Camille punched in the key code to her condo door and walked inside. The door opened to a large living/kitchen area where she went to grab a light snack. She was wearing a revealing bikini, and her hair was still wet from the light rinse off she had taken before walking up, giving it a natural curl. The bottoms of her suit were relatively simple black fabric with a few parallel straps that hugged her hips high. The top had a black outer lining that held two light blue patches just wide and tall enough to cover her nipples comfortably, and each were sandwiched vertically by two transparent pieces of fabric that showed off her perky breasts.
She finished her snack and walked into the bedroom to find Sam asleep, completely naked, lying on his back. The natural light from the small bedroom window hit him from his chest to his waste and showed off the extra color that he had gotten since they'd been there. His phallus laid across his left hip and, even in his sleep, it still had a plump fullness that was inviting to her. She never got tired of looking at him, but this scene was particularly majestic.
She knelt down at the edge of the bed, grabbed his cock at the base of his shaft, and started licking it slowly from bottom to top. After about 30 seconds of this, she could feel it fill out a little more in her hands. She looked up to see him beginning to stir, obviously still very groggy. As he opened one squinted eye, she looked up at him with her doe-y eyes.
"Mind if I play a little bit?"
He lifted his head up and took a while to respond, clearly still mentally sleeping. He halfed a smile before letting out, "Baby....just....gimme a second."
Camille kneeled up as if to say "excuse me" with her body language. As she did so, Sam got a glimpse of the top of her abs and her breasts bouncing from the movement in her bikini top. "...I don't know how I could say no to that though."
She put a hand against his chest, lightly pushing him back down against the bed. "It's okay, only one part of you needs to be awake."
He smiled and put a pillow over his face as she took his semi-tumescent cock into her mouth. She enjoyed the opportunity to suck him off in this state. Despite his size, he was usually fully erect at even the lightest hint that they might start fooling around. It was something different to feel him swelling up inside her throat as he went down on him.
Unlike most girls (according to Sam at least), she enjoyed giving him head. Sure, it was a bit of a challenge, but she didn't have to push herself to her absolute limits every time. The more time she spent with him, the more she appreciated how beautiful, almost regal his cock was. She liked to take her time with him, and had always had a relatively low gag reflex that let her seductively slide him into the back of throat every once in a while. And when she did have to push herself, she could take it.
She kept this up, working him with her lips and tongue until after about 10 minutes she started to feel his body move in a more lively way. His hips almost involuntarily thrust into her, moving with her as she bobbed up and down on him. She took a break and looked down to see his toes curling, then up to see his hands gripping the sheets as she went back down on him. She picked up the pace, and just as she was trying to remember the last time she had swallowed his cum, she felt his hand pull her back gently by her hair.
As he rolled her over, she could tell that he was still deliriously tired, like he was working in autopilot. She was a little surprised that he had made a move. This didn't slow him down a bit, as he pulled her bikini bottoms off, mounted her, and started fucking her like a jack rabbit. She had no idea where he'd gotten the energy from, but his pace had no warning and was absolutely relentless. In under a minute she could feel herself building towards an orgasm. As her back arched against him, she felt his hand slip between the bed and the back of her head, gripping a clump of her curly hair and holding her.
Almost without warning, she reached that point where an orgasm usually sits before finally peaking, but his pace made it so that she just kept moving through this. She started shaking and could feel herself squirt a little before she even realized she had cum. She felt him cum inside her before slowing his thrusts. He reached down for some boxers for her to catch his load before pulling out of her. He gave her a light kiss on the cheek before rolling back over and closing his eyes again.
"Give me about 45 more minutes and I'll wake up and we can eat some dinner baby."
Camille lay at the foot of the bed and giggled lightly, realizing that Sam had just fucked her into submission out of a sheer desire to get a little more rest. She didn't mind it either. It was like make-up or pity sex, but a more specific, niche genre of it. All she could do was laugh as she thought to herself, "I'll have to annoy him in his sleep more often."
She lied next to him for a few minutes more until she got the energy up to reach in her dresser and put on a pair of pajama pants. She walked back into the living area to let Sam rest a little more. She knew he needed it. He had mostly taken her up on her offer to let her pay the bills, but had decided to use the extra time to go back to school, and he had been up all night studying before clocking in for an online test this morning.
It had been five months since they first met in New Orleans, and he continued to challenge her cookie-cutter image of men as she learned more about him. Her first impression of him was as a handsome bartender who she might let take her home, but didn't possess the long term stability or work ethic that she needed for him to be more than a fling. This had turned to a deep respect as she learned that, roughly a year before their encounter, he had left a career in offshore drilling and only 20 hours left to complete a degree in petroleum engineering in order to be closer to his terminally ill grandfather. His grandfather had passed several months before they met, and she came to sympathize with him as a man that had everything she had looked for on paper, but had given it up for values he found more important.
At the very beginning of their fling, she strongly doubted her readiness to compromise in any meaningful way for the sake of their relationship. What if she did and lost contracts? Or passed up educational opportunities that could make her more marketable? And made less money? Or just got complacent and let herself go?
Her anxieties were short lived. She was happy when they were together, and found it much easier to make compromises when she actually cared about the person she was making them with. In fact, when it came time to find a new job, she found herself thinking more about what city they might enjoy most as their first new location together rather than what offered her the most lucrative opportunity. Even still, she would have greatly preferred somewhere a little more exciting than Panama City, FL, but she never met a beach she didn't like, and it left Sam less than a day's drive from his family.
Despite all this, she still had some very real hesitancy in their relationship, most of which was just in her own head. She knew this too, and tried not to let it affect the way she acted. After all, Sam was sweet and caring, and a genuinely good guy even outside of their relationship, but she was educated enough to know that a relationship can run on pure lust for well over a year, and they had plenty of that. And even if it was all they had, it was too good to give up. She was addicted.
The last several months had seen her push her sexual boundaries in a way that she didn't even know she would enjoy. For instance, she had realized that, not often, but from time to time, she liked to be absolutely humiliated. This marked a decided shift in how she had viewed her sexual partners in the past: as a means to get her to her own gratification, almost like a live toy when the toy-toys weren't doing it for her anymore.
She could exactly pin point the moment that she had discovered this. It was an otherwise relatively normal blowjob with her on her knees on the floor in front of him, when in the heat of the moment he had decided to grab the base of his shaft and slap her across the face with his dick. In the grand scheme of humiliating sexual acts, this sounds innocent enough, but with Sam's size and him not knowing his own strength, it felt as if she had been whipped with a can of Arizona Tea.
Her emotions shifted to a light anger as her cheek turned red. Before she even got the chance correct him, she felt his thick cock slap her again, then again. The second smack left her breathless. The third made her smile in disbelief as she got a feeling of butterflies in her stomach and an excitement came up inside her.
