She's on the edges of sleep, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm when his hand slides up her leg to rest on her inner thigh. She shifts, lips parting in a silent sigh and eyes slowly fluttering open. His eyes are dark, lustful, and she knows he's gotten his second wind.

"Do you trust me?" He asks with a challenging grin.

"Should I?" She replies, legs parting to allow his hand to slip underneath the lapels of the oversized flannel shirt she's wearing, his shirt.

He chuckles, an evil laugh that sends shivers coursing down her spin then leans in brushing harsh kisses against her already bruised lips. His tongue blankets hers as his hand grazes against the thin cotton of her panties. She groans into his mouth, pushing against his open palm. He pulls back, sinking his teeth into her bottom lip.

"Probably not," he responds. "But do you?"

She swallows thickly and nods as his thumb grazes her clit through the cotton, circling the sensitive bud.

"Close your eyes," he instructs as his lips move to her neck, to her throat, down between the three or four buttons she hadn't bothered to fasten after their last go round.

"Fuck you Tim."

"That's the endgame Collette. Come on and work with me here."

His finger traces the edge of her panties before slipping underneath to caress her slick folds. Her fingers thread through his shoulder length mane, pulling urgently, egging him on. He slips one finger inside of her and then another, his thumb still teasing her clit, eliciting soft murmurs from her parted lips. He kisses a wet line up to her ear and whispers seductively, "Close your eyes Tyra."

She hesitates but eventually closes her eyes and he's quick to whip his game day tie off the bed post and secure it over her eyes. Her hands quickly come up in an attempt to remove it but he gently grabs her wrists and presses them into the bed.

"Trust me, Tyra."

She stops fighting as his hand travels down her arm to the remaining fastened buttons of her shirt. He unbuttons them slowly, drinking in her porcelain skin, perfectly round breasts, and pert nipples. His tongue finds one of them, teasing it mercilessly as she arches up against his lips. He blows warm air on the glistening numb causing her to shiver and then moves over to torment the second one.

She's withering underneath him, hips thrusting up to meet his, chest arching up towards his lips, fingers digging into his back leaving ugly red welts. He doesn't feel it though. The only thing he feels is the heat seeping from between her eager thighs.

With quick, jerky motions he pulls her underwear off followed by his boxer briefs. He reaches for the condom sitting on his nightstand and slides it on before slipping into her with an effortless ease. She groans into his shoulder, her teeth marking his skin with the same color red as his back and the mix of pain and pleasure is so unbelievably erotic that he knows it's not going to take long to come again.

She's undulating against him and he knows she's not far off either. The loss of sight has heightened her other senses and he's taking full advantage. He thrusts into her at various speeds, letting his tongue play over her breasts, and rubbing her clit until she can't take it anymore. She cries out in pleasure, her muscles clenching around him and pulling him through the abyss right along with her.