Camila's face, however, told the answer instantly. As much as Camila's admirers may have liked the way that her breasts filled out a sweater and as much as her boyfriends may have loved the feel of them in their hands or mouths, the person who really appreciated her breasts was Camila herself. They were intensely sensitive to the touch, centred exquisitely at her nipples much in the way her sex spiked at her clitoris. Similar to her preferences elsewhere, Camila greatly enjoyed it when they were treated softly and sensuously but also, in the heat of passion, when they were gripped roughly, sucked hard. Most of her toys were the two-headed kind that left her a hand free to touch her own breasts. That was how she came her hardest.
Lauren took that cue. She let her hands fill up with as much of her breasts as she could fit, feeling the nipples press against the top of her palms and cupped them before squeezing. Camila moaned again. Her grinding increased speed again. Lauren removed her left hand and replaced it with her mouth. Tenderly, softly, she began kissing the pliant flesh in a circle, from it's top to the underside, letting her tongue trail around in between her kisses. Creating smaller and smaller circles around the nipple, Lauren teased the most sensitive part of Camila's chest by drawing closer and closer, leaving hot spots where the kisses had been to be replaced with the cool air that would strike when Lauren's mouth moved onto another spot.
Camila moaned at the heat and gasp at the cold, all the while grinding harder and harder. She'd found a spot where her rolling hips meant she could put pressure against her clit on the ends of every shift of her hips and the electric jolts coming from both her clit and breasts soon had her panting uncontrollably. She could feel her release just around the corner and was desperate to get there.
Camila's moans turned into a near shriek as she felt the first surprising but welcome feel of teeth lightly dragging across her breast. Lauren's licks and kisses were replaced with hungry little bites before soothing licks. Then when, finally, Lauren took a nipple into her mouth, Camila did shriek. She also spasmed, her long leg kicking out and accidentally knocking over the small table she kept near the door. The bowl full of change and keys crashed to the ground. The noise startled Lauren who darted her head to the sight of the carnage for a second.
"Don't worry about it," Camila said breathlessly, gripping her fist in Lauren's raven hair and pulling her lover back to her breasts. "Just keep fucking going."
Lauren didn't need to be told twice. She began sucking hard on Camila's breast, squeezing the other. Lauren rolled the nipple with her tongue, grazed it with her teeth and stuffed it in her mouth as she childishly tried to fit as much of Camila's tit into her mouth.
Camila moaned with every move, marveling at how talented Lauren was with her mouth. The thought brought a shiver to her as she thought of Lauren's talented mouth being applied elsewhere. It was almost a terrifying thought. If Lauren could bring her this much pleasure through her breasts, Camila worried she may be driven entirely mad by getting head.
Lauren seemed possessed. She'd suck one breast for a while as she groped the other before switching. Paying each one the reverence and respect Lauren thought the works of art demanded. She could tell Camila was coming close to an orgasm and increased her speed and pressure.
"Pull down your panties," Lauren said commandingly during one of her changes between breasts.
Camila nodded as best as she could. It was difficult positionally, but Camila managed to reach up under her skirt and pull her panties down between her knees as Lauren repositioned herself. Camila was briefly upset about no longer being able to grind, but her concerns were short lived.
Lauren, still sucking and groping, reached her free hand between Camila's legs. There was no teasing, no tantalizingly slow motions, Lauren simply found the wet opening to Camila's sex and slid two of her fingers inside. Camila was hot, tight and incredibly wet and the feel alone almost made Lauren coo with glee.
"Oh fuck," Camila cried, spreading her legs slightly to allow greater access as Lauren's firm fingers spread her open as they plunged inside. Camila tightened her grip on Lauren's head.
Camila was never a passive lover, however, and her rolling hips now fucked herself onto Lauren's strong fingers. She squeezed herself around the invading digits, heightening the feeling as they began thrusting in and out of her, her copious wetness allowing their rapid plunges and withdrawals.
It didn't take long. Between the grinding, the suckling at her breasts, the new experience of having sex with a woman and now the intense finger fucking, Camila felt her knees buckle almost immediately. When the outstretched thumb of Lauren's plunging hand brushed against her clit, Camila felt herself tighten and spasm and then gush around Lauren's hand.
"Oh sweet Jesus, oh Christ, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuckity-fuck, FUCK!" Camila shrieked as she came. Her cunt, her clit, her breasts, it seemed to have no origin point, just a total release of bliss. She felt herself contract and quiver and tense as she came and, yet, it was like a massive wave of soothing relief washing over her in electric waves. She kept riding the fingers, her scream descending into little whimpers of gratitude.
Lauren for her part was blown away by the pure eroticism of the sight. The beautiful girl she was making love to looked almost angelic when in the throes of what she could tell was a pretty epic orgasm. She kept fucking her despite the constrictive grip around her fingers, only releasing when she could feel Camila's body slow before stopping. She kept kissing at Camila's breasts although the bites and intensity were now gone, just soft, sweet kisses on the welcome flesh.
Camila slowly began to feel her senses return to her. It had been an orgasm for the ages. She couldn't remember one quite as intense. She didn't know how to express it or what she now thought about their coupling and, as it tended to when at a loss, her sarcasm won out.
"That. Was. Average" Camila panted, trying her best to sound deadpan.
"Average, huh?" Lauren said as she looked up with a crooked eyebrow.
"Sure," Camila nodded, her breath coming back but the wide grin on her face appearing almost against her will. "A solid C performance. C-plus, maybe"
Lauren straightened her back and wrapped her arms around Camila's waist again, kissing her neck softly. She chuckled a little at Camila's bravado before giving Camila a suggestive look.
"Now?"
"Now," Camila said, her eyes twinkling and the smile still firmly in place, "I'm going to show you how straight girls fuck."
Lauren felt Camila's hands on her stomach, pushing her towards the small couch in the living room. Lauren laughed as Camila did so.
"Still straight then?" Lauren asked with some mock disbelief. As much as she wanted to believe that her powers would have converted Camila as easily as that, she still respected the ground rules that Camila had set out.
"Don't get ahead of yourself," Camila said sternly, albeit with some humour, as she pushed Lauren down onto the couch. "This is a two-time thing."
