133 - Camilla Scott
133 - Camilla Scott
Camilla Scott
Leaving home was almost a marathon. Benjamin was patient as he gave a detailed list of recommendations to the two babysitters staying with our quartet, as well as to Sophia and Amelia, who had arrived at our house looking for their husbands and Ravi.
I didn’t want to leave, but I understood that this moment with my Bishop was important, not just for him, but for me too. I need to remind myself that I’m not only the mother of four beautiful babies who are just starting to say "Mommy," which has been making my husband a bit jealous.
Today, our sporty red car was completely different from the minivan we usually use to take our quartet to doctor’s appointments. I still haven’t had the courage to take them out for leisure; I fear we might fall into an ambush, complicating Benjamin’s life, which isn’t as simple as I’d like to imagine.
“You’re so lost in thought,” he says, holding my hand.
“I’m just realizing how fortunate we are…”
I smile as I notice he’s parked the car in the lot of the restaurant he chose for our evening.
“It’s not just that. Tonight, we’re celebrating more than our children. I want to remind you how much I love you,” he says, his smile growing wider.
“Well, that’s intriguing, and I get the feeling our night might go long!” I tease, reaching out to touch the lapel of his tuxedo. Benjamin had told me to dress in an evening gown.
I was unsure about what to wear, so I asked for help from the girls who had raided my closet. I ended up choosing a black dress that fit my new body perfectly. To my delight, and with a bit of exercise, my body has almost returned to its former shape. I’ve gained a few pounds and curves that seem to excite my husband even more every time he sees me naked in our room.
I bite the corner of my lip, feeling a growing excitement as I gaze at my handsome husband in his bow tie and dark suit, which contrasts with his skin and light hair. I press my thighs together, trying to suppress the urge to climb onto his lap right then and there.
“Your skin reveals your desire for pleasure.”
My breathing quickens, and I nod, confirming the sinful longing I feel at this moment. Though my husband is no longer a Bishop, and despite everything that happened with the church months ago, to me, he will always be the man of God I pulled from his place of honor.
“Do you want me?” he asks, turning to face me and lifting my chin.
“More than you can imagine, Bishop.”
His sly smile is so alluring that I feel my skin grow warm, just like my aching core, which pulses with a desperate need for his touch and the friction only he can provide.
Benjamin grins and pushes his seat back, making room for me to sit on his lap. He pulls me close as I adjust the fabric of my dress to settle in, his fingers gently gripping my chin as he plants a soft kiss on my lips before whispering near my ear:
“Don’t tease me, little devil, or we’ll never make it to the party.”
I shiver at the dangerous mix of desire and anticipation running down my spine. I try to compose myself, but he’s a master at testing my limits. Benjamin has always known exactly how to unravel me with a look or a touch, and right now, he seems to enjoy the tension he’s created between us.
“You play dirty, especially when you look this good…” I murmur, trying to sound steady, but my voice falters, betraying my excitement.
He leans back slightly, flashing that victorious smile that makes me want to pull him close and erase the distance between us. Instead, I lift the fabric of my dress and watch as he unzips his pants, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting him.
“Now ride me, isn’t that what you want?” The shameless tease never misses an opportunity.
I feel my cheeks burn at Benjamin’s bold provocation, but at the same time, an intense heat spreads through my body, fueling my uncontrollable desire. He knows exactly the effect his words and actions have on me and seems to revel in my torment. I try to regain control of the situation, but it’s a losing battle, he’s already claimed my sanity.
“Careful what you ask for, Bishop. I’m not one to back down from a challenge,” I reply, letting my voice carry a defiant tone.
He raises an eyebrow, clearly entertained, as his fingers push my panties aside, and his other hand guides me to feel his penetration filling me completely. For a moment, everything seems to stop. The tension is palpable, the air charged with electricity.
"You’ll have to show me then, Little Devil. Show me what you really want," he teases, his voice rough and laden with desire, his gaze burning into mine.
I let my hands slide over his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. He takes a deep breath but says nothing. His hands grip my waist, firm and possessive, pulling me closer, forcing my movements to find a rhythm that suits us both, finally surrendering to the desire consuming us.
"Do you think you can provoke me and walk away unscathed?" I whisper against his lips, letting the tip of my tongue trace a teasing line to the corner of his mouth.
The low sound that escapes his throat is the only confirmation I need. His hands explore my body over the fabric of my dress with urgency, while his lips capture mine in a searing kiss. There's no room left for hesitation or restraint. It's wild, voracious, and exactly what we both need.
His lips trail down to my neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin, while his skilled hands find their way to the thin fabric covering my dress. My breathing grows heavy; my body responds to every touch, every word murmured against my skin.
"You are mine, Camilla. You always were, and you always will be!" he murmurs, his voice a mix of authority and need.
Those words are my undoing. I surrender completely, giving myself over to the intensity that is my Bishop. I keep moving up and down on his erection, feeling my body ready to reach its peak, just as I can feel him pulsing inside me.
My nails dig into his shoulders as the tension within me builds, a whirlwind of pleasure threatening to consume me. Every synchronized movement of our bodies is a silent, raw, and desperate declaration. Benjamin keeps his hands firmly on my waist, guiding me with fierce control, but his gaze, fixed on mine, reveals a vulnerability he rarely dares to show.
"Camilla…" He moans my name, his voice hoarse and broken, as his control begins to falter.
His lips find mine again, hungry, devouring every moan that escapes me. I feel the rising heat as we reach our climax, an explosion that leaves us breathless, trembling, and completely surrendered to the moment.
When our breathing finally begins to slow, he holds me close, his forehead resting against mine. No words are necessary. What we shared was far more than physical; it broke through all the barriers I had erected because of motherhood.
"I never should have let you get this close, but now I can't imagine my life without you," he confesses, his voice low and filled with a sincerity that hits me like a blow.
"We’re complicated, yes, but this…" I gesture between us. "This is real."
He sighs, running a hand through his tousled hair before pulling me closer, as if afraid I might disappear.
"No matter what happens, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. Always."
His words warm my heart but also cast a shadow of worry. Benjamin has enemies, many of them, and being part of his world means sharing that risk. Yet, looking into his eyes, I see the promise of someone who will fight tooth and nail to keep his word.
I kiss him softly, as if to seal that promise, before nestling in his arms. The night is far from over. But for now, we are safe, together.
With my body, a little more relaxed and feeling slightly less longing, I slip off my husband’s lap and look at the mess we’ve made. He chuckles softly, watching me smooth the creases he caused in my dress, and gives me one last kiss on the top of my head.
"You’re stunning, and everyone deserves to see my beautiful wife tonight."
I smile, still trying to regain my composure, and grab my purse. I watch my husband step out of the car, walk around, and extend his hand to me, which I accept with a smile on my lips. As we step out of the car, I feel like a queen beside my king.
No matter what happens beyond the walls of our home, I know nothing can shake what we’ve built. After all, we are fire, and together, we burn intensely.