Chapter 25 #4
A low moan vibrates from Camila’s chest, something Valeria feels more than hears, and a delicious heat blooms, spreading from her lips through every cell of her body—a thousand tiny sparks igniting beneath her skin.
Overwhelmed by the taste of Camila, the press of her body, the urgent thrumming in the air between them, and that noise, Valeria wants that sound again and again until it’s the only thing either of them hears.
Valeria’s hands tighten in Camila’s hair, and she lets out another soft moan, and this one lands straight in Valeria’s core as it tightens painfully.
“Val,” Camila whispers, pulling back enough for her blown-out pupils to find Valeria’s. In that moment, all Valeria can think of is how achingly beautiful Camila is.
“I want you . . . all of you. I . . . I want to make sure it’s not happening because you think I expect it after tonight. I don’t. I’m happy just staying here, watching movies, holding you.”
The thought of expectation never crossed Valeria’s mind. All she feels is raw, unshakable need for Camila, this hunger to be close, to touch, to give in to want and need.
“I promise you,” Valeria murmurs, her fingers threading through Camila’s soft hair, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her palm, “that’s the furthest thing from my mind. But if you need to, we can wait. I don’t want to rush you, ever.”
Camila shakes her head, a soft, shy smile curving her lips. “Trust me, I don’t feel rushed. I just . . . I needed to check in with you. I’ll follow your lead, like always, and if you ever need to stop or change your mind . . . that’s okay.”
The words settle into her like warmth spreading through cold hands, and for a moment, she can’t breathe properly around the swell of feelings rising in her chest. She leans closer without thinking, her nose brushing softly against Camila’s. The contact is light, almost shy.
Valeria hadn’t realized how much she’d needed to hear those words until now.
She had always known Camila would respect her boundaries; Camila had shown it a hundred ways before, but hearing it spoken aloud is different.
Hearing Camila promise it, gently and without hesitation, loosens and opens something deep inside Valeria’s chest.
“I trust you,” Valeria whispers, holding Camila a little tighter. Camila makes her feel safe. Seen. Cared for in a way that makes her chest feel too full, like her heart is expanding faster than her ribs can hold it.
Camila smiles against her, and Valeria feels it before she sees it—the warmth of it pressing gently into her skin.
Valeria tilts her head slightly, and Camila follows without hesitation, lips meeting hers in a soft kiss as her hands cradle Valeria’s face, thumbs brushing over her cheekbones.
Camila’s lips move against Valeria’s with a softness that’s almost painful in its tenderness—a gentle claim wrapped in heat.
Valeria melts into it, letting herself get lost in the feeling.
A soft sigh escapes Camila’s lips against Valeria’s, and she lets out one of her own as she presses closer, letting every ounce of longing and need bubble to the surface.
Camila’s hands roam softly, brushing over Valeria’s shoulders, her arms, and her back, exploring, learning. Valeria is savoring the closeness, the electric trail Camila’s fingers leave as they find their way beneath Valeria’s dress to her lower thigh.
“Is this okay?” Camila asks softly, her hand resting possessively on Valeria’s thigh.
Valeria lets out a low, breathy, “Yes” as her body grows feverish.
Camila’s hands wander, slowly sliding over the curve of Valeria’s hips, as she pulls her in closer. Valeria leans into the touch, molding herself against Camila’s chest, desperate to feel the rise and fall of Camila’s breathing against her, the gentle pressure of their bodies fitting together.
Valeria’s lips drift down from Camila’s, planting soft, teasing kisses along her jawline, making sure to kiss her favorite freckle at the corner of Camila’s jaw, before moving lower until her mouth finds the sensitive skin at the curve of Camila’s neck, where her pulse thrums wildly beneath Valeria’s mouth, quick and alive against her lips.
Valeria lingers there, breathing softly against her skin before biting gently—more of a teasing press of her teeth than anything harsh—just enough to feel the quick flutter of Camila’s reaction beneath her.
Valeria’s hand drifts down Camila’s neck, and her fingers slide lightly around it, pressing enough to draw a small, startled gasp from Camila, a fleeting choke that makes Valeria’s chest tighten with need.
Then her hands wander lower, tracing the line of Camila’s collarbones, fingertips brushing against the warm, exposed skin at her sternum. Valeria’s touch is slow, committing every inch of Camila to memory.
“This blazer of yours has been teasing me all night,” Valeria murmurs against Camila, reaching for the first button before freezing, her fingers hovering over the fabric, trembling slightly.
She hasn’t been with anyone but Brooke in over six years, and every nerve in her body screams at her—this is huge and terrifying.
Camila’s eyes drop to her hands, and she tilts her head. “Hey,” she murmurs, voice low. “We don’t have to do this.”
Valeria shakes her head. “No, I want to, I think I’m just nervous.”
Camila smirks, warm more than teasing, and her hand slides over Valeria’s until their fingers brush the same button.
“We can do it together?”
Valeria inhales sharply, breath uneven, and nods.
Camila’s thumb circles slowly, eyes shooting up to catch Valeria’s reaction as they unbutton the first button together. Valeria’s pulse races with every tiny motion, anticipation coiling tight in her chest, sweet and aching, as they slowly work each button free, their eyes fixed on each other.
When the last button comes undone, Camila settles back, one arm draped along the back of the couch, easy and inviting, letting Valeria decide what happens next.
All Valeria has to do is part Camila’s blazer and take her in; it’s a sight Valeria has been dreaming of all night, all month—maybe longer, if Valeria’s being honest. The thought of all that fantasy becoming reality makes her chest tighten, heat blooming low and slow.
Camila’s eyes meet hers, and her lips curve into the tiniest, patient smile that makes Valeria’s knees weaken.
Valeria lifts a trembling hand toward Camila’s chest, and Camila’s gaze follows the movement.
Valeria slips the edges of the blazer between her index and middle fingers, running them up and down, lightly teasing Camila’s skin.
Her breath quickens, becoming shallow and uneven as Valeria eases the blazer open slowly.
Valeria can feel Camila’s heart pounding against her ribs, matching Valeria’s own.
When the blazer is completely off, Valeria’s mouth goes dry at the sight of Camila’s dark nipples already painfully tight. Her hands ache with the need to touch, to explore every inch of Camila’s body—the curve of her hips, the soft swell of her breasts.
Valeria presses her middle and ring fingers to Camila’s sternum, gliding slowly over her chest, tracing the lines of the tattoo there. A black-and-gray skull anchors the design, dark, butterfly-like wings unfurling behind it. Atop the skull, there’s a vivid lotus—orange, yellow, and pink.
Valeria wants to ask her about it, wants to know the meaning—if there is one—but instead of asking, Valeria leans in, peppering open-mouth kisses along Camila’s chest. She has all the time in the world to learn about Camila’s tattoos. Right now, she would rather learn the way she tastes.
Valeria takes Camila’s nipple in her mouth, and they both moan at the connection.
Valeria’s tongue circles Camila’s nipple slowly, and Camila arches into her, her hands back on Valeria’s thighs, squeezing harder as Valeria gently nips at it.
Camila lets out a long, soft moan, and Valeria’s entire body tingles with a painful pleasure at the sound, like her body doesn’t know how to process all this want.
“I love the way you sound,” Valeria says, her words barely a breath as she takes Camila’s other nipple in her mouth. There’s a gentle pressure against Valeria’s thighs, then the scratch of Camila’s nails digging into Valeria’s skin, followed by a building pressure that explodes into a groan.
“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 her on 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.