Stranded With The Sleepwalker #3
My cunt sank him to the knuckles as he fingered me.
The relentless curling made my toes tighten, but the angle only teased the itch it was trying to scratch.
I became desperate for a fuller connection that my hips began to move of their own accord, rolling back to meet every stroke to chase the pressure and force him deeper inside.
Yet no matter how I arched, the position blocked the specific penetration I craved, leaving me desperate for more control. Reaching down, I caught his wrist and carefully guided his fingers out, breaking the hot contact between us.
The silence in the room suddenly felt deafening. I froze in place, holding my breath to check on him, half-expecting his eyes to flutter open. But Cameron’s chest just continued to rise and fall in the cadence of deep sleep. He hadn’t stirred at all, he was still completely out of this world.
Moving millimeter by millimeter, I peeled my shorts and underwear down past my knees, careful not to let any sound break free.
The cool room air hit my naked cunt like a splash of ice water, bringing an embarrassing wave of clarity.
The desperation of what I was doing made my cheeks burn, but my body refused to let me stop.
Getting his shorts off was the only barrier left. I ran through every possibility in my head to make him do it himself, but only one idea made sense.
I needed to provoke him directly.
I stretched behind my back, my hand blindly tracing down his thigh until my fingers closed around his erection.
He was rock-hard. I stroked him continuously, coaxing him like a genie from a lamp, teasing the tip until his body finally reacted.
Instantly, Cameron’s hand shot down, aggressively yanking his shorts out of the way.
His cock snapped free, landing right on my ass.
Success.
My hand grabbed it like a dildo that had been left in the sun, scorching, ridged with veins, the head already fat and shiny. Guiding him carefully, I notched the tip right at my opening, sliding him to use my own slickness to paint him wet from base to tip.
Lying on my side like this was giving me zero leverage.
His head just kept sliding against my opening, teasing the outside without actually going in, and it was driving me crazy.
I reached back again and grabbed him properly, wrapping my hand around his cock to keep him going.
My palm slid up and down his shaft, dragging his foreskin back and forth, working him until he was throbbing in my fist.
As I was about to draw a breath, he dug deep into my skin as his lucid self caught up. Cameron’s cock propelled forward in a merciless thrust that buried him completely inside me.
He fucked me like he was starving for it.
Sideways, my body curled into his. Every snap of his hips drove his cock deep, spreading my pussy open over and over. He kept one arm locked around my waist, while the other hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back so he could bite the side of my throat while he rutted into me.
My cunt made filthy sounds around him every time he bottomed out.
I could feel the slap of his balls, the way his cock throbbed and jerked inside me like it was trying to claim every texture.
I broke my back arching into the pleasure, shoving my own hand over my lips to smother the crying moans threatening to spill into the quiet room.
I felt the head of his cock hook upward inside me, pulling my body as he sat back on his heels.
Cameron flipped me onto my belly, then dragged my lower half upward onto my knees. Never once breaking contact, his solid cock slid along my hole as my body adjusted to the shift, stretching me in ways that made my breath hitch in my throat.
The tempo picked up the moment I was on all fours.
He clamped around the crests of my ass, using the grip to pull me backward onto him while he drove forward.
I stretched my back into a deep curve, pressing my face into the mattress and moving my hips back to offer him every remaining inch. There was zero barrier left between us.
The pace was far rougher and more demanding than a while ago, as though he were trying to reach a depth that didn’t yet exist. His grip left bruises as I took the full weight of every strike.
I could feel my own cum pooling and dripping down my legs with every hit.
Cameron never slowed, he just continued to drive into me from behind with an insatiable focus that kept me pinned to the bed, shaking, breathless, and undone.
I was still drowning in the feeling when he surged over me again.
He threw me onto my back, his body crushing me with suffocating weight.
His knees were inserted between mine, forcing my legs back until my thighs were split wide, the strain burning down to the bone.
Before I could even gasp, he slammed forward, burying himself fully inside me.
The impact shook the whole bed frame as my head snapped back into my pillow.
I was looking up at him now.
The room had blurred into black ink and thin ribbons of light bleeding through the blinds. Through those slivers of silver, I watched Cameron’s neck tense and pulse, the harsh air punching from his nose with every movement.
I looked higher.
Cameron was looking down at me. His eyes were wide open, devouring every single orgasm that had racked my body.
The realization rushed over me, steering my blood to fire.
How long? The question echoed in my head as I tried to pinpoint the exact second the illusion shattered, terrified by the thought that he had been in control almost the entire time.
My hand flew up on instinct, digging into his face just to check if my mind was playing tricks on me.
“Cam—”
I barely got his name out before his head dipped, and suddenly his mouth was on mine, stealing the rest of the word along with every coherent thought I’d managed to hold onto.
For a stunned second, I forgot how to breathe.
I’d imagined kissing Cameron in the past. Not that I’d ever admit it, even to myself, but apparently my imagination had been far too cautious.
He crashed into me, off-center at first, both of us adjusting, tilting, until the angle finally caught and the kiss deepened into something neither of us controlled anymore.
His lips lapped over mine with an urgency that made my heart stumble and race to catch up, as though he’d been holding himself back for far longer than I’d realized, some hunger he’d kept leashed behind.
The pace snapped from desperate to frantic, any remaining restraint burning off as we pushed each other further. His cock slammed into me with a raw momentum, driving deeper than the last. Our tongues grinded together in a messy battle for control, swallowing the gasps slipping from my throat.
This was Cameron awake and fully conscious,the version of him that would wake up tomorrow with the taste of me still on his tongue and the memory of this burned into his mind.
With every arching rise of my hips to meet his depth, I wasn’t just taking him; I was handing him every truth I had kept hidden.
Every unyielding slide of his body felt like a demand, and every time I tightened around him, pulling him further in, it was a helpless confession, a declaration written in sex.
His lips broke the kiss, burying his face in the crook of my neck with a groan. His cock throbbed and expanded past all limits, hard as iron and radiating an unbearable heat as his body prepared to burst.
He pinned himself onto me, spilling his cum into my pussy in surges.
The sensation of him releasing inside me triggered my inner walls to clamp around his pulsing shaft.
He held me, moaning into my shoulder as every last drop poured into me, leaving us locked together as silence settled back over the room.
For several seconds, I couldn’t bring myself to move.
I stared into the abyss, my face burning as the reality of what had just happened slowly settled over me.
There were a hundred things I could have said, but every possible sentence sounded either ridiculous or far too revealing, so I kept my mouth shut.
Cameron seemed to understand. He didn’t make a joke, didn’t ask me to look at him, and didn’t try to force a conversation I clearly wasn’t ready to have. He moved closer and pulled me into his arms, drawing me passionately. His embrace was warm, without any of the teasing he’d carried earlier.
Eventually, I let myself sink into him.
Maybe this wasn’t something we could laugh about when morning came.
Maybe we’d wake up and have an awkward conversation about everything we’d avoided saying tonight.
There would probably be questions neither of us knew how to answer yet, and I was almost certain I’d spend the next several days reanalyzing everything.
For now, though, I didn’t need an answer.
I just closed my eyes and listened to the rain, letting Cameron quiet the last of my restless thoughts.
Whatever tomorrow brought, tonight had already changed something between us.
And maybe, deep down, I had known it would.