“I want to hear you,” Camila says, her fingers moving to toy with the front of Valeria’s underwear. Her thumb moves slowly until it finds Valeria’s core, and even through the fabric, Valeria burns.
Camila’s eyes flutter shut as she leans into Valeria. “You’re already so wet for me,” she says, as her thumb starts its rhythmic dance. All Valeria can focus on is the sensation blooming between her thighs, building with each slow press until a moan escapes Valeria’s lips, one of pure pleasure as a wave of heat rushes through her, a dizzying current that makes her head swim, and her breath hitch in her throat.
“Touch me,” Valeria whispers. “Please.”
“I am,” Camila whispers into the crook of her neck, and Valeria feels the teasing curve of her smile brush warmly against her skin.
“You know what I mean.” Valeria guides Camila’s fingers through the hem of her underwear until the tips of them are at Valeria’s heat.
Without hesitation, Camila’s fingers ease into her.
“Fuck,” Valeria whispers as Camila slowly pushes in and out of her.
Valeria’s hands tangle in her own hair, every inch of heron fire as Camila leans forward, her mouth on the swell of Valeria’s breast, her fingers working her into a delicious rhythm that’s seconds from throwing her over the edge of one of the best orgasms of her life.
“I need more of you,” Camila pants, her free hand pulling at the strap of Valeria’s dress as she kisses her there.
“Undress me,” Valeria says, kissing Camila as she eases out of her. The dress hadn’t bothered her, but now that Camila pointed it out, she feels boxed in, and she can’t get it off fast enough.
“Stand up,” Camila says, and Valeria does, facing away from Camila.
Camila plants a kiss on the back of Valeria’s neck—a soft brush of lips, followed by the warmth of Camila’s breath on Valeria’s skin.
Camila’s fingers move up Valeria’s hip until Camila finds the zipper on her side and begins to pull it down slowly. The whisper of it makes Valeria grow hot. Her breath hitches as the fabric falls away.
Camila pulls Valeria closer until her back is pressed tightly against her chest, and Valeria relishes the connection, the thrill spreading through her, intensifying and making her shiver despite the heat radiating from Camila.
A wave of goosebumps erupts across Valeria’s arms, and a low hum of pleasure begins to vibrate deep within her as Camila’s arms wrap around her waist. Camila’s lips find her neck, searing and insistent, nibbling and sucking with a hunger that makes Valeria gasp.
Camila’s hand moves its way up to one of Valeria’s nipples, and Valeria’s breath catches, a gasp caught in her throat. Her fingers tighten around Camila’s pants; they’re the only thing Valeria can hold on to as her head leans backon Camila, letting the sensations take over. Her eyes flutter closed as Camila’s thumb brushes against the hardened peak, a featherlight touch that sends a jolt through her, and a low moan rumbles in Valeria’s chest.
“You look so perfect like this.” Camila’s voice is barely audible at all, more breath than voice. It drops even lower. “Face flushed, breath uneven.”
A faint tremor runs through her. “But you can’t see me.”
“I can see you just fine through that mirror,” Camila says.
Valeria slowly opens her eyes to see she’s perfectly positioned in front of the floor-length hallway mirror. Camila gives her a smirk as her fingers move back through Valeria’s curls, again finding the perfect spot that makes Valeria’s mouth gasp.
“I want the first time you come tonight to be like this,” Camila says, kissing Valeria’s shoulder, “Your body pressed against mine, as webothwatch you come undone for me. Is that okay?” Camila asks, as she places her fingers between Valeria’s thighs.
Valeria has never watched herself come, and part of her feels self-conscious about it. Still, when she locks eyes with Camila, the tenderness there, the safety they’ve always provided, melts all the worry, and Valeria nods, her voice seemingly lost somewhere between her racing pulse and Camila’s touch.
“I need you to say it,” Camila murmurs, her words grazing Valeria’s ear like a teasing nip, warm breath trailing down her skin as Camila presses her fingers to Valeria’s core. A sudden heat blooms all over Valeria’s body, and she struggles to swallow as her pulse flutters in her throat.
“Yes,” she finally croaks out.
Camilasmiles at her in the mirror, her gaze dark beneath lowered lashes, and her fingers begin to move, slipping through Valeria’s wetness only slightly, enough for pressure to build but not for it to consume her. Every one of Camila’s movements is slow, working Valeria up to the edge, fingers barely going in until she’s tight and in desperate need of Camila to fill her, but the slow, frustrating rhythm has Valeria completely hooked.
“Please,” Valeria whispers as Camila’s fingers go back to teasing Valeria’s core to the edge.
Camila gently bites Valeria’s shoulder ... before her fingers move back to her entrance, going deeper than they have since this all started, and Valeria’s mind goes hazy with pleasure.
“Is this what you want?” she murmurs, her voice a velvet tease that curls through the quiet room.
“Yes,” Valeria breathes as Camila’s fingers go deeper, slowly filling her, bringing her to a peak she wants to fall into.
“Fuck baby, you look so fucking sexy,” Camila groans, fingers curling in just the right spot as her other hand moves to her breast. Camila rolls Valeria’s nipple hard between her fingers, making Valeria moan loudly, no control over the volume as every single nerve ending sparks into hypersensitivity.
