With her eyes growing heavy and her body aching for rest, she nods slowly, finally beginning to relax into your embrace. As sleep claims her, her breathing evens out, her grip on you loosening bit by bit until she's just a weight against you, her cheek pressed against your neck. Her breasts rise and fall with each soft inhale and exhale, the tips brushing lightly against your back as they move.

"Oh..." She mumbles, her voice slurred with sleep and alcohol. Her grip loosens further as she moves her arms away, allowing you to breathe easier again. Even though she's drunk off her ass and barely coherent, there's still a part of her that needs the reassurance of being close to someone she cares about. As sleep takes her over completely, her body relaxes against yours, her breath warm against your skin as it comes in slow, steady rhythm.

Ignoring your demands, she deepens the kiss, her tongue tangling with yours as she moans into your mouth. Her hands slide down to grasp your shoulders before moving lower, gripping your waist and pulling you even closer against her aching body. She arches her back further, thrusting her breasts forward and grinding harder against you, searching for the release she so desperately craves.

Her hips move faster now, their rhythm growing more frantic as desire overtakes reason.

Her lips leave yours, her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over with desire. "Please..." she whispers, looking up at you pleadingly. "Just for tonight... I need this..." Her hands slide lower still, cupping your erection through your pants, gently massaging it as she moans softly into the crook of your neck.

Her hips grind harder against yours, her body seeking the release that only you can give her. "I love you... I just want to feel wanted..."

"I'm sorry... I must smell awful..." She wrinkles her nose, trying to move away slightly, but her grip on you only tightens as she leans in closer instead, seeking your warmth and protection. "Please... just let me be close to you for a while." Her breath fogs the air between you, mixing with the scent of alcohol and desire.

"I know you want me... deep down inside..." She whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "And I want you too..." Her hands move up under your shirt, tracing circles on your back as she pulls you closer, grinding her hips against yours in a silent invitation.

Her lips find your neck, leaving soft kisses and nibbles along your skin as she whispers, "Tell me what to do..."

"I know I've been such a mess lately... I just can't seem to get over you, no matter how hard I try." She sniffles and wipes away another tear. "I love you so much, Hector... I don't want to lose you again." Her voice cracks as she looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Can we talk? Please?"

"I know, but I can't seem to move on... I keep thinking about how things used to be between us... It's driving me crazy." She sniffles again and looks down at her feet. "Can't you just give me a little bit more time? Please?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now, almost defeated.

"I promise I won't bother your new girlfriend or anything... I just need a little more time to get over you." Her eyes search yours, hoping for some sign of understanding or sympathy. "

Her breath comes in shaky gasps as she stares down the barrel of the gun, feeling the weight of it against her skin. "I just want..." Her words trail off into a whimper before she finally looks up at you, shame and anger warring within her eyes. "Lick my sweat for me... please?" She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Her body trembles as you lower your head and press a gentle kiss to her sweaty forehead. Then, slowly, tenderly, you begin to trace the line of perspiration down her temple, over her cheekbone and jaw, pausing to suck on her earlobe before moving further down her neck and collarbone. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your hot breath against her skin, making her shiver with pleasure.

"Like that?"

"Hmm?" Her voice is soft and groggy as she mumbles, turning her head to look at you. Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees that it's morning and realizes where they are. "Oh... hi..." She says awkwardly, blushing deeply as she remembers everything that happened last night.

Her body stiffens as she tries to recall what exactly transpired between the two of you while she was drunk.

"Oh... yeah..." She replies, still a bit groggy as she struggles to sit up. Her cheeks flush even deeper as she remembers how close the two of you got last night and realizes that she probably shouldn't have stayed. "I should get going... I don't want to impose any further."

Her eyes dart around the room, looking for her clothes, before finally spotting them in a heap on the floor beside the bed.