134 - Camilla Scott

134 - Camilla Scott
Camilla Scott

The restaurant he took us to was tucked away between the city’s buildings, small and cozy, with large windows offering a perfect view of the snow falling outside. The candles on the tables cast soft shadows on the walls, creating an intimate atmosphere that seemed tailored just for the two of us.

We sat at a table in the most secluded corner, away from curious gazes that glanced at us with a hint of fear when they noticed I was by his side. Benjamin seemed different tonight; he was more relaxed, almost carefree. Perhaps our fun in the car had the effect I was hoping for. I watched him as he took off his coat and casually fixed his hair, making me forget how to breathe.

During dinner, we talked about simple things: how the snow always reminded him of the winters of his childhood, the latest news from the whiskey factory, and even the book he was reading. But there was something about the way he looked at me, how his fingers played with mine across the table, that made everything feel more intimate than any words could express.

Dessert arrived, a chocolate cake with sauce melting gently over it, but I barely noticed. All that mattered was the man in front of me, his eyes fixed on me as if the entire world had vanished.

He took my hand again, tracing small circles on my skin with his thumb.

“Camilla, you know you have all of me, don’t you?”

My breath hitched for a moment, and I could only nod. The intensity in his eyes was almost overwhelming, but I didn’t look away. Suddenly, he stood and held out his hand to me.

“Then come with me…” He smiled, and I extended my hand.

I didn’t ask where we were going. I just took his hand and followed him out of the restaurant. We walked in silence through the snow, the sound of our steps muffled by the white blanket covering the ground. He led me to a luxurious nearby hotel across the street. I didn’t look back or even mention that he hadn’t paid the restaurant bill.

We entered the hotel and went straight to the elevator. It was clear my husband had everything planned. When I saw Benjamin reach into his pants pocket and pull out the room key, I narrowed my eyes at him.

Benjamin turned to me. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. His eyes said it all. He pulled me into his arms, and his lips met mine with an intensity that took my breath away.

The warmth of his body against mine contrasted with the cold outside, and his hands, firm and determined, explored my waist as if he wanted to etch every detail of me into his memory.

“You’re mine, Camilla,” he murmured, his voice husky and laden with desire.

“Forever,” I replied, feeling my soul completely surrender to what we were.

The snow continued to fall outside, but in here, the world seemed to stop, leaving us completely consumed by each other.

Benjamin picked me up before I could react, closing the door behind him with a firm, deliberate motion. The room was luxurious, illuminated by soft light from strategically placed lamps. A subtle scent of fresh flowers filled the air, and champagne rested in an ice bucket beside two crystal glasses. He had really thought of everything.

“When did you plan this?” I asked, my voice coming out as almost a whisper as my eyes scanned the room.

He smiled, a smile that always disarmed me. Setting me gently on the floor, Benjamin slid his hands to my face, holding it tenderly.

“From the moment I realized you needed a romantic escape away from home.” His confession was filled with emotion, making my heart race.

Before I could respond, his lips captured mine again, this time softer, as if he wanted to savor every second. My hands found their way to his neck, pulling him closer as he guided me to the bed, its pristine white sheets laid perfectly out.

His hands were both gentle and possessive. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me feel wanted and cherished. Every move he made was deliberate yet filled with emotion, as if he was giving himself completely.

“You drive me crazy, little devil,” he whispered against my skin, his lips tracing a fiery path down my neck. “From the moment you touched me over my cassock, I knew I’d never be the same without you.”

I smiled as my body responded to every touch, every word. It was as if the world outside didn’t exist, as if the only thing that mattered was this moment, this man who knew how to strip me not just physically, but emotionally.

When we were finally bare, with our clothes scattered around the room, and completely surrendered to one another, Benjamin laid us on the bed and positioned himself between my legs. Even though my body wasn’t the same as it had been before pregnancy, I felt no shame in showing myself to my husband.

"You're so beautiful. Every new mark on your skin is a reminder of how strong and persevering you were to protect our children," he says, kissing one of the few stretch marks that appeared on my hip.

I close my eyes as I feel his tongue moving down the skin of my hip, reaching the scar from my cesarean. I sigh as my Bishop touches me, his tongue tracing a line from my clitoris to my perineum. My back arches off the bed, and I’m prevented from closing my legs as the pleasure builds, leaving me on the verge of combustion.

My hands grip the sheets tightly as my breathing grows heavier with his every move. Benjamin has always known how to push me to the edge, but now the intensity feels heightened, almost unbearable. Every touch, every lick is an unspoken promise, a confession of how much he desires, adores, and worships me.

"Ben..." My moan escapes involuntarily, almost a plea, as my body reacts to the pleasure he expertly provokes.

He looks up at me, his lips glistening with pleasure, and smiles, that satisfied, wicked grin that always leaves me breathless.

"Relax, little devil," he says, his voice husky, as his hands glide firmly down my thighs, keeping them apart. "Tonight, it’s just us."

My body responds before I can process his words. The heat pooling in my belly explodes into waves that make me scream his name, and he continues mercilessly, prolonging every second of my climax until I’m utterly spent. I arch my back, lost in the intensity of the moment, while he watches, visibly pleased with the effect he has on me.

When I finally catch my breath, he moves up my body, his lips leaving a warm, wet trail as he returns to mine. His taste is mixed with mine, a reminder of what we just shared.

"You’re incredible," he murmurs against my lips, his voice heavy with desire but also something deeper, something that makes me feel safe and loved.

"And you’re insatiable," I reply, smiling as I pull him closer, my hands sliding down his back.

"Only with you," he whispers, his erection pressing against me, a reminder that the night is far from over.

Without another word, he enters me slowly, his eyes locked on mine, watching every expression that crosses my face. The sensation feels as though every movement he makes is designed to claim me, to remind me that I’m his, just as he is mine.

Our bodies move in perfect harmony, an intimate dance that transcends the physical. With every thrust, every sigh, Benjamin takes me deeper into a world where nothing else matters but the two of us. And at that moment, under the soft light of the room, we promise each other everything we’ve been and all that we’ll become.

Our movements intensify, the rhythm building as our bodies seek release together. Every moan, every touch, every breath seems to seal the connection we share. The heat between us consumes me entirely.

Benjamin leans closer, his mouth finding the curve of my neck once more, his hands exploring every inch of my skin. His movements grow deeper, more precise, and I feel the pleasure rising again, like a wave about to engulf me.

"You’re everything to me, little devil... Everything." His voice is a husky whisper, laden with emotion, and his words hit me like an electric current.

"And you’re my world, Bishop," I reply, lost in the intensity of the moment, my voice broken by the pleasure he continues to give me.

With one final movement, we both reach the edge, our bodies trembling in unison as the climax overtakes us. It’s overwhelming, a moment that feels like it lasts an eternity, where there’s no separation between us, only a visceral, unshakable love.

Benjamin collapses onto me, his weight warm and comforting as he tries to catch his breath. His hands slowly run through my hair as his lips brush softly against mine, now with a tenderness that contrasts with the passion of moments ago.

"You’re the reason I want to be a better man, Camilla," he murmurs, his eyes shining with a mix of adoration and determination.

I smile, feeling my heart overflow with love and gratitude. My hand caresses his face, tracing the lines I love so much.

"And you’re the reason I know we can face anything together," I reply, my voice soft but full of certainty.

Benjamin moves to my side, pulling me into his arms, where I nestle against him. The silence that follows is comfortable, filled only with the sound of our heartbeats and the snow still falling outside.

As he lazily traces circles on my back, I feel a peace I haven’t experienced in a long time. No matter what the future holds, here, at this moment, I know we are exactly where we’re meant to be.

Loving each other, as it will always be in our enormous family…

The End