Unlove #14
Most of the early touch felt like it happened through cheesecloth, but it served its purpose. She ended up spread on the bed with only half her clothes. He ended up above her grunting and whispering her name. Every time he said it she was jarred from the pleasant fantasy that she was only dreaming. No matter how good his mouth felt between her legs or how well his hard prick filled her, this was best considered as a dream.
They were very drunk. Much too drunk to be having sex with anyone, much less each other. She ran her hand over his chest, giggling that she could pinch his nipple if she wanted, and thought how stupid she must look. At the same time she felt a rush of heat between her legs when she actually pinched him. He teased her about following his orders despite not being her boss anymore. When she called him Sir he almost fell off the bed laughing.
Still, when they did connect and move toward the inevitable goal of climax, they found a rhythm easily enough. He caressed her hair in long, slow strokes that matched the way he moved inside her. She put her hands on his ass and pulled at him to go deeper even though he went deep enough to grind against her clit with every thrust. Their drunkenness was only felt in how long he could last and in the end she cried out his name.
He rolled off her and put his arm over his eyes. She turned to watch him, seeing the expected emotions play out over his face. Pleasure, shame, anger at himself, at her, more shame and finally resignation. Finally he turned to her and said with a moan, "I'm dead, aren't I?"
Alex laughed a little bitterly and shook her head. "Like it or not, Jimmy, I'm awake and you're breathing."
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