Beautiful When You Don't Try (Camren)

Chapter 25

A/N: I hope you all enjoy it. I hope it is easy enough to follow.

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"I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten about us." Lauren teased as Camila walked in the door and took her coat off.

"Where's your mom?"

"The shower." Lauren's eyes went wide with shock as Camila dropped her coat on the ground and pressed the raven haired woman against the door, kissing her forcefully. Once the surprise passed, Lauren pushed herself off the door and deeper into the heated kiss, backing Camila against the adjacent wall. It took all of her self control not to tear the diva's clothes off right then. She was instantly ready to go.

"Any chance she'll be in there long?" Camila asked, cupping Lauren's breasts.

"Fuck...no...she's been in there twenty minutes already." She answered, suckling the diva's earlobe. "And you promised me I could have the second one today."

"I'm already on edge. It wouldn't take much, but to return the favor-"

"Fuck the favor." Lauren cut her off, breaking away and dragging the diva to her bedroom, glancing back to the guest room to make sure her mother wasn't coming out yet. "Bad thing about cold weather." Lauren began as she shut the door behind them and dove back into another heated kiss, her hands working furiously at the diva's pants. "Is that you don't wear those skirts."

Camila pulled the raven haired until she fell back on the bed, Lauren falling on top of her, now wiggling the diva's pants down to her knees. Lauren broke away from the kiss to watch as she lightly grazed her fingers over Camila's nether lips. "You're teasing."

"I'm savoring." Lauren corrected her, dipping her fingers into the wetness and heat, loving the moan that came from Camila's throat. "You're so wet. I bet you're tight too." Camila gasped as Lauren entered two fingers and began pulsing at a slow but steady pace. "So tight. So good."

"Baby, I know you like to...oh, fuck...take your time, but it's not something we have a lot of."

Lauren slid the diva's pants down further, allowing her to spread her legs slightly as Lauren attached her mouth to the brunette's clit. "I could do this all day." She confessed licking the initial wetness from her lips. She ran a firm, broad tongue strokes over the sensitive nub and the diva fisted her hair as she flicked her tongue quickly.

"Right there. Just right there...wont take much." Lauren worked her tongue faster in the designated spot, moaning and sending the vibrations to Camila's core. "Fuck..." Camila whispered in a pant, covering her mouth with her other hand. "Fucking hell, so good. So fucking good. Hmmm...I'm coming. I'm-" Lauren held up her available hand to the diva's mouth as she came, clamping down on her fingers and quivering. Lauren slowed her fingers and removed her mouth as she watched her girlfriend come down off of her high, her thigh muscles still trembling. "You, my love, are some sort of fucking sex goddess. No wonder you were able to get a woman in your bed every night. I'm surprised they aren't calling back for round two."

Lauren huffed a laugh as she withdrew her fingers, licking them clean as she retreated to her bathroom to get a towel for Camila to clean up with. "Actually, they do call. I just don't answer."

The diva dead panned, her possessiveness kicking in. "You never told me that."

"I didn't think about it until I was listening to my messages and got the cold shoulder from my mother who thought I was cheating on you." Lauren commented as she handed the towel to Camila. "Anyway, instead of talking about ancient history, lets talk about current affairs. How did it go with Margaret?"