The Billionaire’s One Night Stand

CHAPTER3

She must be out of her mind.

Camilla was breathless, her body felt like it was seated somewhere on the clouds. She couldn't feel most of her lower extremities, except in the spots where Raffaele's mouth touched, random places like her collarbone where he was currently nibbling on. Camilla had never known that could be an erogenous zone, apparently it was.

"Oh God" she moaned, her toes curling in on themself, this was not what she did in her free time, she was a wallflower. She didn't go about accepting strangers' offers to bed her but she was.

"I'm not God, sweetheart but I appreciate the compliment" he muttered, moving lower, his lips trailing across her skin, she jerked holding his head

"Stop what are you doing" she squeaked, he glanced up at her, his blue eyes shining with mirth and what she thought was arousal.

"Just lay there and relax" he ordered, she nodded, her hands still clenched in his hair, he took her hand in his and she released it with a sigh. He kissed her navel again, and then moved lower again. She stiffened when she felt his tongue at the lips of her v****a, he licked softly, exploratory, and without warning the teasing touches turned to full-blown caresses. She arched across the bed, her mouth curled in a silent 'oh' as her fingers clutched in his hair. Fire raced in her veins, in her spine, running up to her tummy where it pooled, she gasped trying to breathe over the sensations that just seemed too great.

"Please, please" she moaned, asking for something, she wasn't sure what yet. Then one moment she was hovering taunt in the air and the next she was shattering, crying out as pleasure suffused her whole body, spreading from her mound to her toes and fingers filling her veins until the blood rushing through them felt as thick as molasses.

She relaxed against the bed boneless, unable and unwilling to move. Raffaele didn't seem to have that problem. The rogue crawled up over her and kissed her, deeply, and to her utmost surprise, her body responded, picking the signals that her lover seemed quite intent on dropping. He pulled one of her thighs hooking it over his waist.

" Hold on to me " he ordered and she did pulling him close, as he entered in one swift thrust, she grimaced at the sharp pain,

" Are you ok?" he asked, staring into her face. The pain didn't last long mellowing out until it seemed completely gone.

"I'm fine" she whispered, he watched her deeply as if trying to sense the lie, then as if satisfied she was being truthful he moved. Slow thrusts that rocked her into the bed, he groaned deeply.

"God, you feel– f**k" she smiled, her lips pressed into his shoulder, as his speed increased, the contact, causing pleasure that seemed to spin and press into her leaving her out of breath and gasping

"Please, I'm almost–" she stuttered and he groaned.

"God, I need you to come" he gritted thrusting into her in a short, rapid burst and she came. It was like falling from a tall height, but she wasn't crashing, just floating in a sea of pleasure that filled her veins. She felt Raffaele stiffen over her, and groan loudly into her neck, she held onto him, running her fingers through his hair as they both came down from the high they were in.

" That, that was wonderful getting" he murmured kissing her neck, she smiled.

"I know, I've never felt like that before," she said and he smiled.

" I'm glad I could please you," he said, he pulled out slowly, and laid down beside her pulling her into his side, Camilla sighed softly, feeling sleepy, and he pressed a kiss to her hair.

" Rest, and then we'll do this again" he promised.

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Raffaele kept his promise, in the most satisfying of ways, all night long. She was exhausted, and even as she sat up straight the urge to go back to bed was strong but she couldn't. The bed was cold on Raffaele's side which meant he'd been up for a while and she may not be worldly but Camilla knew that one-night stands were not an invitation to stay the night.

She stood from the bed and glanced around the room searching for her clothes, she found them hung on a chair, so she took them and pulled them on. For some reason, they felt too tight on her as if she'd pulled on clothes that weren't her size and that's how she felt at the moment.

Like she was too big for her skin, and her clothes. It was as if the events of yesterday had fundamentally changed her.

She was still in awe that she'd allowed herself to let go so much, it wasn't that she believed in waiting till marriage but she'd never seen a man that made her want to take that step. The few men she'd met who had made her feel that way even a little were men who didn't find her size appealing.

Then Raffaele had come along, with his lips dripping honey and he'd lured her, resisting had been an impossible endeavor, which she hadn't bothered with. She blew out a deep breath.

This had been a momentary trip of madness, but she was back in the real world, dressed and mostly decent she picked up her bag and headed to the door, and reached for the knob, deep within she felt an ache like she was just about to make the biggest mistake of her life but that was the craziest thing ever.

She'd just let loose for one night, there was no need to feel attached to someone she barely knew so shoving aside the unnecessary feelings aside she pulled open the door and walked out of it.