His lips are a whisper over mine, never taking, just taunting.
I want to hurt him. Tell him to leave, to take his hands off me, but even though there might be some satisfaction in seeing him sulk away, I don’t think it outweighs the satisfaction of giving in to his touch.
“You hurt me,” I say quietly.
“And I’ll spend however long it takes to make it up to you.” His lips nip at mine, his hand traveling farther up my ribs until his thumb is stroking the bottom of my breast.
“I have feelings for you, Eli. I don’t want to get hurt even more if I give in.”
“I don’t want to fucking hurt you, ever, Penny.” His nose drags over my cheek and then to my ear. His thumb passes over my nipple, and I arch into his grasp. “I’m so goddamn sorry for everything. Let me show you the kind of man I can be for you,” he whispers.
My hands fall to his chest, then rise to his shoulders. I slip them under the fabric of his dress shirt and slowly move the fabric over his shoulders and down his arms. He assists me in taking it off, only for his hands to return, one just beneath my breast, the other now at the arch of my back.
“Are you going to push me away again?” He shakes his head as his lips glide over my jaw, and his hand moves up over my breast and pulls down the fabric of my nightgown, exposing me.
“No, I can’t. I tried that, and it just made me both miserable and need you even more.”
I slip my hands down his back and under the waistband of his pants. “I’m scared.”
His mouth moves over mine, never kissing, just teasing. “Me too, Penny.”
“I like you, Eli, a lot.”
He pauses and then connects our foreheads as he pushes the nightgown straps over my shoulders and down my arms. “I like you so goddamn much,” he says.
“Don’t hurt me.” Please, please don’t hurt me. I won’t survive it.
“I won’t,” he says. He then slides the rest of my nightgown down my body until it pools at my knees, leaving me completely naked.
Eyes trained on each other, I move my hands to the front of his pants, and I undo them, fumbling with the zipper as it rides against his thick erection. When they’re finally undone, I inch my hand down the front and grip him tightly, causing him to hiss with satisfaction.
“Fuck, Penny.” His nose rubs against mine again, his lips testing mine with the smallest of kisses. When I kiss him back, he loses all self-control and pushes me back on the bed, removing the rest of my nightgown. “Please tell me you want this, you want me,” he says as his hand slowly moves up my stomach, his lips passing over mine.
I pull his cock out past the waistband of the boxers, the tip pressing against his stomach. “I want this, Eli. I wish I didn’t, it would be so much easier, but I want you.”
He peppers kisses down my jaw and over my neck as he says, “This is new to me, Penny. These feelings, they’re so strong, I can’t fucking let you go. But please, help me navigate them.”
He teases my hardened nipple with his fingers.
“I will.” I arch into his hand.
He kisses along my collarbone and then down my chest until he pulls my nipple into his mouth.
“Yes,” I call out, sifting my hands through his hair. “God, Eli, I’ve wanted you for so long. Wanted this.”
He sucks and pulls . . . and nibbles, and when he lifts up, he says, “I’ve dreamed of having my mouth on your body again. Yearned for it. Craved you.”
He moves to my other breast. His hand slides down to the swell of my stomach, where he pauses for a second and then continues down, then pushes my legs open. I let them fall as wide as I can, giving him all the access he wants.
His mouth still on my breast, he glides his fingers down my center.
“Fuck, Penny, you’re so wet.”
“And sensitive,” I say as I feel my orgasm already start to form. “I come fast, Eli.”
“Perfect.” He brings his mouth back up to mine and presses his thumb to my clit. His lips cover mine, swallowing my gasp as his tongue dives into my mouth and tangles with mine.
My hips have a mind of their own as they rotate against his thumb. A pressure immediately builds in my core, causing my limbs to feel weightless. It’s as if they don’t even exist, and the only thing that matters is the way his tongue dances against mine and his thumb massages my clit.
Up and down.
Sliding.
Gliding.
Building the pressure so deep inside me that I’m panting against his mouth.
“Eli, I’m . . . oh God.” I can’t get the words out before I’m coming on his fingers. I moan loudly, gripping his hair until I can’t take the pressure anymore, and move his hand away so I can catch my breath. “Oh my God,” I say as my body melts into the mattress.