfort and I turn my body to face hers, on my knees and pressing my body against her torso, with my hands gripping the back of her neck. Lauren whimpers when I push my tongue into her mouth, taking advantage of her breaking our kiss for air.

I have to coax her shy tongue into mixing with mine, her inexperience showing but not obvious. Our tongues begin to move deliciously when I release the first moan into the kiss, Lauren squeezing the back of my thigh in response.

The vitality of our kiss leaves us both panting and reeling as we separate, still close enough to feel Lauren's hot breaths. Before she could even contemplate slowing this down, I make that small move to straddle her, still on my knees and pressed against her chest rather than sitting on her lap.

"Is this okay?" I whisper to Lauren as I cradle her face, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the corner of her lips.

"Mhm," Lauren seeks for my lips again. We exchange soft, chaste kisses for a moment, appearing in no rush to sate our desires. Lauren and I enjoy a steady rhythm until my neck begins to pain from leaning down into her kiss. I move to sit firmly on her lap, lowering myself to make our lips level. I remind myself this is why I am moving to sit on her lap but knowing I would be intimately closer to her makes my transition hesitant. I want to feel her. God, I really want to feel her. Take it slow, Camila.

Lauren's breathing hitches when my butt finally hits the top of her thighs. Mine does too but for different reasons.

The firmness in her trousers tells me she's just as horny as I am but when she reaches for my hips to lift me back onto my knees, pulling my chest into hers, it tells me that she's just not ready. For kissing and over-the-waist touching maybe, but not for me to feel that part of her.

"Can we slow things down, Camz?" She asks nervously, confirming my thoughts.

"Of course," I kiss her lips softly before pulling away, "I'm sorry if I pushed you. I just- I just got really into it," I hold my head in my hands, chuckling in embarrassment.

"You didn't push me. I wanted all of that to happen. I got really into it as well," she says, emphasising the 'really' in mock of my enthusiasm. "You can stay right here as well," Lauren says to me weakly as she holds onto my hips and pushes me further into her chest, my hands resting on the couch above her shoulders to keep my balance. "I like having you close to me." She places soft kisses under my breasts, skimming along my ribs.

"Oh really? I thought you wanted to take it slow?" I ask with the intention of teasing her, ignoring the heat between my legs and the fact my thighs are burning from holding my weight.