With my free hand, I grabbed him, enjoying how he throbbed in my hand.
Holding on to the wall and to me, Eli grinned as he closed his eyes, lips parting as I stroked the length of him.
He let go of the wall, gripping my hand, his eyes sharp and focused as he stared at me.
“You have me in the palm of your hand, Guinevere.”
I moaned, feeling another of his fingers slip inside me.
“And I can’t have that.”
“Do your worst,” I told him.
He let go of me, raising his hand to my lips and, as I knew he wanted, I licked up slowly. Grabbing my waist, he spun me around.
I braced myself against the wet tiles, feeling him press up against my ass.
He kissed the water on my back up to my shoulder where he bit softly.
Tilting my neck, I welcomed each one of his kisses and love bites, grinding myself against the length of him.
He bit the top of my ear. “You have a way with words, Guinevere, has anyone told you that?”
“No.” My lids felt heavy and when he grabbed one of my breasts, I couldn't help but close my eyes and just give in to him. “Eli.”
“God, I want to fuck you so hard your knees give out right here, right now,” he whispered into my ear, squeezing both of my breasts.
“Eli—”
“Can you feel how hard I am for you? Only you?” To prove his point, he took my hand and made me hold him. “That is because you have to be the sexiest woman I have ever met.”
He is torturing me with words. “Eli, please…” I said when he let my hand go.
“Please what?” He put one hand on my breast, the other moving back between my legs. “Please screw you? No, that’s not what you said last night. Fuck you, right? Fuck you until I scream only your name.”
“You aren’t playing fair.” I bit my own finger when he massaged me slowly.
“Why would I play fair when I can feel how wet you are, how much you enjoy it like this?”
He’s right. Damn it. “Eli, I need—”
“You need what? My head between your legs? You tasted so good on my tongue.” He bit my ear again, his hand working faster.
Between that and his words, I had to clench my legs closed.
“That won’t help you, baby. I feel you. Beg me, I want to hear you beg for me to fuck you the way you need…the way you deserve.”
“Eli, please. I’ll do anything, please, fuck me,” I begged him, almost screaming. “Fuck me hard!”
“As you wish,” he said, grabbing my ass as he, in one powerful thrust, entered me.
My mouth dropped open in the sheer pleasure of it, and I rested against the wall in front of me. “Oh god!” My voice shook with each thrust, deeper and harder into me.
“I like the way you sound when I fuck you like this, Guinevere. Hear yourself?” He kissed my shoulder.
I could barely hear anything, because my ears were ringing.
“God, and I thought you were tight last night,” he moaned behind me and slapped my ass, pinching my nipple.
“Yes! Eli! More, please,” I begged.
“As you wish.” He slapped my ass over and over again as he buried himself deeply inside of me.
“Eli!” I screamed as I came. I couldn’t hold back any more.
Holding my hips, his pace quickened. “Gwen…Guinevere!” he cried out as he came, holding me still in front of him, the shower water now running cold against our hot skin.
“You almost called me Gwen,” I managed to say.
He kissed my back. “You are my Guinevere; Gwen is for everyone else.”
I could live with that.
He moved from behind me, and I realized it had only been only him holding me up. My legs gave out.
“Guinevere!” he called, turning off the shower.
I laughed, trying to cover my mouth. “You really did fuck me 'til my knees went weak. You're amazing.”
He snickered, reaching out of the shower enclosure to grab two towels, one for my hair and the other to wrap around my body when I stood again. Only when I was taken care of did he grab one for himself, tying it around his waist.
“I was watching that,” I said.
He laughed. “Careful, Ms. Poe, or we will never leave this bathroom.” He gave me his hand, helping me out of the shower and back toward his bedroom.
“Are my clothes still in the living room?”
“Over there.” He pointed to the dresser by his closet. He had folded everything nicely. “But your shirt is damaged beyond repair. Have this.”
“Thank you.” I took his shirt. “I’ll head back and bring it with—”
“Don’t go yet,” he said.
“What?”
“It’s only 2 AM. Stay, sleep here for now. I can make breakfast when we wake up in the morning.”
For some reason, I wasn’t sure. “I don’t want to be that girl who never leaves, Eli—”
“I’m the one asking you to stay. Believe me, if I need space, I’ll let you know. But our relationship is more than sex. Or at least, that was my plan before last night,” he confessed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Remember what I told you about Hannah and Sebastian?”