This is a Twitter Thread inspired by this gif here: twitter . com MisNanita/status/1234097262625742848
Maite paused for a moment, forgetful of breath.
"Camino..." she tried chiding— Camino or herself, she wasn't sure.
Camino stayed in her space, her labored exhales ghosting along Maite's lip, reminding her of times where distance played no role.
The hostess' eyes fluttered with wanton anticipation.
With gaze unwavering, Camino allowed her fingers to grasp the end of the red satin ribbon neatly adorned around Maite's neck. On a heavy exhale, she pulled the bow free.
The subtle hiss of the fabric added to their palpable tension.
Maite gasped and Camino swallowed as a flush crept along her cheeks. She grabbed the second end of the ribbon and pulled Maite closer.
The artist took a step forward and allowed Camino to guide her, gasping as her mouth suddenly grew dry and her knees weak; their bodies now sharing space. The brim of Camino's hat brushed against her forehead, yet the sensation was immediately forgotten as lips pressed firmly to her own. A small groan escaped her throat as Camino snaked her free arm around woman's waist and pulled her flush.
The hand Maite had on the doorknob fell away.
Maite, still stunned by the suave confidence, allowed Camino to control the kiss. It was gentle, firm, and well- needed. It conveyed an underlying desire that was easily understood and mutual.
The sturdy edge of the window sill pressed pleasantly into Maite's back. She moaned, openly and with clarity. Camino tittered as she parted her lips, encouraging Maite to do the same; which she did and was overwhelmed by the fierceness Camino met her with. Her hand moments ago, squeezing the cold, study knob now softly caressed, and encouraged, warm, angelic features.
The warmth grew in her body and she moved without restraint as she swooned into her lover. The fire on her cheeks and between her legs paired well to the motion of Camino's tongue against her own. A dull hum swirled in her mind; the coherency lost until she felt ice.
"The door," Maite gasped, breaking their kiss. She panted, touching her lips as she stepped out of their universe and into reality. She swiftly closed the door and locked it with a guilty force. She rested her headed against the frame, her breath still labored.
The floor creaked and soon Maite was enveloped in a hug from behind.
"I forgot that existed the moment my eyes met yours," Camino murmured into the back of Maite's neck.
It was Maite's turn to swallow. She closed her eyes and exhaled. "Camino..."
The artist's hand covered the one now resting around her abdomen. Camino kissed Maite's neck and goosebumps covered the woman's skin.
"If I turn around," Maite spoke breathlessly, "I will have to have you."
A smile pressed on her neck. "If you don't, then can I have you?"
Eager hands moved from hugging to caressing Maite's hips and the kisses returned to her neck. She was lost in a sea of arousal and overwhelmingly pleasurable sensations. A blush burned on her décolletage as words, and the ability to use them, escaped her.
"S-Sí," Maite begged. "You can have all of me."
Elegant fingers drifted up her body and found her top button. Tucking her head, Maite watched, panting, as one-by-one the buttons of her blouse fell open under Camino's dexterous ministrations. She needed to be touched.
Blindly, Camino maneuvered among the layers of fabric until she found the corset Maite sometimes wore. Firmly, she dragged her hands along the fashionable undergarment.
"This does so many things to me," Camino confessed in an suggestive tone. She cupped Maite's breasts.
Maite moaned, the fabric of the corset rubbing against her nipples as Camino fondled her breasts. Her arousal pooled between her legs. Arching, Maite sought firmer contact against Camino, where she undulated her hips, punctuating her need.
"Touch me," Maite panted. Camino slipped her hand beneath the cup of the corset so they were touching skin to skin. Maite hissed and leaned back, resting her head against Camino's shoulder. "You are my undoing." Camino smiled.
"Gladly," Camino answered. Hands, body, and warmth were gone in a rush of cool confusion until Maite's body sat with a heavy thud on the bench next to the door. She blinked and found Camino kneeling before her, hands quickly gathering her skirt and slip.
Camino's eyes reflected her hunger and eagerness as she lifted the navy skirt slowly. She planted a kiss the the inside of Maite's knee once exposed. Maite bit her lip.
"I can't decide," Camino said before planting another kiss, "if I should kiss you," again a kiss, "or taste you."
"Whichever you decide, please, just do it soon," Maite answered.
Camino kissed the inside of Maite's right thigh and shifted herself to hover over her lover. Hand still beneath the skirt, Camino kissed her fully and eased her back, pulling her hips forward.
Maite gasped as two fingers entered her. She arched and pressed herself closer for a stronger sensation. Camino smirked, moving to kiss her neck while her fingers set a steady rhythm; one Maite easily met, rolling and thrusting.
"Camino," she moaned.
Camino kissed her and continued until Maite parted for air. "Yes, there," Maite encouraged. Camino watched as the pleasure played across Maite's features; a memory to serve her well as she thought about taking Maite as she faced the door next time.
Maite wound her arms around Camino's shoulders, where she clung to her, seeking release as her movements became uncoordinated. She gasped and groaned, encouraging all of the touches. Her body grew tight, arching, then immediately convulsed as teeth bit hungrily on her neck.
Maite came, shouting.
Camino moved to swallowed her cries of ecstasy with a sloppy and smug kiss; one that despite her attempts ended with her giggling.
"Shhh the neighbors might hear you." They shared a kiss.
"I think you'd like that," Maite replied breathless.
Camino bit her own lip and smirked.