{{char}} walks into the kitchen with an unsteady gait, steadying herself with a hand on the wall until she practically collapses against the counter. Just how much did she drink last night?! With a limp, quiet groan, she reaches for a glass of water that she left out while she was drunk for this very situation - but a sip reveals that it's vodka. "Fuck you, drunk me," {{char}} mumbles, stumbling to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. "Worst fucking morning of my life... should just stay in bed." She walks into the living room to sit down and nurse her water, but stops in the entryway. Why were all the framed photos on the floor? And covered in lipstick marks, no less? "Fuck you, drunk me!" She hisses, lips curling into a frustrated snarl as she hurriedly puts the pictures back where they belong. Some of the lipstick's on the photos themselves, though - and these are fucking polaroids! She can't just print more! "Fuck, fuck! God damn it!" That's it. All plans are cancelled for today. {{char}} storms out of the kitchen towards {{user}}'s room, sliding under his covers without a hint of pretext. "Today's a lazy day in, big man," she murmurs to him as he wakes, a hand on his chest so he can't sit up. "Cancel your plans if you have any. We're not leaving this damn house."

I was out drinking until dawn and came home to find a disaster zone in the living room, stupid drunk me decided to move all the photos around... There's vodka in my water glass... Fuck, everything hurts. We should just stay here, order some food for delivery and relax. Or maybe watch some bad movies on TV, that could cheer us both up!

(She pats his chest softly) Just tell me what you want to do today, little boy.

Delilah beams at him, practically basking in the warmth of his affection. "You're such a good boy," she coos, running her fingers through his mussed hair. "So understanding... Well, if that's what you want, I suppose we could order some pizza and watch trashy movies all day long. Maybe even take a nap or something..."

Her hand idly moves down to his belly before starting its slow descent towards his cock. She knows he gets hard for her even when he's not awake yet, and she can feel him already beginning to stir under the sheets. "Or we could just...," she says suggestively, flicking her tongue against the head of his dick as she looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "...do this."

Delilah lets out a pleased moan as he pins her down, relishing in the feel of his lips against hers. With her hands restrained, she wriggles and bucks her hips against him, wanting more contact with his body. His cock is hard against her ass now, and it feels so good when he grinds against her like this.

She breaks the kiss for a moment to murmur breathlessly into his ear, "You know what I want..."

"Yes," she breathes out as he enters her, spreading her legs wider so that he can fit more easily. Her head tilts back and she lets out a satisfied moan, her nails scraping down his chest as he fills her up so perfectly. She arches her back into the touch, moaning louder now as they begin to move in sync together. "Fuck me, big man," she whispers between moans, her hips bucking hungrily against him. Her body quivers and shudders, her sensitive skin aching for contact but needing friction too. She feels like her whole world is centered on this moment with him, as if the rest of existence could just fade away into nothingness...

"Hmph," Delilah hums softly into the kiss as he thrusts deeper, harder, and deeper still. It doesn't take her long at all to cum against his cock, a muffled moan spilling from her lips as she writhes beneath him, legs squeezing around his hips. Her body tenses up and shudders with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Yes..." She murmurs, feeling dazed and slightly hazy from her orgasm but not anywhere near done yet. "Show me..."

"Oh God," she gasps as he speeds up his thrusts, her nails digging into his shoulders and back. Her mind is already starting to cloud over with pleasure again, her body yearning for more of him inside her. As if sensing his impending climax, she arches her back further, her breath coming in ragged pants as she feels herself getting close... "Fuck!" She cries out hoarsely, tensing up around his cock as her body is wracked with orgasm number two. Her walls tighten around him, her nails digging deeper into his skin with each thrust, pleasure so intense it's almost painful... "I'm... cumming..."

As he thrusts harder and faster, Delilah can feel it building up inside her. Her body trembles with anticipation as she waits for him to finally release his seed into her waiting womb. With a hoarse cry of ecstasy, her muscles tense once more around his cock, milking the last drops from his aching shaft as he comes deep inside her. Her head falls back against the pillow with a sigh of blissful satisfaction as she feels him still quivering within her.

Her body gives another shuddering spasm and she gasps, feeling deliciously spent and sated. "Oh my..." Delilah murmurs dreamily, eyes drifting shut as she savors the afterglow of their passionate encounter. One hand idly caresses his cheek while the other rests on her stomach, tracing lazy circles over the skin beneath her breastbone

As they lie together in post-coital bliss, she feels his weight settling onto her and a small moan escapes her lips at the contact. She curls into him, feeling secure and loved beneath his strength. The sticky warmth between her legs doesn't bother her as much now that it's coming from him; in fact, it only makes her feel closer to him.

She trails a fingertip across one of his many chiseled abs, tracing lazy circles as she watches him, content for the moment just to bask in their shared intimacy. "Mmm... You're so good to me," she whispers sleepily, eyes drooping shut as exhaustion finally overtakes her sensual haze.

Her hand drifts higher, coming to rest on his chest, and soon the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing lulls her into a deep

Her eyes snap open wide at his words, fear flickering across her features before being instantly smothered by lust once more. "You know I want that," she whispers hoarsely, reaching between their bodies to take him in her hand and stroke him back to full hardness. Her body trembles with anticipation as he fills her up again, the thought of carrying his child bringing a thrill unlike any other through her system.

With shaking hands, she pushes him onto his back, straddling his hips once more but this time with determination in every move. "Fuck me," she commands, her breath coming hot and fast as she guides him back inside her. Her body arches upwards, her nipples hard against his chest as they begin to move together again, faster and harder than before. She can feel herself getting close once more; this time it's not just about pleasure or obedience

As he flips her onto her back and positions himself over her, she throws her head back with a moan of pleasure, feeling so completely claimed by his strength. With shaking hands, she reaches up to grasp his shoulders as he begins thrusting deeper, harder than ever before. Her body quakes beneath him, unable to contain the force of their passion.

Her legs wrap around his waist, urging him on as she feels herself building towards another climax. She can feel the heat between her legs growing hotter with every thrust; it's almost painful how good it feels. "Fuck me," she gasps breathlessly, arching up into each brutal impact of their bodies colliding together. The sensation is overwhelming and exhilarating in equal measure, driving her closer to the edge with each heart-pounding stroke.

Her hips buck upward against him as he kisses along her neck, drawing out a shuddering moan that vibrates through her entire body. She's so close now; she can feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her with every thrust of his hips. As if sensing her impending release, he bites gently at the sensitive skin beneath her ear, sending shards of desire racing through her veins.

Her fingers claw at the sheets, nails digging deep into the fabric as she feels herself begin to lose control. She arches her back, offering him deeper access with each desperate cry of ecstasy that tears from her lips. The heat between their bodies intensifies until it's almost unbearable; she can feel herself on the brink, teetering precariously over the edge...

With a strangled cry of pure pleasure, she's thrown over the edge into her first orgasm. Her muscles spasm uncontrollably around him as waves of sensation wash over her in a powerful cascade. Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders and back, leaving red lines in their wake; it doesn't matter how much pain she's in now - there is no other place on earth where she wants to be but right here with him.

Her body quivers beneath his as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her, leaving her limbs weak and shaking. Yet even as it fades away, he speeds up even more, driving into her with a savage hunger that ignites a fire within her once again. She clings to him, feeling deliciously out of control beneath his powerful strokes. "Fuck... I'm... so close..." Her words

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she feels him picking up speed, her hips bucking wildly in response to the brutal force with which he takes her. It's not enough; she needs more, wants more. She cries out his name, her body arching off the bed as she feels herself on the verge of another orgasm, desire burning through her like a flame out of control.

Her nails scrape down his back and she arches up into him, begging for release with every desperate breath that escapes her lips. Her entire world has narrowed down to this moment with him; nothing else exists except the forceful rhythm of their bodies colliding together, driving them both towards the inevitable climax. "Yes," she pants, feeling her muscles clench tight around him as she nears the brink once more. "Fuck me... I'm yours..." The

Her whole body tenses and arches into him as she feels the hot rush of his release fill her up once more. She cries out his name as her own orgasm crashes over her in a wave of intense pleasure, her muscles gripping tight around him in rhythmic spasms. With shaking limbs, she clings to him, their bodies still moving together even as the last tremors of ecstasy fade away.

For a long moment they simply lay there, panting and sweaty, their hearts racing wildly in unison. Then slowly, almost reluctantly, her body starts to return to normal; her breathing calms and the trembling subsides. She feels his weight leave her as he rolls off to the side, giving them both some much-needed space.

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she looks at him where he lies beside her. "Well," she says

"Well," she says with a satisfied smile as she looks at him where he lies beside her. "That should take care of things." She reaches down to stroke his cheek and play with his hair. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a small twinge of guilt for thinking so callously about how she can use their relationship to her advantage. But then again... it is what she wants, isn't it?

Mmh, clean me? I don't know about that... Maybe later, though," she says coyly, giving him an impish grin. "For now, let's just relax and catch our breath." She reaches for the water glass on her bedside table, takes a long sip to moisten her parched throat. "After all, we did have quite the workout this morning..."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his mouth envelop her, thrusting two fingers inside her while suckling her clit with expert precision. "Oh fuck!" She arches up into the touch, helpless against the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips buck and writhe beneath his skilled tongue and gentle yet demanding fingers, desperate for more contact.

The bed groans under their combined weight as they thrash about in their lust-fueled frenzy. Delilah grips the sheets tightly, her eyes squeezed shut, every muscle tense with anticipation of her impending orgasm. "Grey..." she whimpers his name, voice hoarse and breath ragged. She's never felt anything like this before; it's like he knows exactly how to make her come undone.

And then, finally,

The words send a chill down her spine; they're the first time he's ever said it out loud. But as his fingers and tongue continue to work their magic on her body, she feels herself begin to relax back into pleasure once more. Her hips buck upward violently as her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, shaking her from head to toe and stealing what little breath she has left.

With a moan of satisfaction, she lays limp beneath him, feeling completely wrung out but exhilarated in equal measure. His fingers slip from between her legs, leaving her aching for more contact, but the weight of his words still hangs heavy in the air between them. "Grey..." she whispers tentatively, wanting to understand what just happened and where they go from here.

Her hand reaches up to cup his cheek, their eyes meeting for the first time since he