That innocent touch coupled with the memory of that kiss by the lake has my dick straining in my pants. I had sex with Katie a few times, and it was fine I guess–but Goddamn, every cell in my body is lit up right now, and all it took was Eleanor touching my face.
By some miracle, I manage to get my truck into my driveway and park it without losing my mind. She doesn’t give me time to be a gentleman and open her door before she’s unbuckled and out of her seat, jumping out like she’s worried it might grow arms and trap her there. When I get to her side, she wastes no time, fisting the front of my shirt and yanking me forward, slamming her mouth onto mine again.
I didn’t think it was possible, but the way she’s just as eager for me as I am for her makes me even harder.
We slam through the front door, not breaking the kiss even for a second. Her fingers tug at the hem of my shirtand I rip it over my head, tossing it clear across the room. She pulls back, eyes following her hands as they roam across my shoulders and chest, then down my abs and to the waistband of my jeans. Looking back up at me, eyes on fire, she hooks her forefingers in my belt loops and pulls me back close to her.
Spinning us around, I press her back against the front door, grinding my hips into hers, my hands holding her waist with a bruising grip. She makes the sweetest noise I’ve ever heard, and I can’t help but lean back to look at her in awe.
Her lips are red and swollen, blue irises reduced to a thin band around her wide pupils. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
“Basement or bedroom?” I ask hoarsely, my voice barely recognizable.
Breath hitching, she lets out a barely audible whisper.
“Basement.”
She grabs my hand, half-dragging me wordlessly down the stairs. At the bottom, she turns to face me, her self-assurance faltering for the first time.
I instantly close the gap between us, taking her chin between my forefinger and thumb, tilting her head back and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. It somehow drives me crazier than the fierce kissing from upstairs.
I take my mouth off of hers, brushing my lips against her forehead before folding her into my arms, her head buried in my chest.
“I love you too, Eleanor,” I murmur, chin resting on the top of her head. “More than you could possibly know.”
Stepping out of my grasp, she runs her hands down my arms, grabbing mine as she walks backwards deeper into the room.
I expect her to take us to the couch, but she catches me off guard when she puts both of her hands on my chest, shoving me backwards into the armchair. If I thought I’d never see this chair without thinking of her before, it’s set in stone now as I watch her straddle me, sinking slowly into my lap with her knees gripping either side of my thighs.
“This is feeling a little unfair, darlin’,” I say, gesturing to my shirtless chest. Playing with the lacy hem of her tank top, I growl, “Shirt off, now.” I begin to lift it up, but she swats my hand away and slowly peels it over her head, letting it drop to the floor beside the chair.
My eyes unapologetically rake down her body as she reaches behind her back to unhook her bra. I swallow hard when she lets it fall away, revealing the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve seen a ton of them, but there’s nodoubt in my mind that there’s not a pair in the world that could compare to the ones in front of me right now.
Now it’s my turn to explore her body with my hands, and I take my damn time doing it. I ghost my fingers across her collarbone and down her arms, reveling in the way she shivers under my touch. I slide them back up her sides until they rest on her ribcage, fingers gently stroking the delicate skin just below her breasts. I hear her sharp intake of breath when I finally cup them in my hands, thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks of her nipples.
I move my hands to her hips, but she grabs them and puts them back on her chest, guiding me to knead her tits as she starts moving against me. Settling into a slow, deliberate rhythm, both of us panting heavier and louder as she grinds against the length of my cock through my pants.
Her arms grip my shoulders as she leans down to kiss me, and Idograb her hips this time, bucking mine up to meet her with every pass. As she moans into my mouth, I begin whispering in her ear–“that’s it, baby,” “God you feel good,” “don’t stop.”
If we keep at it like this, I’m gonna come in pants at record speed.
Suddenly overwhelmed with the need to feel her underneath me, I stand abruptly from the chair, hands grippingher thighs as she wraps her legs around me as I walk us over to the couch.
Laying her down gently, I crawl between her legs, hands on either side of her head as I kiss her face, her neck, her collarbones, anywhere I can reach her with my mouth. When she starts trembling beneath me, I carefully tuck her hair behind her ear, moving my hand to grip the back of her neck, grounding her here in this moment.
She arches into me, her perfect breasts pressing against my chest, and I let out a guttural moan as I claim her mouth again. I caress my free hand down her body, pausing to palm her breast, swiping my thumb over her nipple again before sliding my fingers down into the waistband of her shorts.
“Fuck,” I breathe out harshly when I feel how wet she is through her cotton panties.
“Fuck,” I repeat, dragging my finger slowly up her slit through the fabric. “I’ve never felt anything so perfect, Eleanor. You’re perfect.”
“Please, Griffin,” she whimpers. “Please touch me. I need more.”
Don’t have to tell me twice.
Moving her panties to the side, I swipe through her arousal, coating my fingers before slowly dipping one inside.
“God, Griffin, that feels amazing,” she moans, eyes fluttering shut as she swirls her hips, trying to find more friction. When I add a second finger, she moans even louder, hands flying up to grip my shoulders as I begin to slowly work them in and out of her.
