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"Starting out with clothes, ending up naked."
"I like where this is going. Tell me more."
"I'd undress you slowly and kiss the skin that became exposed, dragging my lips across your body and wondering how your skin can possibly be so soft."
"Your hands," I add. "Your hands would have to follow your lips. Because I have imagined how they would feel on my body too many times not to experience it."
"You have?" he asks with a hoarse voice.
I nod against him. "Touching me everywhere."
I've felt him growing hard against me, but now his dick is poking into my thigh. I bite my lip as I move my leg. It jerks and even though I can tell he tries to keep it in, I still hear the groan that escapes him. My pussy begins aching, and my body is begging me to rub against him, to grind just a little. It's an exercise in willpower not to.
"Tell me more."
"Once I had all your clothes off, I'd lay you on the bed and realize you taste just as good as you smell. I wouldn't stop licking you until you'd sighed my name and were pleading with me that you couldn't take anymore."
"Don't count on that."
He gives a chuckle that has my nipples hardening and pussy tightening. "Good to know. Then I'd kiss my way back up your body and let you taste yourself on my tongue."
I don't even know if it's a decision anymore when I move against him then. My thigh hitches higher, and my hips circle until my clit gets an ounce of the satisfaction it needs. Elijah's hand moves lower, to my ass, pushing me harder against him.
"Then my hand would reach down and wrap around you," I tell him, doing as I say, even though it's through his jeans.
He thrusts into my hand, his fingers going to my chin so he can tip my head up. His lips meet mine and then we're both moving. Somehow I'm on top of him, my hand gone from between us so I can grind on his dick through our clothes. One of his hands is on my ass while the other grips the back of my neck, making me give my all to our kiss. His tongue twirls around mine as my hips move faster. I pant into his mouth and am so, so close when a creak sounds outside his bedroom door. We both stop moving, and then we're rushing to get on opposite sides of the bed just as his door opens.
I am sure we look guilty as hell when Louise peeks her head in. My chest is heaving and when I look at Elijah out the corner of my eye, he's trying to pull the bottom of his hoodie down to hide his erection.
"Just wanted to say goodnight," she says. But the gleam in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what she interrupted.
"Goodnight," we both reply, our voices off.
She smiles and closes the door. I slump against the pillow.
"Your grandmother basically just came in and said, 'Tonight will not be the night you make me a great-grandma.'"
Elijah laughs and leans over to kiss me on the cheek. "Only you could have possibly made that moment less awkward."
"It's a gift." I grin. "We have been told to go to sleep, and so we shall."
"Let me get you some sweatpants to change into."
He gets out of bed and goes over to the dresser. Handing me one pair, he keeps the other in his hand and begins to turn around as I reach for the button on my jeans.
"Or you can watch," I suggest.
He stills and turns back to facing me. As I unbutton and unzip my jeans, he brings his hoodie over his head. Then his eyes are solely on me as I drag my pants down my legs. I'm still able to feel the wetness he's caused in my panties as I bend over to take my jeans off of my feet. When I look back at him, he's taking his own pants off and I lick my lips at the sight of his toned thighs, dick still semi-hard in his boxer briefs. And even semi-hard has me rethinking this whole sleeping thing. We both step into the sweatpants. I have to roll them over a few times to make them short enough. Then I'm moving towards the bed as he walks over to turn the lights off.
He walks around the bed in the glow of the movie still playing but being completely unwatched and gets under the covers. We move for each other at the same time, his hand reaching for me as I scoot closer, and then we're right back in the position that started all this. My head on his chest, his arm around me, his heart beating under my cheek. Perfect.
"Any requests for breakfast?" he asks.
"Doesn't really matter as long as I get to wake up laying on you before I eat it."
He kisses the top of my head, and I close my eyes.
