Camila reaches out, fingers curling under Valeria’s chin as her thumb traces Valeria’s bottom lip—then slips past it, brushing against her tongue. Valeria’s eyes darken, snapping to Camila’s mouth, then back to her eyes.
Camila finds her voice, raspy and barely a whisper: “That smile of yours is dangerous. Why don’t you show me what else that pretty mouth can do?” She meant it to be direct, but it comes out softer, more like a plea.
Valeria leans into Camila’s hand instead of pulling away, letting her thumb linger on her lip before she takes it in her mouth, sucking gently, eyes locked on Camila’s. The tingly sensation on her thumb expands through her body, landing straight between her thighs right as Valeria gently bites Camila’s thumb before releasing.
Without a word, Valeria lowers her head between Camila’s thighs, her gaze never breaking, even as her mouthghosts over Camila’s core before her tongue gives a slow stroke, curling over Camila’s clit.
Valeria’s eyes flutter shut, and she moans, the sound beautiful in Camila’s ears as her own trembles from her lips. Camila’s head tips back, one hand knotted in Valeria’s hair, grip tightening as her tongue laps over her slowly, building her orgasm gently at first, then all at once—like a storm.
Camila’s mind goes blank as she rolls her hips harder against Valeria’s mouth, her body completely giving in to the pleasure Valeria’s tongue is creating. Letting the inferno coursing through her veins claim every part of her, every thought, until all that remains is the delicious, sharp ache building low in her belly.
Camila pants and moans as Valeria’s lips close around her clit, sucking gently before sliding two fingers into her. Valeria’s slender fingers fill her, and Camila moans long and loud and unrestrained as Valeria curls her fingers, an intoxicating heat claiming her whole being.
When Camila climaxes, her muscles spasm and her limbs go slack. Valeria works Camila through every wave, every aftershock.
“Holy shit,” Camila breathes. “I’ve never come so fast.”
Valeria tilts her head, a quick little giggle slipping out. Her eyes watch through her lashes mischievously, and she presses a finger lightly to her lips, slowly curling it into her mouth, licking Camila’s heat clean before sitting back over her thighs, straddling her again. Her mouth is on Camila’s the second their bodies press together.
“You taste amazing,” Valeria says through a breath, her lips never leaving Camila’s. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, enough of this,” Valeria whispers, intensifying their kiss.
“Good, because I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”Camila cups Valeria’s face possessively, drawing her in deeper.
Camila has no idea how they’ll manage to do anything else. Her need for Valeria has only deepened, burning stronger now than ever. She wants her so badly that nothing else matters, just the press of them together, bodies tangled in each other’s, squeezing every drop of pleasure from one another.
“Let’s go to my bedroom,” Valeria pants. “Sex on the couch was fun and everything, but I need a lot more access to you.” She steals one last kiss before pulling back and holding out her hand.
Camila takes it instantly. They stumble down the hall in a desperate tangle of kisses and trembling limbs, bodies pressed together with urgent need. Every brush of skin, every gasp, feeds the hunger between them, leaving them barely in control of anything except the aching pull to stay impossibly close. Camila lifts Valeria without breaking stride, and Valeria wraps her legs around Camila’s waist.
When Camila gets them to Valeria’s room, they fall onto the bed, their lips never leaving each other, too feverish to be apart for even a second.
“I need to taste you,” Camila begs as her hands roam down Valeria’s body, a sharp, pleasurable pain growing in her core as her fingers reach Valeria’s.
“Please,” Valeria nods rapidly.
Camila doesn’t need to be told twice.
She takes Valeria in her mouth with a vengeance, moaning the second her tongue tastes her. It’s better than Camila imagined, sweeter and more addictive. Camila could live between Valeria’s thighs, lapping over her, chasing the sounds coming from her. Camila loves everything about making Valeria come—the way she sounds, theway she moves, the way she moans Camila’s name when she’s on the brink of pleasure. Most of all—and something she’s only now discovering—is that Valeria is a squirter, and that’s what Camila loves the most, the warm stream of Valeria’s come in her mouth, the taste of her getting stronger as Valeria comes undone—it’s intoxicating.
“Wha—what was that?” Valeria asks through a labored breath.
Camila tilts her head, a flirtatious shimmer in her eyes. “Has that ever happened to you before?”
A soft, shaken “No” slips from Valeria’s lips.
Camila’s smile deepens as she leans a little closer. “With anyone? Ever?”
Valeria swallows and shakes her head again, slower now. “Not with anyone else.”
A quiet, satisfied breath leaves Camila as her fingers trace Valeria’s inner thigh, and her smile turns a shade more daring.
“Good,” she murmurs, eyes meeting Valeria’s. “I guess I’ll have to do it again ... make sure it wasn’t a fluke.”
Valeria shakes her head, and a teasing smile flutters across her lips. “I guess so.”
In this moment, Camila knows, with aching clarity, that she will never get enough of her, and Camila welcomes that truth completely.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
