Page 47 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

I move from her to examine her full round breasts. She moans out loud when my mouth touches them.

"Do you want me?" I ask, looking up at her. I can see her struggling to answer me.

"Yes!" she whispers, "I want you more than you know." I yank Camile's panties off her legs, and my fingers trace her body from her navel down to her pussy.

Camile is so wet that I am afraid I may drown in her. She desperately goes for my dick, but I hesitate. "Not now," I whisper in her ear. "Not now, Camile."

She obliges, and I raise her legs above my head. I can feel Camile surrendering to me, trying to hold the edge of the bed, waiting for my tongue to enter her pussy. My tongue finds her clitoris, and her first explosion is on my face. I look up from between her thighs; Camile is out of control, barely aware of what is happening. As if she doesn't want me to stop, she pushes my head down.

“Do you want my dick now?” I ask, smiling at the desperation in my voice.

"Please!" she begs. I succumb to her plea. I slide my hand to her back, pulling her so close that her breasts touch my bare chest.

She moans as I slide inside her - a long groan that makes her dig into my back with her fingernails. I begin to move, thrusting into her as she heaves from pleasure. She moves up and down with me in tandem. I feel her pussy tighten, sending a sensation down my spine. I can't hold the groaning bursting from my throat.

We remain like that, stuck in each other's arms, moving to the rhythm of our breaths and wishing it would last a lifetime. My orgasm is coming soon. I close my eyes, hoping to hold it a little longer, but when I feel Camile spill below me again, I let myself go. I pull back from Camile, watching her shake uncontrollably on the bed. I kiss her tummy, taking toilet paper to clean our mess.

I let out a deep sigh as I lie back down on the bed. Camile tries to catch her breath, but I hold her as I whisper the words I never thought say to anyone.

"I love you," I say, closing my eyes and pretending to fall asleep.

*****

It is unhealthy that I often have to remind myself that I am not really married to Camile. Sometimes, I lose myself to her grace.

I wish I could break free of the bondage my mind is in and make Camile mine forever. I pull her close this morning, smelling the fading scent of her fruity shampoo.

She snuggles against me, still sleeping or pretending to sleep. I don't know what I am doing with Camile, breaking my first-ever rule of this whole marriage thing.

Even worse, I told her I loved her last night. Am I going crazy? I remember that she didn't say it back; it made me nervous.

"Are you awake?" I hear Camile's gentle voice say to me.

I turn her to face me. “Yes, I am,” I reply, pulling her hair back. I try not to talk too much; I fear my breath will be unpleasant, so I move back as she motions to kiss me.

"Don't you want to kiss me?" Camile asks, and I shake my head. I want to kiss her from now to eternity.

I want us to be where we won't be disturbed. I want her smell to fill my nose for ever.

"I have bad breath," I say, "…morning breath."

Camile draws closer; the tip of her nose touches mine. "I don't care," she clarifies. "I just want you to kiss me."

I shake my head, not obliging her this time. She moves away, disappointed. I pull her back as she turns away. “I don’t mean it that way,” I say. “I just thought you wouldn’t like my morning breath. I’ll kiss you a million times after I brush my teeth.”

Camile is stubborn; she doesn't want to be kissed after I brush my teeth. She wants to be kissed now.

I finally give in to her request, pulling her in. She closes her eyes before our lips meet.

She kisses me hard as my hand rubs her back. She moans as our tongue collides. She takes in my breath, digging her hands into my hair.

I pull her back, "Do you want some this morning?" I ask, but the alarm rings, and we both realize that we have this family function thing with my and Amelia's family.

“Do we have to go?” she asks, somewhat pleading.

“Yes, we have to go,” I say, making her realize that going to the family function is one of the ways to garner Mother's forgiveness.

"Aren't Henry and Amelia supposed to be on their honeymoon?" Camile inquires. "They just got married, for God's sake."

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