Someone brought to my attention a very POOR choice of words. It was the comment about Wilson right before he left – I dare not repeat it, as I've already deleted it. Anyway, I made a horrible mistake and I meant no disrespect to anyone. I am truly sorry if I offended anyone. Steph

Oh, and I hope I explain the position well enough!!! It was tough to imagine.

BOXERS OR BRIEFS – Part Seven

Half an hour later, House grins wickedly as he stares at Cameron lying asleep next to him, the blanket covering just up to her waist, her nipples still hard and so inviting. She's lying on her back, and he can tell her right knee is bent while the other is straight; her right arm is under her head and her left is loosely lying next to her. He swears he sees a smile on her sleeping face.

House never did sleep, though. He has too many thoughts running through his head about being with Cameron. His own mother warned him about thinking too much, but in House's mind it is an asset. By thinking all the time about different scenarios, he's ready with anything that is thrown at him, including Cameron, figuratively speaking.

He's already checked to see if he is ready again – to his surprise he's got half a hard-on, which in his book is close enough. There's always room to grow, isn't there?

House rolls over and grabs his bottle of vicodin, swallows two and rolls back over facing Cameron before he scoots down on the bed, pulling the blanket down with him as he goes to expose her crotch. He loves a little hair in the 'v' of a woman's crotch, which adds extra friction while he's penetrating a woman, but she is clean shaven. That in itself is a good thing, too, because the hair from a man's own crotch adds friction and a 'wow-holy shit' factor for her. Facial hair on a man is good, too, and that's exactly what House has in mind.

He gently bends left leg, trying hard not to wake her, making a face which expresses anxiousness and fret. He bends down and nozzles his bearded chin down once against her crotch and looks up at her to see if she reacts. She moans softly but remains asleep. He then lies on his stomach, his feet dangling over the mattress, supports himself on his elbows and prepares to spend the next ten minutes making the woman scream.

With his long arms, his hands right in front of his face, he gingerly spreads the skin hiding the clit and pushes himself forward a little. He sticks out his tongue and flicks the tip of her clit, then licks the space between her vagina and clit, pressing down when he reaches her clit and runs his tongue over it.

"Hmmm…Howww…wha'…ohhhh" she moans but isn't fully awake yet.

House grins now that's she's awake, and presses on with his 'make Cameron scream' mission. With little pressure, he keeps flicking her clit lightly, watching her expressions so as to know when he's hit a good spot. With the tip of his tongue he runs it all around the clit, and every here and there would press a little, then watch her reaction.

When he hits a nerve on the right side, she screams and reaches for his head, rubbing her finger on his temple.

"Hmmm…har…harder…"

House settles in and continues to work on that area, his hands resting on the inside of her upper thighs. He can feel her press his head harder so as to add more pressure, but he isn't ready for her to cum yet.

He pulls back and she gasps in regret, pushing her hips down begging for more.

"No, Cameron."

"Wha'? Jack ass," she whispers, her breath coming hard and fast.

"There you go with the name calling again, and I was doing you a favor."

"A favor my ass! What do you think we do with toys….oooooohhhhhhh," Cameron moans. She arches her back and throws her head back into the pillow.

House shuts her up the only way he knows how at the moment – he dives onto her clit and sucks it, his upper teeth pressing against the top of the now-hard clit. With the top of his tongue he massages it, looking up to watch her expression again. Her mouth is hanging open, her eyes are closed, and she put her left hand on the bar of the head board.

He's loving this right now – he has her right where he wants her. But he's not going to make her cum; that's saved for what he really wants to do with her. He continues to suck on her clit, hearing her beg for more, moaning louder and louder.

He slips his middle finger into her pussy and searches for her g-spot again, only planning to rub it a few times until just before she cums. And with the now urgent 'fuck me now' look she has, he knows he's doesn't have much longer for that.

He feels his dick get harder and has to raise his hips a bit so as not to break it. No man wants to break his lifeline to the most fan-tabulous experience a man can ever have. Aside from House being power hungry, he loves the power he has over women, doing what he does best.

Cameron's hips start to sway as his finger flicks her g-spot, her stomach twinging as the waves of ecstasy shoot through her body. House glances up at her and she's moaning non-stop now. As a matter of fact, she's actually whining, or crying, literally. It's a high-pitched whine that sends his dick into a shudder, and he's ready to go in for the kill.

He removes his finger and pushes himself up, running his tongue and kissing her skin as he does so; spending a little extra time sucking her erect nipple. He kisses her neck, which is easy because her head is tilted back, facing the headboard. She still moans, especially when she feels his dick brush against her inner thigh.

Putting most of his weight on the left side of his body so as not to put pressure on his bad leg (fuck his bad leg! There sure isn't any pain now!), he pushes her right leg toward him and slides his hips in between her legs. With his right hand he pushes her left leg out to get into a good position. He keeps all of his weight on his left leg, her right leg on the other side, and places his right leg over her left.

"Oh, god….fuck me, House!"

That's all he needs to hear. After he puts a condom on he slides his dick into her wet, hot pussy and watches her as her mouth drops open again and she picks up her head. He leans down and kisses her passionately, their breathing fast and hungrily gnawing at the others' lips.

He pulls out just a bit, and with her moans of protest he pushes himself back in her, as far as he can go. House feels himself shutter inside her; his body growing slightly weak but terribly excited. He starts to fuck her, his hips meeting hers, his eyes closed to maximize the sensation. He holds himself up with his arms beside her and fucks her harder, moans coming from his own mouth.

Cameron undulates her hips at his grinding and starts to whine-cry, making House fuck her harder. His hard dick, so moist from her juices, feels as if it's on fire, but he sure as shit doesn't stop. She picks up her right leg and wraps it around his waist, her foot brushing against his ass, pushing in as best as she can.

He feels his own orgasm coming, but he tries to hold back waiting for her to cum first, only then would he. House grinds his own hips against hers, fucking her hard, reveling in the sounds of him pounding inside her.

"Ohh…god…yess….shiiiiit…oh fuck…" she moans, her hand on his chest, looking into his face, not wanting it to ever end.

House leans in and buries his face in her neck, his hot breath flowing over her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. He slows down his penetration to calm her down, keeping his dick in her for about ten seconds, feeling her muscles tighten around his dick. He starts to fuck her again as he pushes himself up to look into her face so he can see her as she cums.

"Cam…you feel soooo goooood…I could do this alllll night…hmmm."

She looks him in the eyes and says, "I'mm…gonnna…oohhh, ooohhh…"

House feels her muscles relax around his dick, then tighten again. She does that a few times as she throws her head back, her arms stiffen, her body shakes and she screams one more time. House feels her juices explode out of her, and can't hold back himself. He lets off his load, moaning loudly, the two in unison, not taking his dick out of her until she finishes with her orgasm.

House lies down on top of her, still inside her, and whispers in her ear, "There, you see…" and kisses her on the neck, her face burrowing against his stubbly beard, and sighs heavily, trying to catch her breath.

"Hmm…wow…oh, I see what?"

"That I am that good," he says sheepishly. He finally, slowly, pulls himself out of her, throws the condom in the trash by the bed and collapses next to her, trying to catch his own breath.

"Oh, yeah, so, we came at the same time, big deal," she answers nonchalantly, but only to tease him. She rolls over and wraps her arm around his waist, puts her head on his chest and throws her right leg over his, holding him tight.

"Big…big DEAL…????"

Cameron busts out laughing, and he can't help but laugh with her.

"I'm impressed," she says, brushing her face out of her hair.

"You should be," he snickers.

"Cameron?"

"Yeah?"

"Shouldn't you be going back to work?"

"No."

"I think you should. If the Bobsy Twins know you didn't come back they'd know something was up."

"Oh, you throwing me out?" she asks, looking at him a little hurt.

"No, I never said you couldn't come back. Just make sure you put the key back over the door. You can use it anytime you'd like."

She smiles at him and he smiles back, giving her a quick kiss on her forehead.

"CAMERON! Where the hell have you been? You've been there for three hours!" Foreman and Chase scream at her.

She's wearing a smile on her face – the 'just fucked look.'

"Okay, so where's our money?"

"You didn't win."

The boys look at her confused. "Huh?"

"I didn't win, either."

Again, same dopey expression.

Cameron smiles, sways a little, flicks her hair back off of her shoulder, smelling his scent on her and says, "He doesn't wear either."