The Girl From Spain (girlxgirl)

Day 72&73/182: Mila

Sexual content ahead! I advise you to skip the first half of this chapter if it makes you uncomfortable.

The next second, Sally's lips were on hers. Neither the memories from the week before nor any of her past experiences had been able to prepare Camila for the feelings and desire storming in on her.

Sally's tongue glided against her lips as her hands slipped up her back, lifting her shirt in the process. Her hands on Camila's bare skin felt just amazing. She sucked on Sally's bottom lip and the moan that the woman emitted sent electricity through her entire body, right to her core.

To whisper, "Bedroom?", Sally pulled away. The way her eyes were roaming over Camila's body with all the yearning and the way her lips curved into a beautiful smile made her feel desirable and allowed her to keep any insecurities locked away.

It was weird how Sally was the one person able to make herself feel good in her skin as Camila had never met a more intimidating person in her life.

Not being able to keep their hands and lips from each other, they stumbled various times on their way to Sally's room. When Camila heard the noise of the door falling close, her back was already hitting the mattress, Sally following closely behind.

The feelings she was waking inside of her made her need so much more. Impatiently, Camila tugged on Sally's shirt, separating their lips to toss it away. "This okay?" she whispered, deciding speaking in full sentences would take too long.

"Yeah," Sally gasped. At an impressive speed, she slipped out of her jeans, revealing an inked spot on the left side of her hips. Camila couldn't help the grin spreading on her face. "I finally see your last tattoo!"

"Congrats." Sally seemed to have decided that it wasn't the time for chatter as she straddled her and Camila wholeheartedly agreed.

The next second, her lips were on Sally's neck and her fingers opened her bra that soon joined her shirt and jeans on the floor. Sally moaned as Camila cupped her breasts, squeezing them. The noise immediately turned into her new favourite sound in the world.

Now was Sally's turn to separate them to remove Camila's shirt, taking the bra right with it. Her fingers then quickly moved to the hem of her leggings. If she would have known how the evening would turn out, she would have dressed better.

"Okay?" Seemed as if Sally had also abandoned the importance of grammatically correct and full sentences.

"Yes," she panted.

Her leggings were off within seconds. Camila gasped as Sally's fingers slipped inside her panties, finally touching her where she so desperately needed it. She began to circle her fingers at a slow pace, slowly adding some pressure. The other hand cupped Camila's breast, rubbing over her nipple with her thumb. Sally's lips were moving to her neck, making her moan and close her eyes.

"What do you like?" Sally whispered, her hot breath grazing the sensitive skin around her ear.

Maybe it was because of the spur of the moment, but at that moment, Camila was certain that no one had ever spoken to her in a more seducing, more enticing way. "This," she panted. "More."

Camila grabbed Sally's hand that was between her legs and guided her in speed and intensity. Her hips automatically started to move to increase the feeling. Familiar pressure built up in her lower abdomen, begging to be released.

Sally pressed another kiss to her lips before pushing first one, then a second finger inside of her, moving in the most marvellous of rhythms, never stopping to caress her clit with the thumb. Camila grabbed the bedsheets in her fist as her back arched. Everything she did was controlled by pure instincts.