Were I drunk? (2)

Drunk Mellisa could murder me and I’d be happy.

“Go back to bed.”

And out of a sudden-

She kissed my neck, her hands roaming up and down my back, her breasts pressing against my chest. My cock was hard, and I instinctively pulled her closer, moaning quietly as her lips grazed my shoulder.

"Uh, Mellisa--" I forced myself to back away. "What are you doing?"

“What I want.”

She bent forward to kiss me on the lips. Before I could react, Mellisa was pulling at my shirt, lifting it up, and then she had her hands on my chest, rubbing my skin.

Without thinking, I let her take my shirt off, murmuring with pleasure while I moaned and held her shoulders, squeezing them hard.

Then her hands slipped down to my waist and slid into my pants. Whoa. I sat back, trying to catch my breath. "Mellisa?"

Her hand was inside my boxers, her fingers fluttering near my cock. She looked at me, her eyes serious, and reached for her coffee cup. "Just a little." She gulped some whiskey, then set it down and reac