Chapter 15

After the show, they go straight to their suite which is on the top floor of the hotel. The room is spacious. There is a king sized bed in the middle of the room.

"You are tired. Why don't you just lay down on the sofa and rest? I'll bring you something to drink," he says. But the next second Camilla's lip is on his lips. Their tongues come into contact passionately.

They undress each other. Derek unbuttons her skirt while she takes off his shirt. When he opens her bra and sees her breasts, his excitement grows.

She lies on the bed and spreads her legs. Derek kneels between her legs. He rubs his hands over her thighs and belly. Then he slips a finger inside her. She is tight. He presses his finger against her clitoris then withdraws. He does this many times until she is wet enough for penetration.

Her hips buck up to meet his every thrust. She moans and gasps at the sensations. His fingers and tongue are everywhere. His cock is deep inside her.

"Come here, sweetheart," he says.

She sits up. He feeds her with his cock. She reaches back, pulling him close to her and wrapping her legs around him.

"Ah! Ah!" She squeals.

Camilla's body is wracked by spasms. Her knees tremble. Her toes curl. Then it happens again. And again and again.

"Oh, baby. Oh, baby. That was good."

Derek kisses her forehead. She cuddles close to him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do anything wrong. You should be angry with me but you aren't. Do you have any idea how much I wanted to do that?"

"How long have you been thinking about me? Thinking about making love to me?"

"A long time. I've thought about you every minute since we met. I would wake up in the morning, take a shower, wash my face and think about your beautiful face."

"Stop Derek. Just stop. I don't want to hear it."

"But you are beautiful, sweetheart. I know you feel it too."

"Don't call me sweetheart. I am not a little girl." Camilla is shy.

Derek speaks no more. With his strong arm he turns Camilla on her back. She feels the bed dips slightly and realizes that Derek has entered her. He is big. She knows what he means to do. She is frightened.

"Please, Derek. Not from the back. Please. I don't want to hurt you," she pleads. She tries to turn away from him but he holds her head down. He puts his hand underneath her buttocks and lifts her up. She cries out when he enters her.

"You won't hurt me, sweetheart. This is right. This is where I belong," he whispers.

Camilla does not resist. He is bigger than her husband. She wants him to fill her. She feels so full. The pain is gone, replaced by pleasure. His penis is thick, and powerful.

He moves slowly. But he does move. His pace increases. He is harder and faster now. There is more friction. His movements become powerful. He is lost in her.

Camilla is no longer afraid. She knows what to expect. She opens herself to him. She is in his arms. She feels him coming inside of her. She pushes back against him. Her hips lift up.

"Yes," she says. "That's good. That's good."

***

Julia sighs. She is looking at her screen where Derek and Camilla is crazily having sex. She turns her head to the side and looks out the window.

It is raining.

She hates rain.