Addicted

Chapter 11: Unconditionally

Camila pushes everything off the kitchen counter, papers and loose cutlery clanging to the floor as Lauren gasps.

There's a hunger in Camila's eyes, a fiery passion that has sent Lauren reeling because they haven't been rough before. Camila's all soft touches and smooth caresses and gentle kisses. Sure, her girlfriend's been assertive and demanding, but never really rough.

But now, feeling her dig her nails into Lauren's waist, lips trailing down to her hipbone to bite down on the flesh, Lauren wonders why it's taken them this fucking long to be unrestrained. To meet the others needs, never holding anything back.

Before Lauren can thread her fingers through Camila's hair, hold her in place between her thighs, Camila's back up kissing her. Tongue invading her mouth, making Lauren moan.

"Baby, I want you to do something for me, okay?"

Lauren nods, groaning when Camila pulls her closer to her front roughly, the younger woman's legs tightening around Camila's waist on instinct. And she easily picks Lauren up, moving to the living room couch and laying the younger woman down. Lauren sinks into the kiss Camila presses against her lips, feeling how her girlfriend settles between her thighs, hips together and softly pressing down into Lauren; pinning her to the couch beneath her.

Her voice is raspy and gentle as she asks, kissing just under Lauren's ear.

"Have you ever heard of edging kitten?"

The sentence has Lauren's throat go instantly dry; because hearing those words from Camila's lust filled voice has Lauren moaning softly, nodding and replying with an affirmative hum.

Camila pulls back from Lauren's neck, biting her lip and looking down at the girl beneath her. "I want you to feel so good Laur, feel pleasure like you've never felt it before. Do you want that babygirl?"

And Lauren nods, almost whining at the imagery that springs into her head. But there's something else on her mind. She wants to make Camila feel good too, she wants to touch her and kiss her and make her body melt into the couch. So she lets her fingers lightly play with the material of Camila's shirt, suddenly shy. "I do, but can I make you feel good too Camz?"

And Camila smiles, chuckling slightly as she takes Lauren's fiddling hands and kisses them. Pressing her lips to each finger lovingly, making Lauren almost swoon.

"Of course you can. But first," And Camila then grabs the bottom of Lauren's shirt, motioning for the other woman to raise her arms so it can slip off. Once it's flung behind them, Camila pops the front clip of Lauren's bra; and Lauren is already squirming. Because the easy way in which Camila knows her body, how she controls it, has Lauren in a haze.

And it's not in a bad way, more like Camila loves and understands her so well that she knows each tick and each part of Lauren's body that responds the most to touch. So when Lauren feels Camila's hands softly massaging her now uncovered breasts, pushing them together and slowly rocking her hips atop her, Lauren can only bite her lip and moan. Closing her eyes to the sensations.

"I want you to touch yourself Laur. And when you tell me how close you are to coming, I'm going to tell you to stop. And you will stop, won't you baby?" Camila punctuates her sentence by squeezing one of Lauren's nipples, making her gasp and choke out a "Yes Miss" that turns into a moan when Camila leans down and takes Lauren's nipple in her mouth, soothing down the sting with her tongue.

Her hands leave Lauren's chest, snaking down to the younger woman's pants and unbuttoning them. Sliding them down and flinging them someplace behind her. She does the same with Lauren's underwear, moaning at how wet her girlfriend is already.