32
Darana
The kiss deepens, and the outside world fades away completely.
My lips urgently seek hers, and Camila responds with the same intensity, as if the approaching storm were merely an excuse to give in to this.
Her hands cling to my waist, pulling me toward her as we stand without breaking the kiss.
The coffee sits forgotten on the table, the screens flicker with irrelevant data, and the hum of the equipment becomes background noise I barely register.
“Darana…” Camila murmurs against my lips, her voice hoarse and broken. “If we keep going, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Then don’t, because this is exactly what I want right now.
Screw everything else,” I reply, gently biting her lower lip and tugging it between my teeth.
My fingers tangle in her messy hair, and I pull gently to expose her neck.
I kiss her there, licking her warm skin, savoring the faint taste of salt and coffee.
She moans softly and pushes me toward the back of the cabin, where the large bed takes up most of the space.
The room is dimly lit, illuminated only by a table lamp and the glow of the computer monitors.
We fall onto the mattress, tangled together, with me on top of her.
My hands explore her torso over her clothes, feeling her nipples harden beneath the fabric.
Camila arches her back and begins to undress me with hurried movements, leaving trails of heat in her wake. When I’m down to my bra, she sits up to kiss the cleft between my breasts, her mouth moving lower with hungry urgency.
“You’re so fucking beautiful…” she whispers, unhooking the clasp. My breasts spring free, and she cups them in her hands, kneading them while her mouth closes over one of my nipples. She sucks it hard, bites it gently, and then licks it in slow circles that make me gasp.
“Camila… fuck…” I moan, pressing her head against me. I feel a hot throbbing between my legs, the wetness already soaking through my underwear. I rub myself instinctively against her thigh, seeking friction.
She smiles against my skin and rolls me over, positioning herself on top of me. Her eyes gleam with desire as she pulls my pants and panties down in one swift motion, leaving me completely exposed to her. Her fingers trace my thighs, spreading them apart with deliberate slowness.
Then she slides her fingers along my swollen folds, gathering my wetness and spreading it upward without touching my clitoris directly.
I moan loudly and spread my legs wider, offering myself shamelessly.
Camila kneels between them and lowers her head.
Her hot breath brushes against my pussy before her tongue does.
She licks slowly from bottom to top, savoring every fold and parting them with the tip of her tongue.
When she reaches my entrance, she penetrates me with a deep, wet thrust, fucking me with her mouth while her hands grip my hips to hold me still.
“God… yes… just like that,” I gasp, tangling my fingers in her hair and pushing against her face.
Her tongue slides in and out, swirling inside me, and then moves up to suck on my outer lips, gently nibbling them.
The pleasure is fiery and liquid, and I feel myself getting even wetter against her mouth.
Camila growls with satisfaction and picks up the pace.
She devours my pussy hungrily, as if she’s been dreaming of this for years.
Her lips suck on my folds, her tongue traces them over and over, and every now and then, her teeth brush against the sensitive skin while my hips move on their own, riding her face as pleasure surges through me in waves.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” she says in a hoarse voice, pulling away for just a second to look at me.
“No… not yet,” I manage to say, pulling her up toward me. “I want to feel you too.”
I kiss her hard, tasting myself on her tongue, and push her onto her back.
I tear off her clothes, leaving her body naked before me.
I position myself on top of her and rub my wet pussy against her thigh as I lower my mouth to her breasts.
I kiss them, bite them, and tug on her nipples with my teeth until she moans my name.
My fingers travel down her belly and sink between her folds. She’s soaking wet, hot, slippery… I trace her pussy slowly, parting her swollen lips and exploring every inch. I slide two fingers inside her, and Camila arches her back and digs her nails into my shoulders.
“More… Darana, please…” she begs, grinding her hips against my hand.
I add a third finger and pick up the pace, fucking her with deep, firm thrusts while my thumb brushes close to her clitoris without actually touching it. With my other hand, I squeeze one of her breasts, pinching her nipple. She gasps and moans uncontrollably.
I slide down and replace my fingers with my mouth.
I savor her pussy with devotion, licking her folds, sliding my tongue inside her, and sucking on her lips.
She tastes sweet and salty at the same time—completely addictive.
Camila grabs my head and rides my face, rubbing herself against my tongue with desperate movements.
“Like that… fuck, you know how to eat me so well…” she moans, her voice breaking with pleasure.
I can feel she’s close. Her thighs tremble around my head.
I slide two fingers back inside her and move them quickly while sucking hard.
Camila tenses, screams my name, and comes violently, flooding my mouth with her juices.
I keep licking her slowly, prolonging her orgasm until she collapses onto the bed, trembling.
But I don’t give her a second to catch her breath.
I straddle her face and lower my soaking-wet pussy onto her mouth.
She grabs my buttocks and devours me with renewed hunger.
Her tongue penetrates me as I move over her, riding her face with undulating movements.
My breasts bounce, and I touch my nipples, pinching them.
“Keep going… don’t stop…” I gasp, feeling the pleasure build in my belly.
Moments later, the orgasm hits me hard. I come screaming, clamping her head between my thighs.
I collapse beside her, but only for a moment. Because right away, my hands return to her pussy, caressing the swollen, sensitive folds. And she does the same to me.
Camila smiles mischievously and lies back completely.
I spread her legs and position myself so that our pussies are close together but not rubbing directly against each other.
I prop myself up on one hand and use the other to guide my fingers.
I slide two fingers inside her and, at the same time, rub my clitoris against the back of my hand as I move my fingers inside her pussy.
The movement causes my knuckles to brush against her folds and my pussy to rub against my own hand.
My hips move in a delightful back-and-forth motion that I can’t stop.
“Harder…” Camila asks, and I pick up the pace.
I bite her neck, leaving a red mark. She bites my shoulder in response. The pleasure surges again, unstoppable, and we come almost at the same time, screaming, trembling, and soaking the sheets.
My fingers continue to lazily caress her folds, gathering the moisture still flowing from her.
“This… this is exactly what I needed,” Camila murmurs, kissing me tenderly.
“And I need you,” I reply, pulling her close against my body. “No matter what happens with the storm, I promise you… no one is going to take this away from us.”