That Thing Between Eli and Gwen

I couldn’t take it. At this rate I was going to lose it. Pushing her onto her back, I lifted up her leg, pounding myself into her, her breasts bouncing with each fuck.

“Oh, god,” she cried out, hands on my shoulders. “Eli…fuck yes!”

The more she screamed out, the more I needed to hear it and the faster I went, to the point where the lamp next to the couch fell to the ground and the couch shifted with us, but I didn’t care.

Her body arched up, and I was on my knees, gripping both of her thighs. I could barely see straight. “So good...” It was more than fucking good; her body was driving me toward madness.

“Eli!” she screamed my name, reaching her second orgasm.

Picking her up, her arms wrapped around me, I slammed into her, and she kissed the sides of my face. And, because she was either the cruelest woman I had ever met or the very best, she spoke dirty to me.

“Fuck me hard, Eli,” she moaned, biting my ear. “Don’t let me stop screaming, baby.

"I want more! Fuck me more!” she cried out, her nails running down my back.

She’s killing me.

“God, ever since you kissed me, Eli, I’ve wanted you to fucking take me like this.”

“I will, repeatedly.” I spread her legs wider, enjoying how body her tilted up to the sky and, hugging her to me, I couldn’t hold back any more.

“Ahh!” I came, my eyes closing to keep the room from spinning.

We both stayed there, neither of us moving from each other, her arms around my neck and mine against her waist as we took deep breaths.

When she finally relaxed, she sat atop me, making sure I could see into her eyes.

“Next time, you need to scream my name,” she whispered, kissing my lips softly. “I want to hear you cry out Guinevere when you come.”

I grinned, placing my hand on the side of her face. “You are not at all as innocent as you seem.”

She ran her finger over my lip.

I took it into my mouth, biting it.

“Some people become different when they drink or get high. For me, it’s sex. It’s like something clicks in my head, and I want nothing more than for you to keep going. Thank you, I had forgotten how much I missed this.”

“You are a vixen…my vixen.” I wondered what else I would find out about her.

“Fuck me like that again, and I’ll be anything you want me to be, Dr. Davenport,” she said softly as we kissed again.

Thank God for her.





Chapter Fifteen


What’s Said In Bed





Guinevere


I woke up, and the first thing I noticed was how soft the bed was. I ran my hand over the blue satin sheets and the memories flooded my mind. I could still feel his skin under my fingertips. Sitting up and taking the sheet with me as I did, I heard the shower running. The clock beside me said it was only 1 AM.

I can make my escape now…or I can join him. My heart rate quickened. I knew my answer and let go of the sheet.

I wasn't sure why I was like this. If I went a while without sex, it was like I forgot how great it was, and then when I had it again, it was all I wanted…like a child who had candy for the first time. Odd was the fact that I had only ever had sex with one other man, Sebastian. He had been my first, and I had thought he was good. I’d had nothing to compare him with, but Eli…I now understood why my bedroom wall had shaken like it did.

Everything in the marble bathroom was coated with steam, and yet I could still see the way water dripped down every muscle and toned ab right down to his legs, and how he had cute dimples on his white ass.

“Eli,” I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear me.

He turned, wiping the water from his blue-green eyes and brushing his dark black hair back. His eyes wandered down my naked body, taking it all in and, opening the shower door, he held out a hand for me, using his body to shield me from the hot water until I got used to it. He held me, his hands resting on my ass.

“Did you just get up?” he asked.

I nodded, running my hands up his stomach. “I thought about leaving before you came out.”

“You made a much better choice,” he replied, one of his hands coming up to cup my cheek.

I leaned into it.

“We’ve crossed a bridge, and there’s no going back. I don’t want to. I want what happened last night to happen repeatedly.”

“Which part?” I kissed his chest. “The part where you made me come with your fingers and tongue? Or the part where I rode you…no, it has to be when you flipped me down and fucked me like a whore on your couch.” I kissed his chin. “Whatever part, I’m more than happy to do it again.”

He pushed me up against the wall, his hands on either side of my face. “Keep talking like that, Guinevere, and you won’t be able to walk out of this shower, or my apartment, for that matter.”

I smirked. “You promise?”

His lips crashed down on mine, his hand cupping between my legs, and as I moaned he broke away slowly, his hand never stopping…not that I would let it. I held on to it, rocking right into the palm as he watched me.

“You are sinfully beautiful, Ms. Poe,” he whispered.

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