Chapter Seven
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Cami
Something jerks me out of a sound sleep. It takes me a few minutes to realize this isn't my apartment. It takes even longer for me to remember where I'm at. The smell of smoke lingers in my nose and I realize I must have been dreaming of the fire. I lie back down and wait for my heart to slow down enough to get back to sleep.
As tired as I am it shouldn't take long. Before I know it I'm right back in the same dream but this time no one comes for me. No sexy firefighter is there to lift me out of the blaze. I sit up in the middle of Rayne's bed expecting to see flames licking at the walls on both sides of me. My heart is pounding so hard I'm not sure if I can keep it inside my chest long enough for me to calm down this time.
I throw the covers back and silently slip from the side of the bed. Maybe I can just take a peek into the living room where Rayne said he was going to be and if he isn't awake maybe I can curl up in a chair and try to sleep there. I crack the already open door wider. Rayne checked on me a couple of times already tonight. I'm sure he must be exhausted having to babysit me like this.
I tip toe down the hall and give myself a minute to allow my eyes to adjust to the lack of light in the living room. I left the bathroom light on in the room but in here there’s not a lot of light. I can make out the couch though and head for it. Rayne is lying on his back with his arm thrown over his eyes. God, the man has amazing arms.
I should be ashamed of myself for ogling a sleeping man when he doesn't even know I'm looking. Still, a bared-chested Rayne is an impressive image that is guaranteed to take away all the nightmares a girl might have. I stand close to the couch wondering if I should wake him to tell him I'm just going to crash in one of the chairs when his eyes open and notice he's slid his arm up so he can look at me. His eyes glitter in what little light there is in the room.
"Cami, you okay?"
I nod. "I just...I had a nightmare."
He reaches out for my hand and I don't think twice about giving it to him. He pulls me down on top of him before I can move away or question what he's doing. His arms come around me in a big hug as my cheek is pressed right up against the chest I was just admiring seconds ago. "It's okay, baby. Go back to sleep with me. It'll be alright."
"R...Rayne, I don't think I can..."
"Shh, I've got you now sweetheart. Don't worry about anything else but getting some rest."
His words bring tears to my eyes. I wanted this so many times throughout my life -someone to hold me when life gets too hard, someone to take care of me when I don't know if I can take care of myself. Now that I have it I'm not sure what to do. I can tell by the way Rayne is breathing that he's fallen right back to sleep. He might not have been fully awake during any of this. What's he going to think when he wakes up in the morning and I'm sprawled across him?
Maybe I can wait until he gets a little deeper and wiggle my way out of his hold and go back to the bedroom. The only problem with that plan is how warm and safe Rayne makes me feel. It isn't going to be easy to just give this feeling up and go back to being by myself. It's even scarier to think of going back to being all alone without Rayne anywhere around. I've gotten too attached to him. I have to start putting space between us so I can save my heart from doing something foolish.
My eyes grow heavy as I wait. There's a clock ticking softly somewhere in the room. That and the rhythm of Rayne's deep breaths all work against me. I start to drift off despite what my mind is trying to tell me to do.
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When I finally open my eyes again it's to realize that my hips are working against something hard resting between my legs. My mind is sleep fogged and I can't tell if this is one of the dirty dreams I've had ever since Rayne sent me the picture of his dick or something else. I was dreaming that I was back in my apartment lying on my bed using my pillow to rub against but there is nothing soft about what is riding in between the lips of my pussy.
Oh my God, I don't think I have ever been this close to cumming in my life. Every other time before I just couldn't get myself there. I guess I would give myself little orgasms that would leave me wet but nothing like this. God this feels so real and so good.
Even though the hard thing hits my clit every time I slide up I just can't reach that ultimate high. I've often wondered if this is how I'm going to be with a guy and how I'll handle it if I can't ever reach full satisfaction. I can't even do it in my dreams. I whimper and it's loud enough that it snaps me out of my haze. Things start clearing up.
Especially when I hear a deep, sleep-roughened voice right above my head, "It's okay, Bunny. You need my help don't you?"
I don't know how to answer him. I hurt and I'm close but...all I give him in reply is a whine. His hands go to my bare ass, one on either side. He spreads me apart and he pushes me further down on his cock. That hard thing that I was so unclear about - it's Rayne.
I should stop this. I should...but I'm so close and what he's doing makes the ache go away for a little bit. All I can hear is the sound of my own heavy breathing and the echo of it coming out of Rayne. He works my hips forcing my thighs to spread wider around him and giving his dick better access to my clit with each thrust.
My nipples are hard and I can feel how heavy my breasts are. I can tell I'm close to release. His hands tighten on my ass cheeks as I push down harder to get closer to his steely length. My body tightens and something inside of me coils tight like a spring ready to pop. His breath comes closer to my ear and one of his hands leaves my ass to come back down with a hard slap. "Cum."
At his command, my body gives up the release I was working so hard for. The tension inside of me snaps and my clit throbs as the muscles around my virgin opening spasm so hard it scares me. My mind is completely devoid of everything for a few precious seconds - no worries, no thoughts of the fire, or fear of getting too close, or what we just did in Rayne's living room.
Then reality crashes back in. Both of us are still breathing hard and I can feel how wet it is between the two of us. Oh my God! What did I do?
I wiggle out of his hold and sit up. He starts to say something to me but before I can make out what it is I'm sitting flush against his cock, which is still hard and still between my lips. I'm also realizing just how wet everything is. A puddle of whitish liquid is pooled around my pussy and his lower stomach. Without thinking I swipe my fingers through it. Did I do this? Did I cum this much?
I turn worried eyes up to see Rayne focused on my fingers. Is it normal to cum this much? Am I a freak because I got too wet? Is that why he can't seem to take his eyes off my cum covered fingers?