He pushed her against the wall, hard. His mouth was on hers, hungrily pressing and devouring her own. He kissed her throat, and she gasped, her hands finding his wide shoulders. His wide chest enveloped her, and she arched against him. In a second, he had lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. He thrust against her, and she felt his stiffness pressing into her. She moaned into his mouth and his hips thrust again. He kissed her right below her ear.
"Tell me this isn't drunken lowered inhibition that you'll regret." He whispered, his big hands pulling her ass tighter against him as he ground into her again. Her back arched again, her movement constricted by the wall.
"I'm not that drunk."
He pulled her away from the wall, still wrapped around him. He walked easily to her bedroom and threw her on her bed. Her shirt was the first thing he pulled off of her, pausing to admire the shape of her breasts in her bra before removing that as well. Her fingers fumbled with his belt. He pushed away her hands, and pulled it out with one smooth motion, tossing it to the floor. His pants were quickly unbuttoned as he kissed her again. His hand moved to feel the hot dampness between her legs. Her jeans prevented him from feeling much, but the pressure against the seam made her wiggle against his fingers. He unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled them off her easily. She tried to reach his pants again, but he pushed her hands away. His mouth found her nipple, she moaned, softly. Her fingers ran through his hair. He kissed her stomach, and her hip. He spread his legs beneath him, and slid her knees over his shoulders.
"Oh fuck.." She whispered, as she felt his warm breath on her.
He gently bit her inner thigh, and her hips arched up. He pulled her towards him a few inches. His tongue flicked against her, and he listened to her breathing quicken.
"Mmm.." Her hips pressed her against his mouth, and her hands found his. Her hands were engulfed in his own, until he let go of her right hand to hold her hips still.
"Fuck Bobby.. Oh fuck... oh god.. yes.." Her words were soft, breathy, and tinged with pre-orgasmic desperation. He pulled his mouth away to look up at her. She moaned and pleaded, until his fingers slipped gently inside her.
"Jesus christ.." He muttered. She gripped his fingers tightly, and bucked her hips. His finger tips gently stroked inside her, feeling her tighten and relax with each passing moment. He groaned as he felt himself twitch impatiently. She throbbed around his fingers as her orgasm began to come.
"You're so fucking wet," He gasped.
She arched her back and held it for a moment, shaking as he withdrew his fingers.