Eli starts to unfasten his belt, and my eyes zoom in on his jeans.
“Gonna make me come, baby?” he asks.
“Oh, yeah,” I breathe. When Eli steps out of his jeans and boxers, I move closer and push him back so he’ll sit on the couch. His erection is rock hard, jutting up from his body.
Climbing onto Eli’s lap, I straddle him. I lean forward, pressing a kiss to his jaw, and as I trail more kisses down his neck, I wrap my fingers around his cock.
“Harder,” he orders, his jaw locking tight.
I tighten my fist around his thick length and start to stroke him slowly, my eyes locked on his face.
Eli’s expression becomes carnal with lust, and my abdomen clenches hard from how hot he looks.
He lifts a hand, and wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck, he pulls my mouth to his. When his tongue thrusts into my mouth, his hips start to rock, pumping his cock into my hand.
Wanting a taste of what’s to come, I pull my hand away from him, and then I grind down on his erection. I start to move my hips, rubbing myself up and down his shaft.
“Oh… fuck,” Eli hisses. “Fuck, baby.” Grabbing hold of my hips, he pushes me down hard on him, his eyes locking on his cock as he strokes against my lace panties. “Christ, I’m gonna come.”
He tries to push me back, but I grab hold of his shoulders, then move my hips faster. “No, I want you to come like this.”
His breaths speed up, his lips parted, and his eyes hooded on me. I watch as his muscles tighten, then he starts to jerk, his hips rocking hard into me. “Fuck, Quinn… Baby.” The words are breathless groans, and then his orgasm hits.
Taking his jaw in my hands, I crush my mouth to his as I continue to rub myself against him, feeling my own orgasm building.
“Eli,” I breathe against his lips.
He pushes his hand between us, and then his fingers work me through the lace until I let out a cry as please rushes through me.
I’m still gasping through the residual spasms rocketing through me when Eli moves to the edge of the couch, reaching for his shirt. He uses the fabric to clean his abdomen, then says, “Lock your legs around me.”
As he gets up, I cling to him like a spider monkey. He carries me to the bedroom and lays me on the bed.
For a moment, he stares down at me, then he reaches for the ribbon around my neck and tugs it loose.
“Arms above your head,” he orders.
I give him a curious look as I do as he said.
Eli takes hold of my wrists, then he ties them together with the ribbon. “Keep your hands there.”
I nod, watching as he reaches for the bedside drawer. He removes a condom, placing the foil packet next to my hands.
My stomach dips and soars, knowing what’s coming.
Finally.
Eli moves down my body, and when he takes hold of the g-string, I lift my hips so he can remove the lace.
I expect him to kiss me or put on the condom, but instead, he opens my legs, kneels between them, and then his eyes find mine, and he just stares at me.
Emotion tightens his features, then he says, “Thank you, Quinn.” He places his hands on my hips, and leaning down, he presses a kiss to the mark the bullet left on my collarbone. “Thank you for saving your virginity for me.” He moves down, pressing a kiss to the scar on my chest. “Thank you for fighting so hard and not leaving me.”
His words make me feel emotional, and my chin begins to quiver as I swallow hard on the tears.
Lifting his head, he places his hands on either side of my head, and then his eyes lock on mine. “Thank you for being mine.”
I nod, unable to say anything back because I know I’ll start crying then.
“I love you,” he whispers, his eyes reflecting his words. “More than my life. More than anything.”
A tear escapes and Eli leans down to capture it with his lips. His breath fans over my cheek and jaw, then he asks, “Are you ready?”
I nod quickly. “I am.”
Eli’s mouth takes mine in a kiss that goes from deep and heartfelt to wild and hot in a matter of seconds.
I’m gasping for air by the time he frees my mouth, showering kisses down on my neck and chest. His muscles ripple beneath his skin as he covers me with his body before sucking my nipple into his mouth through the lace.
His hands settle on my thighs, and then he moves them, pushing the nightgown up until it’s bundled above my breasts.
He presses his chest to mine, then rubs his body down mine as he moves lower. “Fuck, I love the feel of your skin against mine,” he groans. He rains hot kisses down on my breasts and abdomen before burying his face between my legs.