"You have to stop doing that, Camilla."
Jesus Christ! Did she not see what she was doing?
"Being so goddamn sexy, I can't stand it."
She tiptoed, bringing her lips closer to my face.
"Why? Why can't you stand it?"
Questions, too many questions.
I pulled her closer to me, so she could feel the bulging of my crotch between her legs. Her lips parted slightly, I watched her sigh in satisfaction. Her wet tongue licked her lips gently. My length hardened against her, a small moan escaped her lips.
"Fuck!" I cried out and turned my back on her. I wiped my sweat off my forehead with my right palm.
"If you call my name one more time, you won't be able to blame me for how good I'll fuck you, Camilla." I blurted out. I did not care how it sounded, I did not care that she might take me to be a pervert. I only wanted her to know what she was doing, and the effect she had on me.
What I did not expect were the next words that strolled out of her lips.
"Then turn around and fuck me."
From doctor and patient, to friends and then illicit lovers. Can Camilla and Ivan finally stand together to fight the forces against their relationship? Or would both retire to fate and let fear and mistrust take the lead?