sarah's girl (sarah cameron x reader) [explicit]
writing this bc there is a disappointing LACK of sarah smut. anyways.
Without fail, every day of the summer, around 3 to 4 o’clock, it would rain. Your mother called it the “Carolina Storms”, but you just thought it was annoying, since it practically put your afternoons on hold. This time it was especially annoying, since you had been out boating with your best friend of ten years, Sarah, and the rain meant you had to go back to the dock.
You were standing near the bow of Sarah’s family yacht with your hands on the railing when you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Hey,” Sarah said, placing her head on your shoulder. “No thunder.”
“Yeah? What about it?” You said, noticing the grin on her face.
“Well, if there’s no thunder,” She said, bringing her hands to your hips. “There’s no reason to go in. The water’s calm enough, see?”
You felt your heart flutter at how her hands squeezed your hips gently when she looked out at the water. Sometimes, you didn’t think it was fair how she teased you like this- you knew she was in love with some guy she met on the Cut, and before that she had been in love with that dippy country-club idiot, Topper. You had been there through all of her crushes, and boyfriends, and flings, knowing that she’d never look your way. So, you shoved all of your unrequited feelings to a faraway corner of your mind, and played the part of the perfectly supportive best friend. But that didn’t mean that they were completely gone- at times like these, when it was just you two and Sarah was being her casually, platonically affectionate self, your heart ached.
You felt the rain start to soak the two of you. “Hey,” Sarah said again. “You look really pretty in the rain. Not that, like, you don’t always look pretty.” She moved her hand to your face, pulling you to look at her. “It’s just, you look especially good right now.”
You bit back tears, looking away. You couldn’t handle this; you knew that this was just her personality, and this was how she acted with everyone, but you yearned for more. Sarah cupped your face, turning your teary eyes back to hers. She looked concerned, her brows knitted and her mouth downturned. “Tell me what’s wrong. Please.”
You didn’t say anything, instead opting to just look into her eyes. Her face softened. “Can you let me make you feel better?” She asked gently, caressing your cheek. You nodded. She took your hand, leading you to the cabin of the boat and closing the door once you both were inside. Her gaze turned from soft to… hungry, you thought. Her eyes raked over you up and down, and backed you against the door. She moved her leg between yours, pushing her knee up. “So, pretty girl, what do you say?” She said, slowly grinding her knee.
“What about the guy?” You asked. Sarah laughed. “What, you mean John B.? No, love, he and I are just friends. Colleagues, if you will.”
She leaned in, finally connecting your lips. She kissed you like she had been longing to for ages, like she was finally completing a piece of her soul. She slipped her tongue into your mouth, and her hands ran along your sides. She trailed her tongue along your jaw, and sucked marks on your collar bones before soothing them again with gentle licks. She took her lips off your skin just momentarily to breathe out in a low, sultry tone; “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous-”. Immediately she brought her lips back to your skin, her fingers moving to untie your bikini top. Sarah rips it off of you once she unties it, tossing it to a soon-to-be-forgotten-about corner of the Druthers cabin. She moves back, gazing at your tits.
“Look at you, pretty girl,” She says, dragging you to the nearest surface, which just so happens to be the loveseat in the center of the cabin. She lays you down on it and connects your lips once again, moving her hands to your newly exposed nipples. Sarah dragged her tongue down to your chest, taking your right nipple into her mouth while her hand played with the left, softly squeezing.
She unbuttoned your shorts flawlessly, pulling them down your legs, and then playing with the hem of the bikini bottoms you were wearing. She pressed her fingers against your clothed pussy, evoking a sweet whine from you. “Sarah,” you moaned. “Please, more.” Sarah responded by slipping the bikini bottoms off your body completely, and taking a moment to stare in awe at the sight of your bare, slick cunt, all spread out for her. She ran a finger down your slit, reveling in how you shivered with delight.
“Sit up,” Sarah whispered against your lips. You obliged, sitting on the edge of the loveseat, as she kneeled down in front of you. She looks so beautiful at this angle- her eyes shining with lust, her lips slightly parted, and her hands on your thighs, all for the purpose of pleasing you. Sarah directed her eyes back to your cunt, again running her fingers through your wetness. She softly flicked your clit, beginning to rub circles around it. You felt your thighs start to tremble, your hips bucking towards her hand in search of more stimulation. “Please,” You gasped out, as her fingers started to apply more pressure, “Please, Sarah.”
She indulged your pleas by pressing her nose into your cunt, inhaling the scent of you and letting out a pitched moan. Her tongue ran over your thighs, pressing kisses onto the juncture between your thighs and your pelvis, leaving you squirming. She sucked a hickey into the inside of your thigh, and you could feel her breath on your pussy, eager for more.
Finally, finally, she runs her tongue through your folds, causing you to gasp out. Sarah expertly wraps her lips around your clit, sucking lightly. The immediate rush of stimulation to your neglected clit overwhelms you, creating more slick that Sarah dips her tongue into your cunt to lap at. She gently tongue fucks you, and your hips buck at her face; she brings her hand to your clit in response, rubbing circles into it. She brings you to your high, and your thighs tremble as you cum on her face.
You start to pull away, closing your thighs, but Sarah remains between them. “I’m not done yet,” she says, with an intense tone. “Sit on my face. Now.” She pulls your legs toward her, beckoning you off of the loveseat onto the floor. She lays on her back, and places her hands on your hips, pulling you over her face so your knees are on either side of her. “God.. your pussy is heavenly, I swear.”
Your legs are still a little shaky, so when Sarah pulls you down, you can’t resist her grip. Her tongue immediately slides out, licking with quick, strong strokes. “And you taste.” She licks a long stripe from perineum to clit. “So.” She flicks her tongue against your clit. “Good.” She punctuates the word by dipping her tongue into your hole again. You’re still sensitive from your previous orgasm, so it isn’t long until you cum again, soaking her face. She moves one hand from your hips to slip it inside her bikini bottoms, fucking herself on her fingers while she mouths at your pussy. You gasp out, overstimulated from the consistent attention lathered onto your cunt, as you reach your high over and over.
You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve cum on her face, your mind a hazy wave of pleasure. Your hips buck at her face, uncontrollably, and hers buck into the air in turn as she chases her own high. You break your cloud of pleasure briefly to reach your own hand into her bikini bottoms, furiously rubbing at her clit while she fucks herself onto her fingers. She moans into your pussy as she orgasms, the vibrations from her moan propelling you into another orgasm.
You collapse next to her on the floor, grabbing her hand to keep you both connected. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” she says, turning to meet your gaze.
“What?” You sit up, shocked. “Sarah, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
You both laugh as you lay back down, putting your head into the crook of her neck. “I love you,” you whisper. “I always have, and I always will.”
She presses a kiss to your forehead, whispering back “I love you, too.”
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