Chapter 8
Camille and Robert ultimately decided to call it a night after all the travel and the late night the day before. With hugs goodbye to Marisol, Mina, and Dillon, Camille and Robert traversed up to his suite to spend the rest of the evening in a quiet manner. With their plans to stay in Zurich for the next few days while the company gets set up inside the Consortium’s network, Camille cleared her schedule with FC Monaco for the week so that she could spend more time getting to know Robert without having the confines of work hanging over her.
She walked into his suite and kicked off her black heals that matched her black cocktail dress. Her hair was still beautifully sculpted like the day she and Robert met, and her makeup brought out her stunning eyes. Robert walked in behind her and kicked off his shoes, landing in nearly the same spot as Camille’s. “Great minds think alike,” she quipped as she walked past the couch and turned the corner into the small bedroom with Robert slowly trailing behind her.
He stopped at the small bar and reached down into the refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of the wine. He opened it up and pouring a glass for the two of them. With the drinks in his hand, he walked into the bedroom and handed her the glass. “Bottom’s up,” he said as he toasted it in the air before placing the glass on his lips and tilting it upwards. “I can’t believe it’s finally over.”
“And so fast, too,” stated Camille with a roguish grin. “I normally get depressed when I see a man move that fast, but I suppose this time I can be a bit impressed.”
Robert chuckled as he shook his head in disbelief, looking up to see Camille lying on the bed with her dress still on, appearing to be completely exhausted. “Thank you for coming to Zurich.”
“Oh, it’s no big deal. I’ve always wanted to visit here anyways, and you were just the perfect excuse,” Camille explained, playing off her affection. “I do hope we get to see more of Zurich tomorrow than from your hotel room.”
“If you’re lucky,” replied Robert. “I rather like the view in here. It’s a bit gaudy, but all of the best hotels in the world tend to be a bit over the top.”
“As long as it has a bed, a couch, and a toilet, I’m generally satisfied with my accommodations,” detailed Camille. “I tend to not go overboard when it comes to my lodging requirements, because the beds are always garbage and everything else is just a petty detail.”
Robert smirked. “I like a little bit more than what you just mentioned,” he stated plainly as he finished his glass of wine and placed it on the table beside the bed. “I like to know that if I get hungry in the middle of the night, someone will bring me food. I like having a shower with a great nozzle and perfect water pressure. I like having a seating area where I can actually have a meeting if I need to without having to rent a conference room for it. I also love to have a refrigerator in the room so that if I do happen to bring some of my wine from my home, I can keep it chilled for all to enjoy.”
“I can agree with that last statement,” said Camille as she held her glass in the air. “This is an incredible wine. I never thought I would ever find myself voluntarily drinking wine, but here I am. You’ve converted me to some hoity-toity wine enthusiast.”
“No, I haven’t,” dispelled Robert. “I have turned you on to one wine that you enjoy, but there are thousands more that you will need to try to become an enthusiast.”
Camille shrugged a bit. “You have turned me on to more than just wine, sir,” she said playfully, bringing back the use of her innuendos.
“Oh, have I?” asked Robert.
“Perhaps,” she answered playfully. “I’ll never really tell you.”
Robert smiled. “And why not?”
“Because I’d rather show you.”
Robert climbed into the bed and spread Camille’s legs before placing his hands on both sides of her ribs and kissing her. Camille wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him forward. They locked lips for a good while as Camille brought her hands down and started unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it out of his pants and yanking it off of him. Robert stepped back and pulled Camille up, reaching behind her to grab the zipper to her dress and pulling off, unhooking her bra while she was up and pulling them both off at the same time, not wasting much time. They continued to kiss as Camille sat up and reached down to loosen Robert’s belt and unbutton his pants. With their tongues and bodies touching, Robert pushed Camille onto her back and continued to control her, much differently than how it occurred the previous night.
He reached down in between her legs and slipped his fingers inside of her again, just as he did before and listened to her moans become muffled through their connected lips. He moved his fingers in and out of her rapidly, causing her hips to flex from the continued penetration. His middle and ring finger moved quickly inside of her, penetrating as far up as his knuckles before pulling back almost to his fingertips. They made out as he did this to her, with her hand quickly moving down into his boxers to find his thick shaft. With it firmly in her hand, she started to slowly stroke it while he fingered her pussy, with each of them trying to match each other’s pleasure.
“Are you going to take control tonight?” asked Camille as she pulled away from Robert’s lips with a sadistic look in her eyes, almost as if she was going throw Robert on his back and recreate the previous night’s encounter.
“Yeah, tonight you do what I tell you,” stated Robert with authority as he pushed his fingers in as far as they would go, giving himself a bit of leverage as she let go of his cock and placed both of her hands behind her to give him some resistance. He leaned forward and started kissing her again as her pussy tensed up and he felt the orgasm building. With each motion, the muscles tightened, and within seconds, they contracted, causing Camille to scream in ecstasy as Robert continued to pound her with his fingers. Her mouth quivered as he pulled out his fingers and wiped them off on his boxers. He took them off, stood up on the bed, and pulled her to a seated position. She looked up at him with a devilish grin as she reached up and grabbed his throbbing cock and taking it to the back of her throat before pulling it out and starting again. Repeatedly, she went down as far as she could before coming back, looking up to see Robert’s face contort a bit with each motion as her tongue grazed the bottom of his shaft.
She placed her hands on his balls as she continued to work his cock in her mouth. He pulled her head back as he started to get close, not wanting to go off just yet so that he could take his time with her. He got down on his knees and kissed her before pushing her onto her back and spreading her legs. He pushed her knees back before lowering himself down to her honeyed center to lick her clit. Using his fingers to spread her lips, her clit was easily exposed, and within seconds, she was already moaning loudly. With each flick of his tongue on her clit, she moaned passionately as he pushed her closer and closer to climax again. He continued to work, keeping his head in her hot pussy as his tongue forced her to the edge. Accompanied by a loud moan, Camille climaxed again, this time flexing her hips up into Robert’s face as she placed her hands on his head, holding him there. She screamed, sustaining it for several seconds as the blood continued to pump down to her increasingly wet pussy.
Robert smiled as he lifted his head and looked up at her with a sly grin. “Are you alright so far?” he asked rhetorically before grabbing her ankles and pulling her back to him. He slid up and placed his cock in the right position, pushing it into her wet pussy and immediately feeling how tight she was after her orgasm. She rotated her hips while he worked his cock inside of her, bringing it in and out in a slow motion as he got himself warmed up, trying not to push himself too hard, too fast. He wanted this encounter to last a while, but with the work she already did, he was mindful of what it would take to sustain his momentum. He really liked Camille and wanted to make sure he gave her the most pleasure possible, not treating her like a woman he just brought home from a pub, but like someone who he thought he could spend a great deal of his life with. He wanted to make sure that every encounter was accompanied by a great experience and that her needs were always taken care of first. He worked his cock inside of her slowly with Camille offering resistance, still getting warmed up as she moaned with the feeling of his thick cock stretching her out in the perfect manner.
He tilted her legs further back, placing the balls of her feet on the headboard before raising his hips and thrusting his cock inside of her at a different angle, almost appearing to drop it in her before pulling it out. He was nearly at a ninety-degree angle with her hips pushed as far as her back would allow. His cock was hitting at a much different angle, causing Camille to moan differently, but still getting pleasured just the same. He brought his cock almost to the tip of her lips before thrusting it back in, repeating this action to maximize the sensation and the thrust. With each deep penetration, Camille moaned louder, clearly enjoying the position she found herself in. “I’m not normally on my back,” she said to him as he continued thrust inside of her, speaking in between loud moans. “But to be honest, I think I could get used to this.”
“I don’t know,” said Robert as he balanced himself with his hands on the head board. “I did enjoy someone taking control last night who actually knew what they were doing.”
“Maybe we can take turns then,” she replied before letting out a loud moan. Robert pulled out and brought Camille’s legs down, turning her over and placing her on all fours. He spread her legs and put himself in between them before inserting his cock inside of her from behind. He placed his hands around the top part of her hips and pulled her toward him, meeting her in the middle with his thrust and providing all of the resistance he would need. Even with Camille using her arms to brace herself, Robert’s pulling of Camille’s hips offered plenty of force as she screamed in pleasure with every passing thrust. Minutes passed in this position as Robert moved faster and faster, getting himself closer with every stroke. Camille felt his cock growing and pulsating, knowing that the end was near and his sweet release was upon her. She smiled as her pussy started to tighten, feeling one more orgasm building as she felt the warm cum coat the inside of her pussy. As it hit the back of her vagina, she moaned loudly as the muscles simultaneously tightened and her orgasm commenced. Simultaneously, both Robert and Camille climaxed with the two of them moaning in ecstasy as their mutual experience concluded. Robert pulled out of Camille before falling to the side with Camille doing the same, rolling into his arms as he wrapped them around her.
“I’ve also never been one to cuddle after sex,” she joked as she snuggled up closer to him. “I suppose you’ve brought out a lot of new things in me.”
“We’re bringing out new things in each other,” he quipped back, holding her tightly as they rested their heads on the pillow with their eyes closed, letting the night take them and finally falling to sleep.
The next morning came sooner than expected, with both Robert and Camille waking with the sun shining through the curtains into the room and onto the bed. Still naked from earlier, Robert leaned over and kissed her on the cheek before rolling away and standing up beside the bed. He walked over to his pants that were tossed to the side to grab his phone to see if he had any text messages or emails that required his immediate attention. Fortunately, it had been a very peaceful night; Robert only found one message, and it was sent ten minutes prior to him grabbing his phone. Dillon, also up early, sent a one word text message: Breakfast?
Robert laughed as he turned to look at Camille rolling around in the bed with her beautiful ass exposed. “That’s a great view to wake up to,” he said as he turned and admired it with her continuing to roll over to get out of the bed. “Dillon wants to know if we want breakfast.”
“I wonder if he wants to talk about the ruckus we made last night,” she said playfully. “His room is right next door, right?”
“It’s right behind the bed,” answered Robert. “Perhaps we inspired them.”
“I didn’t hear anything coming from their room last night,” she said. “I wonder if they got down to the dirty deeds at all?”
Robert shrugged as he walked over to his suitcase to throw on some clothes, having answered Dillon’s message and told him to meet him downstairs in the restaurant. “Even so, she strikes me as the kind of person who would be a ninja in the bedroom.”
“A ninja?” asked Camille. “What on Earth does a ninja have to do with sex?”
Robert chuckled. “A ninja is someone that if you’re not looking for them, you don’t know they are there,” he explained.
“Oh, so she’s silent,” realized Camille. “Yeah, I can see that. She has an amazing body though, so if Dillon was able to get with her, then good for him.”
“Yeah, he needs someone like her,” continued Robert.
“A ninja?” rhetorically asked Camille, playing with Robert’s emotions as she walked over to her suitcase and started pulling out clothes for the day.
Robert laughed. “No, he needs someone who will allow him to get out of his comfort zone while still respecting his boundaries. She goes against the wishes of her father and tries to be her own woman, but she made it clear that she wants freedom and autonomy in a relationship, which would be amazing for Dillon because he wants the same thing.”
“How so?”
“If she wants to go do something, he’s perfectly fine with her going and doing something,” explained Robert. “He wants and needs a partner who doesn’t require him to be around all the time, and she wants the same thing.”
Camille nodded. “Is that you want?”
Robert paused a bit to think about that answer, not knowing what answer Camille wanted to hear. “I want to tell you what I think you want, but I don’t know what that is, so how about I just tell you what I want and we can go from there?”
“Deal, go on.”
“I want a woman who challenges me and who understands that I am a competitor and a winner, but also knows that there are times when I could really need them to comfort and console me,” he outlined. “In terms of autonomy, my job gives me that. I travel the world because of all of my investments and companies. I want a woman who has her own career and her own dreams, but is willing to make sacrifices with me to make it work. That could involve moving to a new country or perhaps keeping two separate residents and commuting to one another throughout the week. I want someone who is flexible and understands that my life doesn’t revolve around a set schedule, but is willing to work with me to achieve what we want.”
Camille nodded slowly. “That was far more detailed than I thought it would be,” she joked. “I thought you were just going to say you wanted a woman who liked your wine and gave you good sex.”
Robert laughed. “No, I’m a little deeper than that.”
She placed her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek before hugging him, still standing naked. “Honestly, I think what you just said can work for the both of us. I will always have my career, but I am mobile if need be, as there are sports teams all over the world. I don’t mind traveling to see you, and I’m open to the idea of living in another country and doing what I have to do make it work with a man who might actually be worth it.”
“Do you think I’m worth it?” asked Robert.
“I don’t know yet,” she replied. “But I’m betting you are.”
THE END