You were still speaking. Eli didn't know if he could take anymore of you talking about your admirers who begged for a scrape of your attention. He sighed and tried to stop your rambling but looking into your eyes, the memories came back.

It had been hours, but you were still pounding into him like there was no tomorrow. That drunk smirk and half-lidded eyes- it was all too much but still not enough. Your magnificent shaft was a piston, and even if the rhythm was sloppy, it was the most pleasurable thing Eli had ever experienced.

The way your lips felt on his neck, how your hands groped him, your wicked tongue everywhere... The way you whispered into his ear as he rode you... He was starting to understand why everyone wanted a piece of you.

That night had been incredible, but the only incredible thing now is that you didn't remember it. Too drunk to even stand up, Eli should've expected that you wouldn't remember the moans exiting his throat but it still hurt.

He was leaning back against the headboard of the bed and you were on the edge of it. Too far, he thought. But you wouldn't shut up and he didn't have the heart to tell you to. But he felt the urge to ask that one question once again.

"Y'know what happened the other night?" He suddenly asked, as if letting out the heaviest weight on his mind. "Do you remember what happened?"