BOXERS OR BRIEFS – Part Three

Okay, now Cameron has House. She walks back to the bed, drapes her clothes on the chair by the bed, and stares at him.

"What do we do now?" she asks seductively.

"Taking off your bra and underwear would be a start," he answers, still lying on his stomach.

She complies, and slowly reaches behind her, unhooks the latch, takes a deep breath, and removes the straps from her shoulders, laying the bra over the clothes on the back of the chair.

"Very nice," House smiles wickedly.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, but you're not done yet."

She smiles, shakes her head and grabs the waistband of her panties, slowly and teasingly pulling them down to her feet, stepping out of them. She then sits down next to him.

"Do you need a pain pill?"

"No, I just need you," he answers.

With his right arm, House reaches up and puts his hand on her lower back, slowly and softly running his hand up her back.

"You've got goose bumps." She can only nod her head; she's speechless he asked her to stay, or was it because of his touch? She sure wasn't expecting it—well, she was, let's be honest. Who wouldn't have? "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

She smiles at him and nods her head once. "It's a good thing."

She puts her hand on his back and returns the favor by rubbing his soft skin. The next thing she knows, he's lying on his back and her hand is on his chest. She leans in and puts her lips about half an inch from his, looking into his expectant eyes and pleading for a kiss. They stare at each for what feels like an eternity before she seals the kiss.

Her left hand moves up to his shoulder and she presses her breasts against him, biting at his lower lips with hers. Their breath seems to grow together, and she tilts her head, opens her mouth slightly and brushes the bottom of her lower lip against his upper lip. He sticks his tongue out and licks across her bottom lip. Their kiss becomes deeper and more passionate as she hungrily laps at his own tongue.

Cameron positions her body so she's lying against House, her left foot brushes against his and moves up to his knee, then thigh. Their tongues circle the others' and their excitement only grows.

She runs her hand down his chest to his dick, which is hard and standing at attention. She wraps her fingers around his dick, squeezing just a bit at the base as she works her hand up. He moans in her mouth and something stirs deep inside her.

House's left arm and hand grabs Cameron by her waist and pulls her on top of him with little effort, their lips still in a heated kiss. She straddles him, and slips his dick against her crotch, moving up and down to tease him a little, but she doesn't enter him.

She rolls over to the other side of him, more in the middle of the bed, their bodies together, seemingly steam rising from them. Cameron breaks the kiss and looks at him. He returns the look and smiles.

"Wow," she says.

House doesn't answer her, but moves his right arm over her so his hand was again against her back, pushing her toward him. His left hand reaches up and he runs his thumb across her chin with an extremely soft touch, moving to her cheek. He cups his left hand in the crook of her neck, and she closes her eyes at his touch.

His hand leaves her neck and moves down to her collarbone, the end of his palm brushing against her upper breast. He slides his hand down to under her breasts and he cups it in his hand – her entire breast he cups. Her eyes fly open and for a brief moment she seems shy, but when his thumb traces over her erect nipple all of her shyness disappears.

He rolls over onto his side, which in turn makes her roll on her back, and he continues to rub and squeeze and admire her breasts. Her head is resting on the pillow, her left arm is up over her head, but twice she lifts her head to watch him caress her breasts and smiles at him.

House knew he'd have to make his move or she'll lose interest. He leans in, rubs his nose against hers and runs his lips across her cheek, her ear, her neck. She shivers from his touch and mentally begs him to continue lower. She feels the bed shake and the next thing she knows his hot, wet mouth has encased her right breast.

She throws her head back and takes a deep breath. "Hmmm, yes." She pushes her shoulder up to give him all of her breast to do with what he wishes.

House smiles at her and gets a hold of the base of her breast, which makes the areola pop out at him, leans in and takes her nipple into his mouth. He pinches her nipple with his teeth, ever so gently, his lips sucking.

"Oh…Howwzz…" she mumbles.

He responds by letting go of her breast, but keeps a firm hold with his mouth on her nipple, and slowly moves his hand down her stomach to her crotch. He slips his middle finger down to find her clit and she moans loudly when he succeeds. He feels just a little wetness from her pussy so he slides the pad of his middle finger to her vagina and runs his finger around to gather her juices on his finger.

He brings his finger back up and circles her clit, sending her into a spasm as she almost jumps out of the bed. He adds a bit of pressure and her mouth opens, as if in a yawn, and moans so loudly it echoes in the room. He flicks his finger on the right side of her clit, right at the nerve and she's sent into more spasms.

"Yes…there…don't…stop…"

House has no intention of doing that. He sucks her breasts harder, but not too hard, and slips his finger in the folds of her clit, flicking slowly at first but builds in speed as she moans and raises her hips begging for more. She takes her right hand and presses it against his own hand, adding more pressure. But something crosses his mind.

He takes his mouth away from her breast and looks at her. With his hand, he pushes her hand away and slips his middle finger into her pussy, watching the expression on her face change.

He brings his head up and whispers in her ear, "Play with your clit." She doesn't hesitate.

With his finger still in her pussy, she takes her right hand and rubs her clit, her middle finger doing what House had just been. House slowly brings his finger out, and with protests from Cameron, he pushes his finger back in. Her mouth opens and she frowns, but her eyes are still closed.

"Can I add another finger?"

She tries to catch her breath and whispers, "Yes."

House smiles. As her finger is flicking her clit harder and faster, he slowly puts his forefinger inside her, and she arches her back and digs her head deeper into the pillow. With her back arched, she leans her body into House, and it almost seems as if they are now one body.

Without asking again, House slips his ring finger insider her and she moans again.

"Oh…gawd!"

With his three fingers inside her, he flicks the tip of his fingers at the roof of her vagina, looking for her g-spot. Her breath is coming at a hundred miles an hour, and House's own breath has become shallow. He feels her body shiver again and she's rubbing her clit faster, screaming and begging for him to finger fuck her more. She's reveling in the sounds his hand is making with the action – her juices slapping at his fingers.

"Oh…right…there…ohhh…that's…"

Before Cameron can even finish her sentence, she throws her face into House's neck, bites just a little, tenses her body, stops rubbing her clit and puts her right hand on his shoulder, pulling him closer to her. Her hips shake once more, and she shoots her juices over his fingers that are still fucking her hard and fast.

As her orgasm dies, he carefully removes his fingers from her and, with her head still buried in his neck, licks his fingers clean of her cum.

"Breath, Cameron, breath," House says, but just teasing her.

"I…am," she answers and laughs.

She finally catches her breath while he holds her close as she comes down from her orgasm. When she brings her face away from his neck, she smiles up at him and he kisses her softly.

"Stay right there," House says as he rolls over and sits up.

"Oh…believe me, I'm not going anywhere."

He grabs his cane and leaves the room. She hears water running then he walks back into the room holding a wet washcloth. He walks over to her and sits back down on the bed. Cameron is still breathing heavily but she doesn't say anything to him as he takes the washcloth between her legs and cleans her up. He throws the cloth on the floor and lies back down beside her, his right arm under her head and her head moves to his chest, his still hard dick pressing against her lower thigh.

And they lie there a few more minutes, not sure what the other is thinking. Surprisingly, Cameron suddenly grows nervous and sits up.

"I think I better be going. The guys I'm sure are wondering…"

"Screw the guys! I'm not done with you yet!"

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TO BE CONT'D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!