Master of the Game

Interruptions Are Few

His lips were on hers before they'd reached the bedroom. His hands wrapped around her waist, pushing them both through the house, up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom. She didn't register she was against the door until she heard the click of the doorknob being opened. They fell into the room, arms wrapped around each other, lips still locked together.

He pulled himself away from her long enough to close and lock the door, and when he turned back around her dress had been pulled off and thrown on the floor. She leaned back on the bed, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing a toned, broad chest. She looked him up and down taking in his deep blue shirt, thinking to herself that must be the reason his eyes looked so bright, and his dark, low riding jeans. As his hands moves to the waist of his jeans, her eyes darted up, meeting his as he undid his belt buckle.

He strode toward her leisurely, grabbing her waist and yanking her toward him, pressing himself against her. His lips brushed against her neck and a breathy moan escaped her lips as her head fell back. His hands held her tighter, keeping her propped against him as his hands traveled down her spine to her bottom. She felt his hands squeeze as he pulled her closer and she bit her lip to stop the next moan.

He started removing her black cotton underwear when she put her hand on his chest and stopped him.

"Look, I've been drinking quite a bit tonight and I just think I'm gonna regret this tomorrow. I'm sorry I just can't," she panted.

His glazed eyes slowly came into focus and for a second and she couldn't tell quite how he felt.
Through slightly gritted teeth, he uttered,

"Oh. Alright. That's my mistake, I guess I misread what we were doing." He turned his back to her and walked a few feet away to a dresser on the opposite wall and opened a drawer.

She dazedly reached down for her dress and began putting it on while looking at the floor, her thoughts racing so quick she barely heard him as he strode back toward her. She turned to look at him when she felt a sharp sting in her neck and everything went hazy. The last thing she felt was his arms lowering her to the floor as well as seeing his eyes studying her.