Propped up on her elbow on the hotel bed, she smiles at him. "You aren't about to get a case of modesty are ya,
Bensonhurst?"

Sonny blushes slightly as he slowly removes his shirt. "I know I lost the coin toss, but you could help me undress."

"Naa, I like the view from here, and go slow." She teases. Never in a millions years would she have imagined that
she would be in a fancy hotel room playing truth or dare with Sonny. The game had started off as a joke, but as the
night wore on, things began to heat up. Now, she lays clad only in her bra and panties as he slowly works his finely
tailored pants over his tanned legs and stands before her in only his black satin boxers. He rolls his eyes when she
repeats the same request he made to her just moments earlier. "Turn around slowly and show me what you've
been hidin' under those clothes."

"It was cute when I said it." He mumbles as he slowly turns in a circle, when he has his back to her, he gives her
the slightest shake of his rear end, before tossing her a mischievous grin, dimples in full show. "Like what ya see,
don't ya Babe?"

"I ain't complaining." She admits as he takes a seat on the bed and says slowly.

"So, what will it be, Lois, Truth or Dare?" He cocks his head to the side, taking in her radiant beauty as he thinks
back to what lead them to this hotel room. Ahh, Alexis and Ned's wedding, coupled with Sonny finding out that
Hannah was a fed brought in by Taggert to bring him down. The kids from Bensonhurst were both reeling when
they ran into each other in the PC Hotel's bar. What started out as a drink between friends, slowly worked it's way
up to casual flirting, a dance in the lounge and then a little truth or dare at the private table over dinner. As the
game began to pick up pace and the stakes became higher, Sonny went to the desk and rented them a room, not
caring that they were in a Quartermaine Hotel, let Ned deal with it.

"Truth." She answers.

"Chicken." He retorts as she sticks her tongue out at him. "Okay, who was your first lover?" He asks taking joy
when she blushes slightly.

"My first time or my first lover?" She asks.

"There's a difference?' He asks as she tosses a pillow at him. "Both."

"No, one or the other." She says firmly.

"First time."

"I was sixteen, close your mouth, Bensonhurst and it was with..." She pauses as he raises an eyebrow. "Luis
Mendoza."

He nearly chokes as he looks at her with a shocked expression. "He was YEARS older than you. Oh Lord, MArk
and Louie would have killed him."

"Yeah, okay, so truth or dare, Sonny." She asks as he ponders the statement.

"Dare."

"Chicken." She taunts. "Okay, I dare you to kiss me without laughing."

"You think I'll laugh?" He asks as he slowly takes her face in his hands, his brown eyes locking in the depths of
her bright blue eyes. He wets his lips and slowly turns his head to the side to get a better angle, pressing his lips
against hers, he starts out softly, barely brushing his lips against hers. Slowly he deepens the kiss as his tongue
slips past her lips, delving deep into her hot, wet mouth, he devours her, savoring her sweet taste like he would a
fine wine. He's surprised when he feels her fingers run through his soft, black hair as her tongue slips into his
mouth, savoring him just as slowly and completely as he does her. He gently pushes her down onto the bed until he
is resting on her and continues to kiss her until she pushes him away, saying breathlessly.

"Okay...you win."

He runs his finger tips over her lips, smiling at her broadly he asks. "What do I win?"

"What do you want?" She asks as she feels his hand cup her breast, squeezing it gently.

"To continue the game." He whispers as he sucks gently on her ear lobe. "I believe it's my turn, truth or dare,
Cerullo."

"Dare." She whispers.

"I dare you to remove your panties and bring yourself to orgasm while I watch." He says with a twinkle in his
brown eyes.

"You want me to masturbate for you?" She asks, clearly taken back.

"I want to watch you come, Lois. You can always back out." He reminds her.

"No, I said dare." She says as she slips her fingers under the waist band of her lacy blue panties and pulls them
off, tossing them at Sonny. "Hang on to these for me."

"I might as well keep them, you won't need them tonight." He says as he slips them into his pocket.

"I never would have figured you as a man into wearing women's unmentionables, but whatever floats your boat,
Bensonhurst." She teases as she settles herself on the bed. She parts her legs and takes a deep breath as she
feels his brown eyes boring into her. "You just gonna sit there?"

"You want me to pop popcorn or something?" He asks with a smirk.

"I can't do this with you staring at me." She says as he laughs. "What?"

"Why are you embarrassed? You're beautiful, I can't help it that I can't take my eyes off of you." He says as she
smiles at him. Slowly, she parts the lips to her sex as he sucks in a breath, her finger tip glides over her slit before
rubbing at her tight little clit slowly. She forms a perfect o with her bright red lips as she slips two fingers into her
tight sex as her thumb rubs her clit. In and out, she plunges her fingers into her pussy as Sonny's breathing
quickens along side hers. He can smell her arousal and feel his  cock rising to the occasion. What he wouldn't give
to slip between her thighs and lap at her sex until she is a screaming, shuddering puddle. He hears her gasp as she
bites down on her bottom lip, her blue eyes meet his steely gaze as she whispers his name, ever so softly as she
shudders from her orgasm. "Sonny."

He exhales as she slowly returns to the here and now, still trembling from her release. He reaches out and gently
pushes her raven black hair away from her face as he says with pure admiration. "You are amazing."

"Truth or dare, Bensonhurst?" She asks, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Dare." He answers.

"I dare you to give me fifteen minutes of complete control over your body." She says.

"Fifteen minutes?"

"Of complete control. I have an alarm clock in the room, if you aren't scared." She challenges. Rising from the
bed, she produces the clock and then takes the length of black satin from the robe hanging on the bathroom door.
"I have control, I want you blindfolded."

He takes a deep breath as he feels her slips the satin over his eyes, tying it securely. She pushes him gently back
on the bed and says to him. "Remove your boxers while I go get the clock."

"Forget the clock, take as long as you want." He says as he quickly undresses and waits for her to do with him as
she pleases. Any other woman would have gotten a firm, hell no, at the mention of giving up control, but Lois is
different. He's surprised that not only does he not feel awkward at their sudden intimacy, he feels completely safe
with her. He trusts her. He can feel her easing up onto the bed, her soft body laying ever so close to his. She cups
his cock in her hand, gently grasping at it as she begin to stroke him slowly. As she fondles his organ with one
hand, he feels her long, sharp nails trailing over his chest, not hurting him, but definitely leaving an impression.
JUst as he nears orgasm, he feels her stop and drop his cock, much to his frustration as he growls. "Lois."

"Yes, Bensonhurst?" She says, not able to hide the amusement from her voice as she reaches over to the cart of
goodies and plucks a couple of grapes. She opens his mouth and slips a grape inside, whispering into his ear. "Are
you wanting something?"

Once he has chewed and swallowed the grape, he whispers back. "You know what I want."

"Yes, but good things come to those you wait." She rises from the bed and walks over to the bucket of ice that sits
on the far end of the cart. Plucking an ice cube, she returns to Sonny and without warning, slowly trails the cube
over his chest as he lets out a squeal.

"LOIS!"

"Yes, Sonny?" She cackles as she circles his right nipple with the cube, slowly covering his sensitive flesh with the
cool cube until he is squirming to get away from her touch. She rolls the iced nipple between her finger tips as she
runs the cube over his left nipple, the growl that emerges from his throat brings a smile to her face as she says.
"Now, Tiger, don't tell me you aren't enjoying this." Slowly the cube trails lower until she rubs it over his inner
thighs, every time she gets near his sac, she hears him suck in a breath and brace himself for the invasion. She
chuckles as it finally melts as he breathes a sigh of relief. "Oh, Bensonhurst, don't worry, we have a bucket full of
ice and you said I don't have a time limit."

He reaches up and grabs her hands, pulling her to him, as he uses his free hand to whip the blind fold off. "Game's
over." He says huskily as he pulls her into his arms. "I want you."

"So, take me." She says, taking his face in her hands, she kisses him hungrily as he returns the kiss, hard and
passionate. Laying her on her back, he uses his teeth to unclasp the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts, he
begins to lap and nibble at them, reaching out, he picks up an ice cube and with a broad smile, trails it over her
chest as she arches her back and moans. He is merciless as he covers her ample, creamy white breasts with kisses
from the cube, when it is nearly melted, he takes her right nipple into his mouth as he slips the tiny remaining cube
into her wet mound, biting down on her nipple as the ice makes contact with her clit, she screams out his name as
she bucks beneath him. "SONNY!"

"Yes, Lois?" He cackles before capturing her lips with his own and kissing her ever so lightly as his tongue darts
into her mouth, exploring her slowly as his hands do the same with her curvy body. She is unbelievable, shapely,
beautiful, passionate. He studies her face, watching her reactions as he touches her softly in different areas of her
body, smiling when he discovers the backside of her knees are extremely sensitive as is the very small of her
back. When he brushes over both of these soft areas with his lips, she practically purrs, which pleases him to know
end. He begins to stroke her body, never stopping in any one place for to long, a continuous exploration of her
body that sends her reeling with sensations, her body seems to come alive beneath the fire of his touch.

"Oh God, Sonny." She murmurs as she feels him trail hard little love bites over her calves and then between her
milky white thighs, nothing painful, just delicate pinches that let her know he's taking his time in their love making.
Having had enough of the one sided four play, she rises to her knees and wraps her arms around his neck, their
lips merging together as they begin to kiss and nip at each other's mouths. She delves her tongue between his lip,
the taste of scotch and coffee still fresh in his mouth, never before had scotch tasted so damn good. Her fingers
trail over his chest, her nails leaving their mark as she pushes him down on the bed, ready to take the same sweet
time in exploring every hard inch of him.

As her tongue snakes out and trails down his chest, she grazes over his flesh with her teeth, as he groans and runs
his fingers through her silky raven hair. He watches as she holds his cock in one hand and run's one, beautifully
manicured finger nail gently over it's length, the sensation mixed with the smoldering gaze of her electric blue eyes
nearly bring him to orgasm without her ever placing him in her mouth. No, he can't come this easily, not when he
has her in his bed. As soon as mass of black hair hits his thigh he inhales deeply, he watches as she pushes her
hair away from her face, giving him perfect view of her ruby red lips as they place themselves around his thick
shaft, ever so gently she takes the head of his cock in her mouth and as she begins to slowly work her way down on
him, taking him inch by agonizing inch into her warm, inviting mouth, he slowly begins to let out the breath, his
fingers grab on to the white linen sheets as he steadies himself, she has completely engulfed him and as her fingers
massage his sac, her tongue strokes the underneath of his cock as she allows him to rest against the back of her
throat. He could die right now and know he went as a happy man.

Slowly, ever so slowly she begins to ease him out of her mouth, her blue eyes lock with his brown eyes as she
watches him completely lose himself in the sensation of the pleasure, his eyes half close, he groans as she suckles
on the head of his cock, the tip of her tongue slowly teasing him in a slow circular motion that he soon imitates with
his hips, her fingers continue to stroke and need at his sac, his entire organ is being pleasured and never before as
she seen a man so enjoy the attention she's giving him. Then again, never before has she taken the time to watch a
man in the throws of passion, only when he calls out her name, begging her to pull back does she stop. "Lois,
please..I want to come inside you." He whispers as he tries to return to normal breathing. Once she has released
his cock, he reaches over and pulls a condom from the pocket of his pants. She takes it from him and says.

"Allow me." Ripping it open, she places it over his rock hard shaft and begins to work it over his erection with her
mouth as he helps to ease her down, his fingers stroking her hair gently. Once it's in place, she allows him to roll
her over to her back as he positions himself between her legs, she wraps her legs around him as he takes her
hands in his own, effectively pinning her to the sheets as he eases into her with one, slow, hard stroke that sends
an electric current right through her. His love making is passionate, he captures her mouth with his own, delving
his tongue into her in the same slow, hard rhythm that he fucks her. Their bodies rock together in a comfortable
rhythm, everything fitting as if they their bodies were made just for the other's. Their tongues dart in and out of
each other's mouth, little love bites are exchanged every now and then on their swollen lips as they squeeze each
other's hands. On and on he pounds into her, when she arches her back and comes hard the first time, he rewards
her with faster, deeper strokes that send her mind reeling. He can feel himself nearing his own climax, but he
fights to maintain control, determined to send her over the edge with him.

Pinning her deeper into the bed, her legs clamped around him as if to lock him in place, their lips pressed together,
he begins a hard, fast, steady rhythm that sends them both to a mind boggling climax. He rests inside her, letting
go of her hands, he nuzzles against her neck, every now and then, offering her a soft kiss as she slowly strokes his
back, trailing her nails gently down his back. They lose track of time, neither wanting to break the intimacy, the
sanctuary they find in each other's arms is peaceful and needed. Only when she whispers into his ear, "Is it my
turn to be on top?" he does move, and that's only to reach for a new condom.

Truth Or Dare Part 2 After-hours
"You want to be on top?" Sonny asks with a smile. "I don't know.."

She captures his lips with her own, the kiss tender yet seductive. When
she pulls away, she whispers into his ear. "Truth or dare."

"Dare." He answers with a knowing smile.

"I dare you to sit back and enjoy yourself while I set the pace." Lois
pushes him back on the bed, smiling when she sees he is already hard and
ready for her. She straddles him, pushing his cock deep into her and
holding him there, nestles between her silky walls. Her head spins from
the alcohol and the pure animalistic lust that consumes her. Bending
down, she trails kisses over his chest, her silky black hair gliding
over his smooth skin as she begins to slowly move up and down on his
member.

He positions his hands at her hips, moving her effortlessly up and down
on his cock. He rises from the bed so that he is in a sitting position,
her legs wrap around his waist. He captures her perfectly ample breasts
in his mouth, taking turns with them as he suckles and nibbles on each.
He bites down gently on her nipple when her nails begin to scratch his
back. Those nails, no one has nails like Lois. Pulling away from her
succulent peaks, he brushes his lips gently over her jawline. His brown
eyes take in every flawless feature of her face, from her porcelain skin
to her full red lips, her deep blue eyes, she is perfection personified.

Her hips move from side to side as she bounces slowly up and down on his
rock hard cock. She bites down on her lip and digs her nails deeper into
his back as he begins to pump his hips in time with hers. He pushes his
thick member deep into her wet pussy. His cock glides easily against her
silk lined walls, pushing up against her womb in slow jabs.

Pressing her lips against his, she slowly explores his mouth, savoring
their slow, wet kiss as she feels herself near climax. Quickening her
pace, she rides him fast and hard until he grunts in appreciation, his
mouth nibbling on the most sensitive part of her neck as they come
together. Resting in his arms, she allows her to slowly come down from
the natural high their love making has taken her too. He holds on to her
tightly, his cock still nestles gently between her hot, silky walls. He
feels complete in her arms, if only he could remain this way.

"Truth or dare, Cerullo?" He asks softly, his fingers dancing over the
smooth flesh of her back.

"Truth." She whispers, running her fingers through his soft raven hair.

"Did you ever wonder what it would be like for you and me to be.." He
asks, unable to complete the sentence.

"Drunk and naked togetha? Thought never crossed my mind. I want a
shower, Bensonhurst, you care to join me?" She asks as she slowly eases
herself from his embrace.

"I wash your back, you wash mine?" He asks with a twinkle in his brown
eyes.

"Something like that." He starts the hot jets of water as she wrinkles
her nose at the small bars of hotel soap. "I have some shower gel in my
bag." She informs him as she leaves the spacious bathroom and locates
her suit case. Fishing out the lavender shower gel, a gift from Emily
after she did a Jacks Cosmetics catalog shoot. She finds her purple
shower puff and returns to the bathroom to find him already in the
shower.

He offers her his hand and helps her in. Catching her around the waist,
he nibbles on a sensitive spot just below her ear lobe as the hot water
pools over their bodies. She wets the puff and lathers it complete
before turning to him and saying softly. "It may not be the most
masculine of smells, but your skin will never feel softer." She begins
to carefully wash him, the puff working slowly over every inch of his
tanned firm body.

"You sayin' I got rough skin?" he quips playfully.

"Don't take offense, I've grown rather fond of your skin." Lois replies
as she takes his cock in her hands and slowly massages him. He watches
her, his eyes filled with lust as her fingers work their magic over his
sac and prick. Her touch is electric; it's only a matter of time before
he is hard again. She'll be the death of him before the night is over.
She continues to stroke him, her rhythm slow and easy, comforting even.
When a growl catches at the base of his throat, she reaches up and rolls
one of his nipples between two fingers as she pumps his erection in her
soft hands. The combined sensations nearly bring him to his knees as he
whispers her name before coming. "Lois."

Once he's recovered, and she has finished bathing him, he lathers the
puff and sets to washing her. He glides it over her shoulders, across
her breasts and torso, every inch of her perfect body is lathered and
massaged until she is as limber as jello. His fingers gently work the
knots out of her neck and shoulders, he can't resist stealing a gentle
kiss as he works the puff over her sex, gently cleansing her as she
moans in appreciation. He rinses her clean before sinking to his knees
in the shower. The water beats down on his back, his dark hair falls in
curls over his forehead as he gently parts the lips to her sex and
delves his tongue into her sweet mound. The intimate invasion catches
her by surprise as she reaches up and grabs on to the shower bar to
steady herself.

He is as gentle in his explorations of her pussy as he was with their
first kiss. His thick, rough tongue glides slowly over the soft walls
over her sex. His thumb rubs at her clit as he begins to pump his tongue
in and out of her pussy slowly. A gasp catches in her throat as he
suddenly turns his attention to flicking his tongue over her clit with
such speed and intensity she begins to tremble. His hands cup the firm
globes of her ass, helping her to stay steady on her feet as he
mercilessly brings her to rapture with the lapping of his tongue.
Shuddering, her fingers unclasps the bar and find their way to his hair,
gently tugging on it and brushing through the soft curls as he looks up
at her and grins. "I could stay here all night, Querida."

"Or until the water turns cold." She says with a laugh. He rises to his
feet and wraps his strong arms around her, resting his chin on the top
of her head.

"Thank you." He whispers. "I needed you tonight."

"I needed you too." She admits.