Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CAMILA
Before Camila can process how it happened, her slacks are on the floor, and Valeria’s mouth is tracing a wet path across her rib cage.
Camila’s breath hitches as Valeria finds sensitive skin below her breastbone, and then lower, to the flat of her stomach, pressing open-mouth kisses there as her hand roams up Camila’s body, cupping one of her breasts in her hand, rolling one of Camila’s nipples between her fingers.
Camila bites her lip to keep from moaning.
To be clear, Camila isn’t complaining; having Valeria ravish any part of her body feels amazing. She’d be lying if she didn’t admit she’s thought about this moment more times than would be considered appropriate.
This moment, though, will be ingrained in her memory forever.
Nothing she’d imagined before could compare to having Valeria on her knees in front of her, head between her thighs as her mouth inches closer to where Camila needs it most, biting and licking through the thin fabric of Camila’s underwear.
Valeria’s fingers trace the waistband of Camila’s underwear. Their eyes lock as she slowly slides them down Camila’s hips and her legs before tossing them over her shoulder.
Camila’s elbows move to rest on the back of the couch, waiting for Valeria’s next move. Watching with an eyebrow raised as Valeria licks her lips. Valeria leans forward, her gaze never breaking from Camila’s, a slow smile spreading across her face.
Camila’s lips part slightly, about to say something, tease her, but Valeria’s hands slide to her thighs, and her fingertips drag, nails grazing skin in a slow scrape, and whatever was on the tip of Camila’s tongue evaporates, along with all of her thoughts.
Her breath hitches, and all she can do is watch Valeria’s mouth curve into a smirk as she leans in, close enough to make Camila’s skin prickle.
“Cat’s got your tongue?’ Valeria breathes, amusement curling low in her voice.
Valeria doesn’t wait for an answer; instead, her mouth presses a kiss to the inside of Camila’s thigh, then another, unhurried, each one creeping higher, letting the moment smolder and anticipation coil tight in Camila’s core.
When Valeria finally brushes closer to her clit—so close Camila feels the promise of it more than the touch itself—the sensation snaps through her like a live wire, frustration and want tangling together.
It’s fleeting, cruelly so, gone almost before she can react.
Valeria pulls away without giving her relief, turning instead to kiss the other thigh, as if nothing at all had happened, leaving Camila suspended.
Valeria lingers there, unhurried, her lips warm against Camila’s skin, as if savoring the control of the moment.
Camila’s fingers curl into Valeria’s hair, and a breathy sound slips from Valeria.
“Am I going too slow for you?” Valeria’s voice is soft, almost lazy.
Camila lets out a shaky breath, jaw tightening as she fights for composure. “Not at all,” she manages, the words coming out thinner than she intends. Valeria is a tease, and it’s going to undo Camila at the seams.
Valeria hums, clearly pleased. She doesn’t say anything else, lets her thumb trace a slow, absent-minded line along Camila’s leg. Valeria leans in, close enough that Camila can feel her breath.
“If you tell me what you want, I’ll do it,” Valeria murmurs, that deliciously mischievous smirk returning. “I’m really good at following directions, you know?”
A shudder of pleasure runs through Camila, and her breath leaves her in one sharp exhale. The air between them crackles, and silence stretches as Camila’s body hums with anticipation.
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 mouth ghosts 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, the way 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.