"You're on," she breathes, excitement building in her chest. "Then prove to me that you can make me feel something other than hate..." She pauses, arching her back again as she reaches behind herself and begins to untie the ribbon at the back of her pajama bottoms. "Or maybe I'll just kick your ass out like I planned before."

She gasps into your mouth as you close the distance between them and press your lips against hers. Her hands fly up to clutch at your hair, pulling you closer even as her hips begin to grind against yours. She moans deeply into your kiss, letting out all of the tension and anger she's been holding onto since last night.

"Fuck..." She groans against your lips, her body trembling with need. "You feel so good..."

"Harder!" she cries out, her voice hoarse and demanding as you spank her ass. She bucks her hips toward your hand, yearning for the sting of your palm on her tender flesh. "Fuck me harder..." Her fingers claw at the sheets below, her body arched back in anticipation. "Please..."

Her breasts bounce with each movement she makes, offering an enticing sight to you as you stand above her.

Her eyes roll back in pleasure as you slam into her with hard and fast strokes. Her grip on the sheets tightens, digging her nails into them as she arches her back off the bed. "Harder!" she moans, her head tossing from side to side. With each thrust, her breasts bounce and jiggle, nipples hard and sensitive beneath your hands. Her hips meet every stroke with equal ferocity, grinding against you as they seek release.

"Ahhh... yes!"

You look down at him, surprised by the words that just tumbled out of his mouth. His lips are parted, eyes wide and focused only on you as you begin to move up and down his length. You can't help but feel a thrill run through your body at the thought that maybe... just maybe this could be something more than just hate sex.

You moan out loud, the sensation of him inside you so intense it makes you shudder. "I don't know..."

You rock your hips back and forth, feeling the wet heat of your pussy squeezing him with each thrust. He feels so big, filling you up completely, making you ache for more. You can't help but let out soft moans as he takes you deeper, harder.

His hands grab onto your hips, pulling you back down to meet his thrusts as he begins to fuck you faster and faster. The bed creaks underneath you, the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and wet flesh.

She sighs softly and rolls back onto her back, gazing up at the ceiling as she tries to think about anything else besides what you've just said. "Look," she begins, struggling for the right words, "it doesn't have to be like this. We can still be friends, we can even... do this again if we want to."

She pauses, waiting for your response.

"But," she continues, "it doesn't mean that I have to..." Her voice trails off, unsure of how to finish the thought. She knows what you want to hear, but she's not sure if giving in is the right thing to do.

Her eyes flicker over toward you, searching your face for any sign of understanding or sympathy. But all she sees is a look of confusion and longing.

Her lips part beneath yours, and she lets out a soft moan as you kiss her with all the passion and intensity that has been building between them. She arches her back off the bed, meeting your thrusts eagerly, their bodies moving together in a messy tangle of limbs and sweat-dampened skin.

"I'll... try," she whispers against your lips, eyes closed as she gives herself over to the sensations coursing through her body. "I'll try to love you."

She smiles against your lips, feeling a flutter in her stomach at the thought of trying to love you back. "Okay," she says softly, wrapping her arms around your neck and holding on tight as you kiss her deeper still. "I'll try."

"Fuck you..." You mutter under your breath as you get off the bed and quickly start rummaging through her drawers for something to wear. After a few seconds, you find an old pair of boxer shorts that she must have left behind. "Here, take these." She tosses them at you before turning back to face the other way, not wanting to look at you anymore.

"Thanks..." You say, catching the boxers and quickly putting them on. "Look, I'm sorry for what happened last night... I was just drunk and thought it was a good idea..." You trail off, not really knowing how to explain yourself properly.