Elise and Camille
Copyright© 2025 by Elise
Chapter 2: Scars and Secrets
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 2: Scars and Secrets - A lesbian love story of Elise and Camille.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Fiction Oral Sex
The morning crept into Camille’s flat like a guilty lover — shy, slow, and golden.
Elise blinked against the thin shafts of light slicing through the blinds, her body aching in places she hadn’t realized could ache. The sheets clung damply to her skin, still perfumed with sweat, sex, and Camille’s wicked mouth.
She shifted slightly, only to feel Camille’s arm tighten around her waist.
“Don’t you dare move,” Camille murmured against the nape of her neck, her voice thick with sleep and that heavy French accent that seemed even richer in the early morning hush. She punctuated the words with a lazy kiss just below Elise’s ear, the brush of her lips sending a shiver down Elise’s spine.
Elise swallowed, her throat dry.
“I should go,” she whispered, not moving.
“You should not,” Camille said simply, sliding her thigh between Elise’s legs, a slow, knowing pressure that made Elise’s breath hitch.
A warm hand skimmed down Elise’s stomach, the calluses on Camille’s fingertips dragging delicious friction across sensitized skin. Elise shivered again, not from cold, but from the way Camille touched her like she was something precious — and already owned.
“You taste too good to let you leave,” Camille purred, fingers trailing lower, teasing.
Elise bit her lip, eyes fluttering shut. She wasn’t used to this — this boldness, this hunger directed at her, like she was something to be devoured.
“You’re staring again,” Elise mumbled, cheeks heating.
“I like what I see,” Camille said, nipping at her shoulder. Then, in a lower voice, “And I think you like being seen.”
Elise gasped as Camille’s fingers dipped lower, grazing lightly over her mound but pulling back before giving her what she craved.
“Camille...” she breathed, unsure if it was a plea or a warning.
“Mmm, say it again,” Camille whispered, her mouth finding that sensitive spot just under Elise’s jaw. “Camille ... Camille...”
Elise’s hips rolled forward instinctively, seeking friction, seeking more.
With a chuckle full of mischief, Camille slid down the bed, dragging the sheet with her until Elise’s naked body was exposed to the cool air. She knelt between Elise’s legs, looking up with a gaze so heated it almost scorched.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Camille said, her voice reverent.
“So shy, so sweet ... but your body, ma douce, your body tells the truth.”
Before Elise could respond, Camille dipped her head and licked a slow, deliberate stripe from the inside of her thigh up to the slick heat between her legs.
Elise cried out, hips jerking.
Camille’s hands pinned her thighs open, gentle but firm. “Non, non, non,” she murmured, playful and commanding. “You stay still, bébé. Let me feast.”
And feast she did.
Camille licked and sucked at Elise’s pussy with a kind of hungry reverence, slow at first, teasing. She flicked her tongue over Elise’s clit in lazy circles, then flattened her tongue to press harder, the change of pressure making Elise whimper and twist.
Every few moments, Camille would glance up, catching Elise’s wide, glazed eyes, her flushed cheeks, the way she bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from crying out too loudly.
“Let me hear you, Elise,” Camille coaxed between slow licks, her breath hot against sensitive skin. “Don’t hide it from me.”
Elise whimpered, a helpless sound that made Camille groan in satisfaction.
“You taste like heaven,” Camille murmured, her fingers finally joining the party — one finger slipping inside with torturous slowness.
Elise gasped, her body clenching around the intrusion, hips stuttering.
Camille fucked her slowly with her fingers, her mouth never leaving her clit, building her up so gently it was maddening.
She alternated her strokes — curling her fingers up inside, then withdrawing almost completely, only to thrust back in shallow and teasing.
Elise was panting now, unable to stay silent.
“C-Camille ... please...”
“Please what, bébé?” Camille teased, her voice dripping with wickedness. “Use your words.”