That Thing Between Eli & Gwen

“Eli…ahh, Eli… I…I—ahh…I can’t,” she said.

Or at least I thought she did, but I wasn’t sure between all of her moaning and her hands pushing on my head, keeping me going.

“Eli!” She came, her body arching up.

Sitting up, I wiped the corner of my mouth, grinning at the sight of her underneath me, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

How could I deny her? Her tongue rolled over mine and I moaned, knowing she could taste herself on my tongue.

With a slight push, she was able to get me onto my back, hopping on top of me. When she did, she took off her bra, dropping it on the ground next to me. Sitting up slightly, I grabbed her breasts and took one into my mouth. She gasped when I bit her nipple.

“Eli…I…I want you,” she said, undoing my pants and reaching for me.

I twitched in her warm hand. When she stroked me so slowly, I lost my train of thought.

“Guinevere,” I gasped, letting go of her breast and thrusting into her hand.

“I want you in me.” She kissed my lips quickly and repeated each word.

Holding her waist, my breathing shallow, I almost came when she lowered herself onto me.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

She was so damn tight, all of her clenching around me. With her hands on my chest, she rode me, he

r hair falling to the side, mouth partly open, moaning my name over and over again as she did.

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.”