Giovanna showed Cameron to a guest room that they would be sharing during their stay. The bed wasn't exactly a king size, but they could sleep together comfortably albeit right on top of each other. At least it had an adjacent bathroom, which would limit the hall-wandering Cameron would have to do in this truly massive house.
Everybody said their good-nights and Giovanna and Cameron retired to their quarters. Cameron wore a pair of loose basketball shorts, and Giovanna had an oversize t-shirt on. He took the side closest to the wall (it was a comfort issue from being locked up, he explained) leaving her the outer portion. She curled up with her back to him, but kept a decent space between them. Before long he was asleep, breathing hard and heavy. His breath fell on her neck, which at first was a welcome sensation until she began to get really, *really* hot. Thinking it was the effects of the heater, the blanket and her t-shirt, she removed the latter. She felt better until she started to feel his breath on her neck again. She then realized it wasn't the temperature that was making her hot; it was him!
He wasn't snoring, but just breathing so damn hard that she could still feel it from so far away. She tried her best to keep still, but couldn't keep from squirming. Her pussy was working itself into a frenzy, and she could tell the panties she had on were soaked from her wetness. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to have a body-shaking orgasm, but she didn't want to for fear of waking Cameron up. She clenched her thighs together and allowed the air on her spine to continue driving her wild, to the point where she was about to scream. She bit into a pillow to muffle the noise, and she finally let herself climax. It was a good one too; so good that she lost control of her body for a moment. Unfortunately the crucial body part she let go of was her right leg, which reared up and nearly horse-kicked Cameron, waking him from his deep sleep. He looked around with a start before gaining his bearings, apparently having been locked in a deep dream. The pain from the kick took a moment to register, but it was gone just as quickly. "Vonni?" he whispered.
"Huh?"
"You OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"OK... you just kicked the crap out of me though."
"I'm so sorry, are you all right?" She turned over and reached out for him, not realizing in the shuffling of bedding that he was removing his shorts. Her hand fell on the end of his dick, and she retracted it just as quickly as if a snake had bitten her. "I'll be fine... good night," was all he replied as he curled up and went back to sleep. Giovanna tried to, but could not for the life of her. Her orgasm from before, as intense as it was, had only left her wanting more. She wanted some good old-fashioned body-rocking sex, but the other part of that equation (a man) was missing. Cameron was out of the question, she declared; he was still too much of an emotional wreck and might mistake her desires for more than what they were (or so she assumed, playing the clairvoyant). Out of viable options, she settled for stroking her own kitty for what ended up being three and a half hours before finally falling asleep.
Morning came too soon for Giovanni's liking. She didn't know exactly how much sleep she had gotten, but it didn't feel like enough. She reached for Cameron, but he was gone. She strained for a moment and heard water running, which meant he must have been in the bathroom. She tried to cover her head with a pillow, but the entire house was already rocking with excitement and festivity. Cameron eventually came out and saw Giovanni bundled up under the covers like a turtle. "Wake up, woman," he said with a mouth full of his toothbrush. He gauged where her ass would be and gave it a light swat. On any other day, she might have taken his gesture in jest, but being at a lack for sleep her fuse was a lot shorter than it might normally be. She whipped around and prepared to lay into him, but was immediately struck speechless. He was standing in front of her, completely naked. Never mind the fact that he looked like he had been hand-carved from the side of a mountain; right now his most distinguishing feature was dangling deliciously low between his muscular thighs. "Everybody else is apparently already up," he said snapping her from her trance. "Let's get downstairs before everybody thinks we really are screwing."
If only, she thought as pangs of longing resonated throughout her once again. "What time is it?" she asked.
"About 9:30."
