Let Me Go (Owned 2)

Eli raked his hands over my body and down to my jeans. It was only a moment before he ripped those off. I heard him hiss so I looked down to see if anything was wrong, but my head flung back just as quickly when I felt his thumb graze the skin underneath the seam of my cotton bikini.

“Oh…” I moaned, the released breath like a cry for mercy. My head was pressed rigid against the hardwood floor as Eli slowly stroked his finger under the cotton, just barely touching the skin. As quickly as the torture began, it was over. Eli pulled my underwear over my hips but his head stayed between my thighs.

“What are you doing?” I asked nervously, lifting my head to look at him. Eli was looking at me, and I mean really looking at me. He didn’t even lift his eyes to respond to me, just kept his gaze fixated between my thighs. I tried to press my thighs together, but he pushed my legs apart, elbows keeping me propped open.

“Trust me, Bug.” Eli’s voice was low, almost guttural. I’d never heard him sound like that before. It reminded me of a caveman.

“Wait, what—” The question died in my throat when he placed a kiss between my thighs. A kiss there. My eyes flew open, head arching back to greet the ceiling. Never before had I experienced anything like that. His mouth landed gently but firmly on my most secret of places.

I reached a hand down to him, not sure if I was going to push him away or keep him there. In the end, as he started moving his lips, I kept my hand nestled firmly on his skull.

“Oh…kay.” I drew out the syllables of the word, fully seeing stars as Eli kissed me harder.

I arched my back into him and he latched on to me. I didn’t know what he was doing but it was the best feeling in the world. Suddenly his tongue was inside me and I couldn’t think. I couldn’t process feelings. I was moving without thought, my body squirming against the hardwood. I probably looked insane but I didn’t care because Oh. My. God.

His tongue.

A growl escaped Eli and I felt it inside. I writhed against him, a silent scream escaping my lips. I felt his tongue slide out of me and I whimpered in protest.

“Why did you ever leave me, Bug?” Eli gently kissed up my stomach and moved the hair away from my sweaty forehead. “Can’t you see how perfect we are together?”

Knots formed in my stomach at his words, but he didn’t give me time to think about them. Eli grabbed me by the thighs and flipped me over. I reached for something to keep my balance: the couch cushions. I heard the telltale sign of pants being unzipped and craned my neck to see Eli buck-naked.

“Wow,” I gasped, unable to keep quiet. He was magnificent, even more so than I remembered, if that was possible. His legs were like tree trunks, the cocoa muscles roped and coarse. In the middle of his two legs, jutting prominently, was his…it. I blinked, completely mesmerized.

“You ready?” Eli asked, voice hoarse. Was I ready? He looked a lot bigger than I remembered. I wasn’t sure he could fit in me. Still, was I going to say no? No freakin’ way. I chewed on my lip. I hadn’t even bothered to look Eli in the eye when he’d asked me if I was ready. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the mega-python between his legs. The idea of that pushing inside me had me…well, it had me covered in goosebumps.

Eli pressed forward, closing the gap between us. I licked my lips in anticipation. I couldn’t help moving my body toward him; it felt like the most natural thing in the world. He grabbed my ass, palming the skin between his fingers so tight I felt it would leave bruises.

He was close to me now, but still not close enough. I could only barely feel it against my skin, like a butterfly kiss.

“Fuck…” Eli hissed.

“What?” I asked, my voice high in concern. What was wrong? Was I not good enough? I knew it! I knew something would be wrong—

“You’re so goddamn sexy. I don’t know how I’ve gone this long without you, Bug. Are you ready? Please say—”

“Yes!” I practically screamed, but my voice was so low it came out in a weird warble. I didn’t know what Eli was doing to me. I felt drunk.

It got real quiet for a minute. A raw stillness settled over us, like some kind of fog. All I could hear was our breathing, in…and out…and in…and out. Then, when I thought I would go insane with the anticipation, I felt him.

Eli.

At my entrance.

His head threatened to split me in two. My eyes bulged and my mouth parted, but no words came out.

“I got you,” Eli whispered. He leaned over my back so that his chest was pressed against me and started palming my breasts. This time when my mouth opened a small sigh escaped. I was so caught up in the sensation of Eli touching me that I didn’t realize he was pressing farther and farther inside me—that is, until he was nearly halfway in.

I gripped the sofa, choking on my words. “It’s too much!” I felt like he was going to split me in two. The sensation was a dichotomous mix of pleasure and pain. I couldn’t decide if I needed him to keep going or pull out. Eli decided for me.

Eli pulled out slowly, the sensation of him overwhelming, before he thrust into me with a quick, sharp stab. I screamed in pain and ecstasy. While it hurt, it was only for a moment, and then I was in utter heaven. Suddenly I was complete. Eli was inside me, my missing puzzle piece was found.

“More!” I had never been so demanding before, but I couldn’t help it. I needed more. I needed him inside me; I needed him as deep as he could possibly go. I pushed myself back, trying to satisfy the feeling.

“Fuck, Gracie. You’re so tight.” Eli grabbed me by the neck, keeping me in place while he pounded into me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more of the feeling, the pleasure, he reached around and fingered the spot on me that caused me to see sunlight.

“No,” I murmured, my voice hoarse from screaming. “I can’t.” I really couldn’t. I couldn’t take anymore. I was about to pass out. Eli fingered harder. I fell to the ground, unable to keep myself propped up any longer.