somewhere only we know. | james & camila.
a vacation was definitely something james needed right now — not only because he was exhausted from his professional career, but also because he needed to give all of his attention to his family and friends. he was spending time with salomé and samuel but he thought it was time to spend time with someone else; and truth be told, as much as camila could be a pain in the ass all the time, he really liked when she was around and that was the reason why he invited her to join him in miami. as promised, he rented a yacht and they were already having fun; camila was enjoying the sun and james was walking up to her with a tequila bottle, sitting next to her. “thought we could start with this.” he showed her the bottle, smiling as he opened the bottle. she was looking absolutely incredible — and they both knew what was going to happen whilst they were there. being with camila was always nice, they always knew what to do to have fun and james wasted no time. drinking right from the bottle, he handed her the bottle and then looked at her, giving her a smirk and once she was done drinking, he got even closer to her, his hands on her thighs, looking right into her eyes. “you look hot as fuck.” he whispered, kissing her forehead, then getting closer to her lips as he moved away. “you’re always looking hot as fuck.” he squeezed her thighs, licking his lips as he grabbed the bottle from her hand, drinking again. @camiiiila
camila had jumped at the chance to visit james in miami. mainly because she was bored and needed something to start her summer off with a bang. he made her laugh and they had good sex, both of which she needed right now. and she liked how not serious they were. he didn’t expect anything beyond what she could give and could match her insult for insult, which she appreciated. the spending time on a yacht was just the cherry on top. she’d never tell him that tho, that wasn’t part of their dynamic. they bickered, they had rough sex and then snarked at each other until lather, rinse and repeat. as far as cycles went, she didn’t mind this one so much. laying on a yacht in miami with james looking at her with hungry eyes…there were worst ways to spend a sunday.
“when you’re right, you’re right. i DO always look hot as fuck. you’re wearing too many clothes tho. you should fix that,” she smirked at him, accepting the bottle and taking a long swig of it. “i see you got the quality stuff, nice. this one will taste better when you’re licking it off me tho.” there was a challenge in her eyes, her skin burning from the touch from his hands. “think we could get away from fucking on the deck or nah?” they were out on the sea, having left the miami harbour some time ago but who knew if there were paparazzi lurking nearby like locusts. reaching out to the hem of her shirt, she pulled it off and threw the garment over her head, not caring where it landed. tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulled him into a heated kiss.