luck7

Author's note: Being as this is fictional and is only a story, I feel I should not have to justify myself for the subject matter that is about to be presented. The only reason I am putting a disclaimer on this chapter is for those that it might offend. I am writing this chapter for the sake of fiction. I in no way disrespect AJ and his recovery because I've been affected by the problem within my family. With that out of the way, if you care to continue reading feel free.

AJ lay flat on the bed as Vanessa set up the next shot. She traced the trail of salt around his art laced navel. Her tongue trailed upward reaching the shot glass placed upon his chest. She gripped the shot glass with her teeth as the liquid slid down her throat leaving behind a stinging sensation. She then gripped the lemon sliver from his mouth. She tossed it aside as she met his lips with a liquor induced braveness. Swiftly, he tripped the tiny metal clasps on her back. In one fluid movement, she was on her back and the red satin restraint was gone. His mouth smoothly trailed downward upon the softly powdered scent of her skin. He trailed along the satin trimness of her stomach. His tongue trailed along the matching satin covering the neatly trimmed triangle underneath. Her hips shifted as he drew the material off her body. His lips slowly drifted up her thigh. He mischieviously glanced toward her soft emerald orbs before delving into her deeply moistened anticipation. He pinched the cresting jewel between his teeth giving him that little edge he needed . His tongue flickered between the ripened folds of flesh as his fingers investigated her depths. His tongue expertly darted in and out of her warmth. It was almost too much to take. She grasped at the sheets as her body became overwraught with pleasure. As she drifted back down, she found him hovering over her.
"Now it's my turn,"she brazenly addressed as she took control by forcing him back onto the bed.
She traced around each nipple before trailing. She practically ripped through the imprisoning material before she admired it. Her delicate little hand enveloped his wonderous length as she slowly pumped.

The bulbuous head was aglow as she traced her tongue around it's glimmering shine. She eagerly wrapped her lips around the massive attentiveness and ravenously consumed every glorious inch of him. The motion of his hands forced her fully onto his growing intention as she devoured him with pleasure. Her short dark strands swung with every pump. " Nes, I'm ...Oh God!....Jeez!"he blurted as the warm fluid drained from his body into the confines of her empowering heart shaped lips. As she absorbed the last of his release, she placed herself upon his solidness. Slowly, deeply, she rolled herself upon him grasping the lean, muscular tone of his chest. Her eyes closed, she unconsciously bit her lower lip as she softly moaned. So lost in the rapture of her own pleasure, she was jarred back by his thrust up from under her. He had managed control of the situation and he rolled her back onto the bed.   He repositioned himself as she met a full on attack from him. He was the more sober of the two so it was no surprise that she let him consume her. His thrusts deep and rapid; infiltrating her to the very core. Just when she was sure he couldn't fill her any deeper, he proved her wrong. Her body was governed by his mere touch.    It was just a matter of time before he regulated the button that delegated her pleasure center. She relinquished her control and let it go as she felt him turn himself over to the onslaught of deviance."That was fucking great!" Vanessa exhausted as he rolled off her.
He looked to the mirror on the ceiling and then smiled toward her.   She smiled back.
"You know, you don't have much of an ass but it sure looked great doing me,"she responded.
"You were pretty damn tasty yourself there on top of me,"he returned.

Vanessa grumbled as the bright sunlight beamed into the room and into her eyes.    She lifted her head up off his chest and sat up. She pulled the room into focus. She stretched as yet something else blinded her eyesight. Once she regained her vision, she noted the diamond adorning her left hand ring finger. Panick struck her. She lifted his left hand and noted the gold band wrapped around his finger.
She shook his body as he slowly rose to her aggression."What?"he rumbled.
"What happened last night?"
"Excuse me?"he sat up in the bed with her.
"Look at your hand and then look at mine,"She held his left hand up to his face and then shown him hers.
"What did we do?"
"Well it looks like we got married some time last night."
"Did we uh.... consumate?"
"Do you really have to ask that one?"she raised her brows.
"Next question. What time is it?"
"Seven fifteen. Why?"
"I have to be downstairs in fifteen minutes or the guys are gonna have my ass in a sling."
"What about this marriage thing?"
"Uh, listen. Give me your room number and after all the radio shows and whatever the hell else we have to do before the show today, I'll call you and see what we need to work out."
"That's it?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know but this is a little bit of a crisis don'tcha think?"