You agree, in a drunken haze

You bite your lip, feeling giggly and bold at the same time. Your head is pleasantly heavy as you look up at him with glassy eyes. With all the benefits of **** and possibly poor decision-making setting in, you decide to do it.

“…Yeah,” you murmur, the word slipping out softer and breathier than you intended. “Let's do it.”

You try to stand, but sway slightly. He catches your waist with a steady hand, steadying you. The touch sends a little thrill through your wine-warmed body.

“Okay,” you giggle quietly, leaning into him. “Lead the way… before I change my mind and fall over...”

He chuckles and keeps an arm around you as he guides you up the creaky stairs. You cling to his side, cheeks burning, heart racing with a mix of drunken courage and nervous excitement. By the time you reach the door, you’re already wondering what you’ve just agreed to.

He opens the door and shuts it behind you. The room is small and dark, and fitted with a single double bed. Walking you to the bed, he kisses you hard, and begins to undress you. Before long, the both of you are naked, and his hips are slapping against yours with every thrust. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, your nails digging into his back as pleasure builds fast and heavy.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” he groans against your neck, breathing ragged. He picks up speed, pounding, pouding, pouding. Your moans grow louder, shameless, the wine stripping away any remaining shame.

He's getting close. You can feel it. The shortening of his thrusts. The desperation in his voice. He braces himself on his hands, staring down at you with green, intense eyes, his hips still moving. “I’m close…” he growls, voice strained. “Where do you want it?” He slows just enough to wait for your answer, hovering right on the edge, thick cock throbbing deep inside you.

It's your choice.