Prologue
He stumbled into the dark room. Tripped as he slid off his shoes. Right foot. Stumble. Left foot. He braced himself on the wall. He reached out for the bed and crawled up to the pillows. On all fours he remembered something. His head was right above his pillows. He scooted to the right, put one arm around a mass that lying there. His other hand was used to roll it over so part of the object replaced the pillows underneath. He leaned in and quickly started kissing the mass. She slowly opened her eyes as he was kissing her. She kissed him back. She knew exactly who it was, there was no reason to believe it was anyone else, but if there were it was abolished by the fact that she recognized every piece of him. His hair. His arms. His tongue that was now in her mouth. She tasted the whiskey. There was no hiding it! She could’ve smelled it across the house!
“Your pissed drunk you know that?” she told him as his lips moved across her face, to her ear, his teeth brushed the side of her ear giving her chills. He moved o her neck and she grabbed a handful of his hair. Forcefully she pulled his head up from her chest where he now had his lips.
“Hi!” she told him as he smiled a drunken smile at her.
“Hey” He told her as he moved into kiss her. She kissed him back. He shifted putting one leg over her, still engulfed in the kiss. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and trying to get it over his head. His lack of balance prevented him from lifting both arms at the same time. They both laughed at this little pause in their game. When she finally got his shirt off he didn’t waste anytime to get hers off. An easier task than it was to get his off. He kissed her neck again and she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, and pulled herself up, closer to him. He bent his arms down so that she was back on the bed. She removed her arms and brought them down to his belt. She undid it with ease. He was pre occupied with her ear. She undid his pants and he smoothly kicked them off. Suddenly his lips moved swiftly down her body, stopping at every spot he knew would make her squirm. He got to her panties and grabbed them with his teeth, jerking them down her leg and tossing them to the floor. He came all the way back sitting up face to face. Then she knew what came next. The obvious. The fist climax of the night and the game.
“Your pissed drunk you know that?” she told him as his lips moved across her face, to her ear, his teeth brushed the side of her ear giving her chills. He moved o her neck and she grabbed a handful of his hair. Forcefully she pulled his head up from her chest where he now had his lips.
“Hi!” she told him as he smiled a drunken smile at her.
“Hey” He told her as he moved into kiss her. She kissed him back. He shifted putting one leg over her, still engulfed in the kiss. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and trying to get it over his head. His lack of balance prevented him from lifting both arms at the same time. They both laughed at this little pause in their game. When she finally got his shirt off he didn’t waste anytime to get hers off. An easier task than it was to get his off. He kissed her neck again and she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, and pulled herself up, closer to him. He bent his arms down so that she was back on the bed. She removed her arms and brought them down to his belt. She undid it with ease. He was pre occupied with her ear. She undid his pants and he smoothly kicked them off. Suddenly his lips moved swiftly down her body, stopping at every spot he knew would make her squirm. He got to her panties and grabbed them with his teeth, jerking them down her leg and tossing them to the floor. He came all the way back sitting up face to face. Then she knew what came next. The obvious. The fist climax of the night and the game.
He lay on his stomach across the entire bed. She was on her back on top of him. This was usually how they ended up the next morning when the time came to get up. But today was different. Neither were tired. Surprising after what had just happened. They were usually both dead tired. She got up, yanking the sheet after her. This got his attention and he propped himself on one arm.
“And now?” he asked with a smile that reviled he was still very drunk. She rolled her eyes and pushed him over on his back. Almost as fast as he fell she was there on top of him. Both hands in his hair. She looked into his eyes. His beautiful eyes. She loved them. His hands were on her waist and he didn’t move. He knew that now it was her turn. Not that before had been his, in fact it was both, together, in one, but now it was hers. He knew that if he tried anything it might jeopardize what he hoped she would do. She knew the reason he didn’t move. She always knew. Not that this was an everyday thing. He almost never got drunk and did this. It was almost a shock when he walked in and grabbed her. But she knew his every drunk thought. She took the time to properly tease him. Pulling a certain area of his hair. Kissing a certain part of his neck. Running her hand up and down past his thigh and up to his chest, ever so barely passing the place he needed her. His breathing changed every time she passed. It drove him crazy, but still he didn’t move, not yet anyways. She put her forearms on his chest wrapping her hands around his neck and just barely touching his lips to before before pulling away. Still taunting him. She knew as long as he wanted what she planned to do he wouldn’t move. It’s not that if he did move she would stop. Hell no! She loved it just as much if not more than him! But he had decided that she would stop, so she was content playing with him until his beautiful eyes begged her and he couldn’t hold the little moans and whimpers in anymore. She was nowhere near done with him. Not yet anyways. He made her squirm, she makes him squirm. He let out a small whimper.
“Karma’s a bitch sometimes huh?” she seductively whispered in his ear. This caused another louder whimper followed by a moan as he couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t care if she didn’t do the one thing she’d been taunting him with. He tackled her and attacked her neck. Her hands on his back, her short nails digging into his skin only making him more intense. She used to have long nails but those soon disappeared after an embarrassing incident where he had no shirt on and her nail marks were clearly visible.
“I need you!” he told her while twisting his tongue around the simple gold stud in her ear.
“hmmm, what for?” she teased fully aware it was still her game the two were playing. Her breathing was heavy. He moaned loudly.
“Please!’ he begged. She looked into his eyes. No. Not yet. She thought as he pleaded again. It was getting hard for her to concentrate. She wanted it as badly as he did! She grabbed his hair in one hand and his neck in the other.
“I’ll go—“ he stopped to take a breath and kiss her neck some more before he continued with, “insane with all your teasing!” she knew it wasn’t time. Not even close so in another act of taunting she let out a small gasp and a moan when he continued to kiss her ear and neck. As soon as it happened he bit he ear. Not hard, it didn’t hurt, it felt good, so good she let out another unexpected moan sending him into a complete crazed state. He got on his knees and dragged her with him. They were close to the edge. He lifted her and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. He spun 180 and was on the edge of the very large bed. He stood up. Half stumbling, half falling to the wall slamming her into it. Did it hurt? Maybe. Did she notice? No. Did she even realize that something fell off the wall somewhere further down with a crash? Nope. She only noticed him. He rammed her against the wall again. Her head flew back in pleasure when he stuck his hand in her. Slowly at first, one finger, in then out. Two fingers. And so on. Then she noticed something else. Not a hand. But it did belong to him. A moan. Another. A gasp from him. Breathing. Heavily breathing. She used her arms and pushed against the wall. Hard. Sending him staggering back and he sat on the bed. She pushed him flat on his back. She was in total control now. She knew it. He knew it. And now, it was time.
“And now?” he asked with a smile that reviled he was still very drunk. She rolled her eyes and pushed him over on his back. Almost as fast as he fell she was there on top of him. Both hands in his hair. She looked into his eyes. His beautiful eyes. She loved them. His hands were on her waist and he didn’t move. He knew that now it was her turn. Not that before had been his, in fact it was both, together, in one, but now it was hers. He knew that if he tried anything it might jeopardize what he hoped she would do. She knew the reason he didn’t move. She always knew. Not that this was an everyday thing. He almost never got drunk and did this. It was almost a shock when he walked in and grabbed her. But she knew his every drunk thought. She took the time to properly tease him. Pulling a certain area of his hair. Kissing a certain part of his neck. Running her hand up and down past his thigh and up to his chest, ever so barely passing the place he needed her. His breathing changed every time she passed. It drove him crazy, but still he didn’t move, not yet anyways. She put her forearms on his chest wrapping her hands around his neck and just barely touching his lips to before before pulling away. Still taunting him. She knew as long as he wanted what she planned to do he wouldn’t move. It’s not that if he did move she would stop. Hell no! She loved it just as much if not more than him! But he had decided that she would stop, so she was content playing with him until his beautiful eyes begged her and he couldn’t hold the little moans and whimpers in anymore. She was nowhere near done with him. Not yet anyways. He made her squirm, she makes him squirm. He let out a small whimper.
“Karma’s a bitch sometimes huh?” she seductively whispered in his ear. This caused another louder whimper followed by a moan as he couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t care if she didn’t do the one thing she’d been taunting him with. He tackled her and attacked her neck. Her hands on his back, her short nails digging into his skin only making him more intense. She used to have long nails but those soon disappeared after an embarrassing incident where he had no shirt on and her nail marks were clearly visible.
“I need you!” he told her while twisting his tongue around the simple gold stud in her ear.
“hmmm, what for?” she teased fully aware it was still her game the two were playing. Her breathing was heavy. He moaned loudly.
“Please!’ he begged. She looked into his eyes. No. Not yet. She thought as he pleaded again. It was getting hard for her to concentrate. She wanted it as badly as he did! She grabbed his hair in one hand and his neck in the other.
“I’ll go—“ he stopped to take a breath and kiss her neck some more before he continued with, “insane with all your teasing!” she knew it wasn’t time. Not even close so in another act of taunting she let out a small gasp and a moan when he continued to kiss her ear and neck. As soon as it happened he bit he ear. Not hard, it didn’t hurt, it felt good, so good she let out another unexpected moan sending him into a complete crazed state. He got on his knees and dragged her with him. They were close to the edge. He lifted her and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. He spun 180 and was on the edge of the very large bed. He stood up. Half stumbling, half falling to the wall slamming her into it. Did it hurt? Maybe. Did she notice? No. Did she even realize that something fell off the wall somewhere further down with a crash? Nope. She only noticed him. He rammed her against the wall again. Her head flew back in pleasure when he stuck his hand in her. Slowly at first, one finger, in then out. Two fingers. And so on. Then she noticed something else. Not a hand. But it did belong to him. A moan. Another. A gasp from him. Breathing. Heavily breathing. She used her arms and pushed against the wall. Hard. Sending him staggering back and he sat on the bed. She pushed him flat on his back. She was in total control now. She knew it. He knew it. And now, it was time.
She lay on her back. Not particularly sure which way she was facing in the room. Every pillow and blanket had been knocked or thrown across the room. He was across her. His head on her shoulder looking away from her. He was almost at a diagonal from her. Only lying across her chest. One hand was on her waist and the other was currently under her head as a pillow. One of her hands was massaging his hair. The other was wondering who knows where. He was still numb from all the drinking, let alone what had just happened. Twice. He didn’t want it to be done. He had no idea about her. He was by all means not tired. She felt the same. Not sure how to approach the obvious question of “again?” she took a deep breath and gasped when his hand quickly moved inward from her waist. This was enough for him. He rolled onto his back taking her with him. Again they were on their knees. Following all the obvious moves of massaging each other. Whose turn? Who’s game now? She didn’t know if he considered the wall his turn or hers. Officially it was hers. But had his attack been counted as his? She was sure it was his. Everything he was doing to her. All the pleasure he gave had to be, but was it the same pleasure fir him? As if on que a yes slipped from his teeth.
“And now,” he continued almost picking her up, “Its my turn!”
“But--” he stopped her, kissing her ever so gently. He teased her now. Gentile kisses always on the brink of something deeper, but never following through. It made her crazy. He could feel his body tense up. She squirmed. Pulling herself up so he would finish his kisses. He knew she wanted it. She was helpless in his games! He even took hold of her game for a while there. As he kissed her he had to decide what to do in his game. He threw her on the bed and traced her every curve with his tongue. Kissing every one of her hot spots. He even gently put his teeth around a piece of her breast. She gasped and moaned. She grabbed the edge of the bed above her head as he moved down. She was squirming. He loved it. Her whimpers and moans turned him on. His tongue slid down her to her thigh. She grabbed the mattress even harder. His gentle kisses left her begging for him. He knew what to do. He knew it would surprise her. She had no idea what he was planning to do. She loved it. He loved it. The two were in love with each other. That’s why they could do this. Not the sex. The lives. Together. A moan, more like a scream from her. He laughed and made his way back up to her. Looking into her eyes. He had sobered up. A bit more with every minute and again with each encounter, so to say that still he was really drunk is saying that he drank a lot! He kissed her on the cheek, then looked into her eyes again. He laughed. She looked back at him and laughed with him. Why the sudden outburst? Neither knew. He leaned down, kissed her, and rolled over on his side pulling her with. She wrapped one leg around his tangling the two up in each other. They both sat there. His arms around her. Her arms around him. They sat there, just looking at each other. Smiling. He put his forehead on hers. She leaned up and kissed him. He rolled over on his back her coming with him since they were tangled up together. He kissed her, deeper this time. So now as they both started to untangle themselves, never breaking their kiss. She pulled back and sat strait up on him. She scooted back propping himself up on the wall behind him. She crawled up and laid on his chest. His hands pulled her legs up across his and she let his hands roam around her body. He already knew every inch of her. Strands of her sweaty, clumped together hair kept falling in her face forcing her to stress about it. He noticed and in three quick movements pulled her hair back and used the hair-tie on his wrist to secure her hair. Then his hands went back to roaming and searching her.
“So,” she started, smiling, “how was your night?” he laughed
“Before or after I came in? With what just happened,” he paused and silently counted, “I lost count how many times!” he joked.
“Well considering I was there for the after, tell me about before!” she laughed.
“Well, you know I just went out with the guys for a drink!”
“Yeah! A drink! Not the whole bar!” she laughed at him. Most women might be mad at the fact that someone walked in, middle of the night, drunk as hell, but really, she didn’t care! He could do what he wanted and she was fine with it! To an extent, drinking, fine. Gambling, as long as it wasn’t everything he owned!
“So, I got into this drinking game thing! And, well, instead of being Legolas I was Gimli!” he laughed. She rolled her eyes and said,
“You should’ve brought me! I’d go all Legolas on their asses! Everyone knows I hold my liquor better than everyone on the planet!” she giggled at him looking up at his face, playing with his hair. He looked down at her.
“So what about you? What did you do before I stumbled into the room?”
“Well, I was doing this thing, it’s so cool! Its called sleep! It usually gives you energy in the mornings!” she laughed.
“ Oh Ha-Ha!” he said sarcastically. “But,” he continued, “you’re saying,” he said picking her up and throwing her on her back next to him before getting on top of her, “that you are so sleep-deprived and low on energy that you wont let me finish?” he asked fully aware that there was no way in hell that she would want him to stop!
“Well i--” he cut her off kissing her deeply. She grabbed the back of his neck and let him do whatever he pleased. And apparently whatever he pleased was a lot of good things.
“And now,” he continued almost picking her up, “Its my turn!”
“But--” he stopped her, kissing her ever so gently. He teased her now. Gentile kisses always on the brink of something deeper, but never following through. It made her crazy. He could feel his body tense up. She squirmed. Pulling herself up so he would finish his kisses. He knew she wanted it. She was helpless in his games! He even took hold of her game for a while there. As he kissed her he had to decide what to do in his game. He threw her on the bed and traced her every curve with his tongue. Kissing every one of her hot spots. He even gently put his teeth around a piece of her breast. She gasped and moaned. She grabbed the edge of the bed above her head as he moved down. She was squirming. He loved it. Her whimpers and moans turned him on. His tongue slid down her to her thigh. She grabbed the mattress even harder. His gentle kisses left her begging for him. He knew what to do. He knew it would surprise her. She had no idea what he was planning to do. She loved it. He loved it. The two were in love with each other. That’s why they could do this. Not the sex. The lives. Together. A moan, more like a scream from her. He laughed and made his way back up to her. Looking into her eyes. He had sobered up. A bit more with every minute and again with each encounter, so to say that still he was really drunk is saying that he drank a lot! He kissed her on the cheek, then looked into her eyes again. He laughed. She looked back at him and laughed with him. Why the sudden outburst? Neither knew. He leaned down, kissed her, and rolled over on his side pulling her with. She wrapped one leg around his tangling the two up in each other. They both sat there. His arms around her. Her arms around him. They sat there, just looking at each other. Smiling. He put his forehead on hers. She leaned up and kissed him. He rolled over on his back her coming with him since they were tangled up together. He kissed her, deeper this time. So now as they both started to untangle themselves, never breaking their kiss. She pulled back and sat strait up on him. She scooted back propping himself up on the wall behind him. She crawled up and laid on his chest. His hands pulled her legs up across his and she let his hands roam around her body. He already knew every inch of her. Strands of her sweaty, clumped together hair kept falling in her face forcing her to stress about it. He noticed and in three quick movements pulled her hair back and used the hair-tie on his wrist to secure her hair. Then his hands went back to roaming and searching her.
“So,” she started, smiling, “how was your night?” he laughed
“Before or after I came in? With what just happened,” he paused and silently counted, “I lost count how many times!” he joked.
“Well considering I was there for the after, tell me about before!” she laughed.
“Well, you know I just went out with the guys for a drink!”
“Yeah! A drink! Not the whole bar!” she laughed at him. Most women might be mad at the fact that someone walked in, middle of the night, drunk as hell, but really, she didn’t care! He could do what he wanted and she was fine with it! To an extent, drinking, fine. Gambling, as long as it wasn’t everything he owned!
“So, I got into this drinking game thing! And, well, instead of being Legolas I was Gimli!” he laughed. She rolled her eyes and said,
“You should’ve brought me! I’d go all Legolas on their asses! Everyone knows I hold my liquor better than everyone on the planet!” she giggled at him looking up at his face, playing with his hair. He looked down at her.
“So what about you? What did you do before I stumbled into the room?”
“Well, I was doing this thing, it’s so cool! Its called sleep! It usually gives you energy in the mornings!” she laughed.
“ Oh Ha-Ha!” he said sarcastically. “But,” he continued, “you’re saying,” he said picking her up and throwing her on her back next to him before getting on top of her, “that you are so sleep-deprived and low on energy that you wont let me finish?” he asked fully aware that there was no way in hell that she would want him to stop!
“Well i--” he cut her off kissing her deeply. She grabbed the back of his neck and let him do whatever he pleased. And apparently whatever he pleased was a lot of good things.