“Guin…Guinevere,” he moaned, grabbing on to my hair.
I took him as deeply as I could into my mouth, my teeth light on his skin before my tongue licked around him. I could feel him throbbing, and I sucked harder and faster, him thrusting forward, fucking my mouth. When I took my mouth off of him, I held on with my hands, stroking slowly as my tongue licked his tip and my lips kissed the side.
“And you say I taste good,” I said before taking him back as deep as I could into my throat. I didn’t want to stop until I made him feel the same way I had.
However, he stopped me, pulling back his erection to stand high and proud. He took my other hand off his stomach, pulling me up to my feet. He ran his thumb over my bottom lip.
“If you think I’m going to let you control me this easily tonight, Ms. Poe, then you are sexy, but also mistaken. So get on your hands and knees.”
I couldn’t stop myself from being excited and did what he asked of me. I could feel his body behind me as he stripped me out of my skirt and underwear. He hovered over me, the heat of him pressed up against my ass, along with his hand, rubbing soft circles.
“You push me too far, Guinevere,” he whispered into my ear, kissing the side of my face. “I was going to take a cold shower—a custom I am now used to because of you, stroking myself because I can’t be inside you…” He kissed my shoulder and gripped my breast. “Then you appear, dripping wet, and strip for me.” He pulled my nipple, rubbing himself against my ass. “And I think to myself, I won’t fuck her tonight. Instead, I will make love to her slowly, softly, and passionately.”
“But then I took you into my mouth—”
When I spoke, I felt his hand slap my ass so hard I gripped the bed and bit down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning in bliss.
“Then I felt your teeth on me, your tongue, enjoying me like I was vanilla ice cream.”
“Aren't you?”
SLAP.
“Ahh!” I moaned, my body starting to shake.
“I told your father I wouldn’t hurt you, your father who is somewhere in this house. But you like your sex with a side of pain, so what can I do? You’ve made a liar out of me, Guinevere.”
SLAP.
I dropped my head, gripping the sheets so tightly.
SLAP.
My mouth watered.
SLAP.
My ass shook, and he purposely pressed himself against me. I could feel how wet I was for him as he rubbed himself back and forth. I bucked against him, hungry for more.
SLAP.
“Eli…”
SLAP.
I wasn’t sure if he was hitting me harder, or if I was just becoming more sensitive—maybe both. All I knew was, I liked it. I liked it too damn much, and the fact that both my parents were home and I was trembling at the hands of Eli was too much for me to bear.
SLAP.
“Harder,” I whispered.
SLAP.
“Harder.”
SLAP.
“Yes.”
SLAP.
ELI! I screamed in my mind as I came. I couldn’t even manage to stay on all fours any more, the front of me collapsing onto the pillows, my ass in the air, too sore to come down.
“The first of the many orgasms you will have tonight.” He kissed it, rubbing circles on it before his tongue traveled between my thighs. I could barely breathe as he licked and sucked on me, my mind going hazy. Whatever fatigue I had felt before vanished when he held on to my thighs. Sitting up onto him I gripped his head below, rubbing myself against his mouth.
He didn’t slow down, determined to make me lose my mind, and I could see myself in the mirror on the wall, not hiding anything from view. I saw the way my breasts bounced as I arched back and rode on his tongue. The longer I looked, the wider the grin became on my face, and when I looked down at him his eyes were closed, his grip tight on my thighs. I loved the fact that he enjoyed it this much, wanting more of me…everything of me.
Gripping my own nipple, I couldn’t stop myself, and I wanted to scream his name to anyone who could hear me.
“Two,” he grinned, wiping the corner of his mouth when I all but collapsed onto the bed next to him.
“Eli…” I wasn’t even sure where I was going with that. My mind was nothing but silly putty at that point.
On top of me, he kissed my lips lightly and moved, laying soft kisses on my neck. I held on to him, almost hugging him as he let me breathe, kissing my chest.
“Eli,” I called again, stronger, and he stopped, looking up to me. The only thing on my mind as his blue-green eyes stared back at me was, I’m in love with you, Eli. I wished more than anything I could say it to him, but saying, “Make love to me,” was the best I could do.
He brushed my hair back from my face and, kissing my forehead, smiled down at me. “As you wish.” He shifted between my legs and slowly slid into me, his hands reaching up to take mine. His head, his lips, his eyes all hovered above mine, and he thrust into me.
It was like neither of us would ever be able to look away.
“You are beautiful,” he said to me.