Lauren's PoV
The early morning sun hit me like a ton of bricks. I blinked when I noticed the time on the clock. 8:39am.
We haven't even been asleep for more than three hours, having spent the rest of the night making sweet love. Yes, it was sweet. So fucking sweet.
I turned and watched as Camila slept peacefully. The sheet was covering her waist, leaving her back exposed as she was splayed out on her stomach. I knew she had to be at her practice by two that afternoon, so I wanted her to get a bit more rest.
I, however, was oddly wide awake. I kissed Camila's shoulder and whispered that I loved her in her ear before getting up and taking a quick shower.
I figured she'd hear me in the shower and come join me but I guess she was sleeping that deep. When I returned back to my room, she switched positions, the sheet still pooled at her hips but her front was now exposed. I snickered at the marks that were left on her body from the night before. I guess my teeth got a little too carried away.
Her breasts were perfect in the sunlight. She was so fucking gorgeous and she showed me over and over again just how much she loved me.
Wanted me.
Needed all of me.
I was one lucky Jauregui.
After sitting on the bed and watching her sleep for a bit, I grabbed a pair of jeans and my bra and made my down the hall to my father's music room. I had inspiration come to me and she was sleeping soundly in my bed.
I sat down at the bench of my Grand piano. It was a sweet sixteen birthday gift. My fingers trailed over the keys lightly. I hadn't touched the thing in nearly a year. I probably needed to practice before I started to play in front of people.
She is the mystery
Beneath the blanket of stars
That one that you can't unravel
Even though you try so hard
I found my way home. The keys were flowing underneath my fingers as the words spilled from my lips.
"Try an octave lower," a low voice said in my ear and I froze.
"Camz," I inhaled deeply and licked my lips when her fingers danced across my shoulders as she walked from behind me, to stand in front me. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head when I noticed she was wearing my black sheer robe with nothing underneath.
"I missed you," she pouted, her fingers still on my shoulders, fingering over the bra straps. The sleepiness in her voice made it raspier and sexier that I bit my lip at the sound of her.
"I'm sorry if I woke you." I allowed my hands to move, grabbing the tie that was done up on the robe covering her body.
"You didn't," Camila smiled and stepped between my legs, her fingers running through my slightly damp hair. "I'm just sorry I missed sharing a shower with you," her nose was buried in my hair, inhaling with a soft sigh, "you smell amazing."
I was eye level with her breasts; the flaps from the robe were slightly opened. "You should really be wearing something more than that," I whispered.
"As opposed to your bra and jeans?" Camila leaned back and smirked.
"No one can see my nipples," I scowled and pouted. I brought my fingers up to trace her hardened nipples through the material of the robe. She bit her lip and moaned softly. "That feel good?" I smirked. She nodded silently.
"Lo," she looked down at me with her clouded chocolate eyes and I knew where her mind had drifted.
I untied her robe and slid my hands inside, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. She hissed as my teeth bit her nipple through the robe. Standing up, I pressed her against the piano, her ass sitting on the keys caused a bunch of notes to fill the air. I growled as she wrapped her legs around my waist, the buckle from my belt pressing insistently against her centre. "Fuck me, Lo," she moaned into my ear and I closed my eyes tightly, controlling my breathing.
I knew we should've moved things into the bedroom just in case my parents came home from their all night party they attended too. But the smell of Camila, the taste of Camila, the sound of Camila made me want her right there and then.
I hoisted her up on top of the piano and kissed down her neck, pulling myself closer to her. I felt her fingers work my belt buckle and after succeeding, she undid my jeans and slid her hands low on my hips, squeezing as she groaned.
Fuck.
I disengaged myself from her limbs and quickly kicked my jeans off of me and then opened the robe that occupied the brunette's gorgeous body. I leaned in, my nose touching her stomach where her abs were very well defined. Yes, she worked out a lot. My hands trailed up the inside of her thighs teasingly, feeling her quivering and gasp for air as my fingers inched closer to her hot center. I took the time to pay special attention to each of her breasts with my lips and teeth, making her squirm.
I felt her fingers undo my bra and heard it land on my drums that I got on my thirteenth birthday. Her hands were always touching my breasts. She had to be squeezing them and making them more sensitive because she knew just how much I loved it. "Camila," her name came out in a throaty whisper as I crawled up on the piano with her, causing her to slide back a bit, "tell me where to touch you," I placed a delicate kiss just below her ear, chuckling as her breathing picked up.
"Mmhg," she writhed as my fingers pressed lightly against her hips, bending my knee to press into her center.
"Tell me, Cabello," I husked, teeth tugging at her earlobe, grinding into her more. I knew I could work her into a frenzy where she wouldn't be able to answer me at all. "Where," I growled, nipping at her outstretched neck, "should I," I cupped her, moaning at the wetness that pooled in the palm of my hand, "touch you."
"Everywhere." Camila groaned, lifting her hips as best as she could but I was putting pressure on her so she couldn't. "Fuck, Jauregui," she groaned even louder, her head tossing back as I rubbed the heel of my hand against her hardened clit.
"You look so fucking sexy," I breathed heavily and then chuckled, biting my bottom lip as I slid two fingers inside of her, "Sorry, I meant you are," I started a slow rhythm, pressing my open mouth against her panting lips, "so fucking sexy."
"Fuck!" Camila started to dig her nails into my shoulders as I sped up the rhythm a little more. She was panting, breathing hard and moaning all at once. Her breath was hot against my cheek as I adjusted myself when her persistent hands tugged at my lacy underwear.
The moment my underwear was off, I felt Camila's hand trail down my side before she slipped it between our bodies and immediately circled my clit. "Jesus Fuck," I jerked my hips as I felt her enter me, picking up the pace I was at.
Her other hand slid across my neck, pressing our foreheads together. Her dark chocolatee eyes penetrated right through me as she thrust harder. I almost faltered in my own movements but never did. My tongue flicked across her upper lip, rocking my hips along her fingers.
"F-feel good?" Camila moaned quietly, her hips keeping in time with mine. I whimpered in reply when she moved her thumb over my clit while bending her knee so I had more to ride on. I closed my eyes tightly and moved a little quicker. "Lo," her voice was strained. I could feel her warm tight muscles clamp around my digits, pulling me deeper. Her mouth was hot against mine, her tongue probing into my willing mouth blowing harsh air through our noses.
"You like this?" I tried to speak firmly but the feeling in my lower stomach caused me to gasp and mewl. "Me," I bit the side of her neck, "fucking you on my piano?"
"Lauren!" Camila screamed, I could feel her orgasm building and it was building quickly. My fingers never let up when she grabbed the back of my neck hard and looked at me. "Show me," she pleaded in a hoarse tone, "show me how Dirty Jauregui likes to fuck."
I blinked and slowed down my movements. My eyes searching her face for any facial expression. There was just complete lust and want there.
"No Lo," She cupped my face, "You're mine," she reassured me and bit my bottom lip with her teeth, while moving her hips again, "just fuck me like she would."
Oh God.
I allowed my head to fall between the junction of her neck and shoulder, groaning at the lust that filled her voice. "Camz," I breathed, moving my fingers against her more assertively, "are you sure?"
"Do it," she gripped my hair and grabbed my wrist, pushing me deeper into her. Her eyes rolled back and her lips parted.
How could I refuse that?
I got up on my knees and adjusted myself, straddling her thigh. I missed that she was in me, but I wanted her to feel everything. This was about her. I could get off just listening to her scream my name and the fact that she was about to come all over my Grand piano was more of a turn on then anything.
I leaned forward and kissed her lips softly and then nipped at her swollen lips roughly. "You want to play, hockey star?" I breathed against her already flushed skin. I tugged on her earlobe before licking the shell and moving my lips downwards. My fingers weren't moving inside her at all but I could feel her pulsating and it was weakening my defenses. "You want it dirty?" I asked huskily.
Camila gasped as I nipped at her collarbone, sliding my lips down further before tugging at her left nipple with my teeth. "Fucking hell Lauren, please!" She cried in pleasure as I bit down on the swollen nub. I chuckled throatily and repeated the same action on the other breast.
I moved my hips against her very muscular thigh, smearing my wetness against her as she twitched. My fingers started moving inside her with quick short jabs.
She was already arching off the piano, tugging at her hair, gripping my shoulders, screaming obscenities out for the whole house to hear. It only made me move quicker, faster and deeper. I filled her with three fingers, fucking her hard.
"Laur-fuck!" Camila cried as I stretched her a bit more with a fourth finger. I could feel her dripping down my wrist and the watched as the droplets hit the perfectly shiny black surface of the piano. Our bodies were sweaty and slick against each others. I could feel just how tight she was, barely moving my fingers against her.
"You're so fucking tight," I whispered against her sweaty neck, moving my hand harder. I screamed as fingernails dug into my back, scratching down harder.
That hurt.
But oh so fucking good.
"Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fucking shit baby, I'm gonna-" Camila's body started to spasm hard as I fucked her harder. Using everything I had, I gave Camila what she wanted, craved, needed.
My own hips moved against her thigh, relieving the constant ache for release. I felt myself drip, soaking wet. I needed to come with her. I needed it and wanted it. The cries that tore through Camila's vocal chords hit every last nerve and I was there.
Our bodies shook uncontrollably, teeth were being sunk into skin to muffle more screams and Camila came harder than she ever had before. I could see stars as I held her close to me.
Several minutes passed before I felt her loosen her grip on me and I brushed a few strands of her hair away from her damp face. "Hey," I whispered, brushing my lips over her cheeks, tasting the saltiness from the tears that she shed, "are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?" I whispered worriedly.
"Mmm," Camila smiled lazily and shook her head just as slow. "'ntense," she slurred sleepily.
I grinned and nodded, kissing the tip of her nose. I grimaced when I felt how stiff my knees were from the pressure of the cool surface beneath us. "I love you, Camila."
"Mmhmm," she nodded slowly with a wider grin. Her fingers came up to brush against my lips. "Hot."
I smirked and leaned in to her kiss her again, she gasped. "Easy," I breathed as I slowly started to ease out of her. To my surprise, Camila grabbed my body again and felt another jolt run through her with more wetness gushing out and dripping on my piano. "Jesus Mary, Camila." I groaned as she whimpered, more tiredly.
"N-no more," Camila gasped and twitched as I lowered my body back down to hers.
"Okay baby," I whispered, kissing her cheeks, her jaw line, her neck.
We stayed like that until I felt Camila's legs move to wrap around me. I looked over at the large sundial shaped clock and realized I had forty-five minutes to get Camila back to the hotel.
"No," she whined in protest but I was able to get her off the piano. I smirked at the wet surface. "Rubbery legs," she pouted as I put the robe back on her and quickly dressed myself.
"Aww, what happened to big bad Camzi?" I cooed playfully and she scowled.
Fuck, she was so fucking gorgeous. I could just push her up against the wall and-
"Should we shower?" Camila asked as I wrapped an arm around her waist, moving her towards my bedroom. I locked the music room door and had to remind myself to clean the piano off when I got home.
"You," I kissed her softly on the neck, ushering towards my bathroom, "should shower."
"But-" She was silenced by two of my fingers. Two of the four fingers I had buried so deep inside her.
Fuck.
I groaned and pushed myself away while I could before I gave into temptation and followed her in the shower.
"Go." I swatted her ass and watched as she stripped her- my robe and stepped into the shower.
Fuck.
I looked at the time and cursed it for moving so quickly.