That Thing Between Eli & Gwen

Walking around him and standing in front of his bed, I unclasped it, letting it fall to the ground. “There is nothing wrong with fai—” His lips were on mine before I could finish, his hands on the sides of my face, his tongue in my mouth when I wrapped my arms around his neck. His kiss went from my lips to my chin, and down my neck. His hand cupped my breast, squeezing tightly, and then pulling on my nipple hard, while the other traveled up my skirt to the round of my ass, pulling me to him. Kissing back up my neck and jaw until he was at my ear, he whispered, “I’m not letting you go, Guinevere.”

“I wouldn’t have come down here if I wanted you to,” I reminded him.

“So what do you want?”

“You. You, in every way possible. So why do you still have your jeans on?” I unbuttoned them, pushing them down and reaching inside, grabbing hold of him. “Would you like me to demonstrate?” I didn’t give him room to debate it before kissing the tip of him, then licking over and over again before taking him into my mouth.

“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.