The Screenplay

"Mmmm...." Eilla groaned softly. she was still on her sofa, she remained in her same dress with the same mascara stains on her cheek. But somehow, through events even Eilla could not recall, she was groaning happily as Eazy's lips were trailing across her collarbone. His hands were holding back her curly hair as she held onto his chisled shoulders that she had releaved of a shirt moments ago. Eazy had her laying on her back, slowly moving himself down her body, careful not to do anything to drastic that would cause Eilla to rethink what they were doing. He had been wanting this ever since their luncheon, and dying for it ever since they danced in the club. He moved his hands to her face where he returned to softly kiss her lips. Eilla had never felt so much regret and been able to pretend it didn't exist. All she knew was that this felt too good to stop. The damage was done, all that was left to do was enjoy it.

Eazy's hands slid back under Eilla's head so he could bring her lips even closer. He kissed her softly at first, then unable to stop he became furious. Eilla, hoping he would try not to be romantic, welcomed the eventual groping. She just wanted continue so she didn't have to think. She wanted him naked. She wanted to clutch his ass like she used to, where she felt powerless as every muscle in his body flexed and he felt like steel. She moaned louder as his strong hands squeezed at her breasts almost to the point of pain, her dress pulled to her waist, his breath so hot against her cheeks as he whispered to her. "Like that, baby?" She threw back her head in anticipation, relishing his deep whispering voice.

"Oh yes..." she said, not caring how loud she spoke. Her volume was high, and Eazy seemed to like it. "Fuck me," She growled, pressing her lips to his and rolling him from the couch to the floor. She sat straddling him as she pulled her dress from her waist over her head. Eazy had a smile on his face so wide it was like he hadn't been this happy in years, which he hadn't been. Not understanding fully Eilla's complicated situation, he believed she wanted to be with him and Ben had dumped her.

Eilla ran her fingers down Eazy's chest, his six-pack, tracing his hip sockets down to the top of his pants, which she tugged at softly, almost teasingly. Eazy let out a small laugh as he sat up on the ground and lifted Eilla to her feat, his arms bluging and powerful. He sat her on the couch, and dove his lips between her thighs, where it was hot and soaking wet. He shifted to his knees so he could get in deep, and Eilla tried to move forward but Eazy's strength kept her completely still. As his tongue excited her like she had not felt in years, she wondered how Ben was never this good. Keeping his face firmly in place, Eazy removed his pants as Eilla became anxious for the pleasure in store ahead. Eazy took her to the brink then quickly shot up to cover her lips with his, letting her taste what he had just enjoyed. She was groaning so loud she was almost shouting. "Oh, God, Eazy... Come on, fuck me!" she loved acting this was. It was so uncharacteristic, such a new feeling to scream those words. Ben would have been frightened by this. Eazy had not seen it quite like this before, especially because Eilla was entirely sober. He, however, loved it.

"I want to fuck you in bed," Eazy said. He was trying to incorporate some sort of romance into this spontaneous situation. That was his style. At this point, Eilla did not care. She stood up and without hesitation she ran into her bedroom, diving onto the bed, as Eazy followed and lowered himself on top of her. It wasn't long before they were attached, grunting and moaning, twisting into positions they hadn't attempted since they were together. Eilla found herself screaming in pleasure more than once, as Eazy would keep her going through one eruption to the next. "Is there one more in you?" Eazy asked teasingly after a particularly exciting position.

"Yeah," Eilla said. Her voice was tired from the yelling, their bodies were exhausted but neither cared. Eilla knew when this was over, regret was going to spill on her. Eazy just wanted her in his arms as long as was possible. They quietly rocked back and forth, sitting up facing each other, arms entangled, lips connecting between gasps.

Eventually they had spent all of their energy. Eazy had gone to her bathroom for a moment, and Eilla decided she would like a drink of water. She exited her bedroom in Eazy's boxer shorts and nothing else, went quickly into the kitchen. As she walked back to her bedroom she turned the corner to walk through the living room as screamed. She threw her glass onto a countertop and grabbed a roll of paper towels, hurrying to cover herself up.

"What are you doing here?" She shrieked.