Cameron Therapy
It's only a short little drabble, but I can offer it in hopes of this community coming back to life. ;-)
She had been coming to him for 4 nights straight, so he could only imagine that she would show up again this evening. He always felt her before he saw her as she stole quietly into his room gently slipping between the sheets of his small institutional bed. Tonight was no different as he felt the covers pull back and found her suddenly naked in his arms. Burying her head against his chest, she wrapped her arms around him, her warm fingers sliding under his t-shirt. He felt the familiar stirrings her presence always caused him and held her tightly against his body.
“Why do you come here, Cameron? How do you get in?” Pulling out of his tight embrace, she looked deeply into his eyes, her expression almost one of pity.
“Greg, you know why I’m here. You need me”. House rolled his eyes and answered gruffly, “I don’t need anybody”. Cameron marveled at how stubborn he still was.
“Right…that’s why you dream me up every night”.
Ignoring his looks of protest, Cameron pulled on his shirt, removing it and tossing it to the floor. Raking her nails across his chest, she heard him moan softly as she swirled her tongue around both of his nipples, his breath becoming increasingly ragged as she kissed and licked her way down over his stomach. He knew she was an hallucination but when he felt her guide his aching cock into her wet mouth and began sucking him deeply and leisurely, he let go of his inhibitions and rode the wave of pleasure that was coursing through his body. A loud groan betrayed him as his need for her became evident, his hips thrusting upwards in an attempt to bury his cock deeper down her throat, his fingers tangled in her hooker-blond hair.
“Cameron….” he cried quietly, “not yet, I don’t want to come yet” Looking into his eyes Cameron allowed his throbbing cock to slip out of her mouth, her tongue swirling around and over the tip.
“Tell me what you need, Greg”, she purred as she continued to stroke him slowly.
“Inside you”, he grunted, unwilling to work himself out of the pleasurable haze far enough to form coherent thoughts. She smiled slyly as she lifted herself up and then slowly impaled herself on his length, her eyes never leaving his as she leaned down to kiss him. Placing her hands on his chest, she rocked in a steady rhythm, taking him in as far as she could and then pulling up almost off of him each time, only to slam back down onto his rigid shaft, her speed increasing each time.
“Come on, Greg”, she murmured softly, “just let go of everything. That’s what I’m here for”.
Hearing his shallow breathing she knew he was almost there as his hips began to thrust upwards hard and urgently.
“That’s it Greg, come for me”, she said as his warmth soon began to flow inside her, his release causing him to cry out her name. She held him in a tight embrace as his body twitched and shuddered, her fingers running through his dampened short hair.
Awakening the next morning, he knew she had never really been there, but he also knew she would be back. But not really.