He was still standing in the frame of the door, watching me. By now my eyes were used to the dark and I could see him clearly, how his eyes reflected an underlying determination.

"W..what are you doing here?" I said, my mouth was dry. He doesn't answer me. I stretch to look over his shoulder.

"Where is Fran?"

"She's staying with Seamus." He said short, his voice monotone.

"And Sophie?" I said, slightly frightened by his unwanted presence.

"I don't know?" His shoulders shrug.

"You left her?"

"She went home."

My heart is in my throat. "Why are you here Francesco?"

A pause. Francesco steps are uneven, he steadies himself by gripping the handle to the door.

"You're drunk." I stated.

"You left with that guy, Darren." He slurred on his words.

Slowly I got out of bed. He is still when I approach him. With one arm at each of his sides, I undress Seamus' leather jacket. His eyes shift with my movement, raising his brow when I fall onto my knees, but only to remove his shoes.

"What are you doing?" He questions.

I return from the floor. With my hand I guide him towards the bed. His eyes are glassy with the moonlight and his drunk movements are slow.

"You didn't leave with Darren?" He said, now seated on the bed with me standing in front of him.

"Devon." I giggled. "His name is Devon."

"Do you like him?" There was a sorrow lingering in his eyes. My hand goes to caress the side of his face and he leans into the warm sensation of my hand.

"I don't get you Francesco." I whisper. Suddenly his cold hands looked for my naked skin underneath the hemn of my shirt. I gasped at the touch.

He buries his face deep against my pelvis, pulling me against him. I grip his curls in order to tilt his head. He welcomes me to sit on his lap, our bodies rubbing up against one another. His lips are cold against mine, with his facial hair tickling my upper lip. I taste the alcohol on his lips, a strong smell on his breath. He pulls me down against the mattress and so the undressing begins.

"Can I touch you?" He asked, his body heavy on top of mine.

"You already are." I smile.

He pulls my sweatshirt over my head and I wait to do the same with his t-shirt. I lay exposed for his eyes to see. He bends down to kiss my center, letting my breast warm each side of his cheeks. He travels further down, tracing my belly with soft kisses. Once he arrives at my hips, he stops and rises to his knees. I watch him fumble at the hemn of it, but I am determined not to help him undress me. I want the sensation of feeling his fingers uncover all of me.

He gets my pajama pants and underwear in one go and suddenly his movements become swift. Fumbling for something in his pocket, his wallet. From his wallet he retrieves the rubber.

"I am not ready for you." I say, slightly disappointed by the fact that he skipped the foreplay. He grunts in return, either way, placing himself in between my legs. I feel his erect flesh against me when his hand goes to unzip and roll down his jeans.

I squinted my eyes when he thrust himself against me. There is slight pain, my body wasn't ready for him. Either way with every stroke It became easier, his dick pumping in and out of me with ease.