Changing Everything (Forgiving Lies #2.5)(46)

My lips trembled along with my body, and I arched my chest against him. I was aching to have him touch me.

“You tortured me by making me watch you touch yourself for almost two hours, but you want me to be in control of this, don’t you? Just like when you asked me to spank you, Pay. You asked for it, but when it came down to it you asked me to stop, and what happened next?”

“Uh,” I forced out between my heavy breaths.

“I stayed in control, and I did it again, and again; and soon you were moaning and begging for it, and coming harder than you have before.”

I whimpered and writhed beneath him when the tips of his fingers trailed down my stomach, stopping just above where I was craving him.

“Let me control this, let me be the one to know exactly what you need. Because while I know you like trying to take control, Paisley, I know you love that I never give it to you.”

I nodded, and my next moan was quickly cut off when his mouth slammed down onto mine. His tongue moved against my own in perfect rhythm with his fingers inside me. The unsatisfied ache from the car ride flared as I approached my climax, but I wanted more. I wanted all of him.

“Please,” I whimpered when Eli bent to pull one of my nipples into his mouth.

Grabbing the band of his boxer briefs, I pushed down and ignored the warning bite that only made me want this more. Using my feet, I moved the material down his legs, and gripped his erection in my hand.

“Give me you,” I pleaded.

“There’s my girl,” he growled in approval, and released me to slide my body up to the middle of the bed.

Crawling between my legs, he bent to capture my lips again as he slowly ran his hand down my left leg to wrap it around his waist, before doing the same with the right. Reaching his hand between us, he rubbed his fingers against my clit as he pressed his cock against my lips, letting it slowly slide against me, teasing me. If this was how he was going to tease me, I regretted teasing him in the car. He was so close, and I was so close to being his, that I was ready to cry out in frustration because it still wasn’t close enough.

I was about to beg again when he rolled his fingers against me, and a body-numbing heat exploded inside me. My moan turned into a shocked gasp laced with pain when Eli suddenly pushed inside me, and filled me over and over again as my orgasm continued. I’d wanted more of him, but I hadn’t been prepared for this. My fingers dug into his back, and my legs tightened against his waist as I stretched around him.

Leaning on an elbow, he cupped my cheek in one of his hands as his eyes held mine, and his pace quickened. My lips parted and shook when he went even deeper, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

Eli kissed my trembling lips, and didn’t move away to whisper, “I love you.” Minutes later his body stilled for long seconds above mine, then began vibrating. “Mine,” he breathed.

I looked up at his bright smile and leaned up to kiss him again. “Always.”





Chapter Thirteen

October 5, 2013

Eli



I WOKE TO the sound of waves breaking against the pillars, light filtering in through the windows, and Paisley lying across my chest the next day. This was my heaven, and I wanted it every morning for the rest of my life.

Glancing at the clock on the far wall, I smiled and stretched when I read the time. Almost one in the afternoon. We’d passed out sometime around five this morning, and I’d been convinced I wouldn’t wake up for a day. I teased Paisley about the things she liked and for being insatiable, but, honestly, she’d brought something out in me that I hadn’t known was there. I couldn’t get enough of her, I was always ready for more, and was ready to push the boundaries to see how far she would let us go . . . only to push them a little further.

It’d never been like this before, but more than that, there’d never been the connection that I have with her.

Kissing the top of her head, I slipped out from underneath her and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. I waited for the room to steam up before I stepped under the spray, and welcomed the hot water that pelted down on my tense and aching body as I cleaned up.

I turned when the glass door opened, and a smile tugged at my lips when a barely awake Paisley stepped into the shower with me. She sagged against my chest, and wrapped her arms loosely around my waist so she could just hang there. Turning us so I blocked the water from hitting her, I stood there holding her with one arm, and ran my other hand through her long hair and down her back.

“Morning, beautiful.”

She tilted her head up so that her chin was resting on my chest, and smiled tenderly at me; her dark eyes had a dreamlike look to them.

“How do you feel?” I asked cautiously, and my body tightened in response when she grimaced.

“I hurt.” Paisley slowly moved her body, as if testing out each place, but never removed her arms from my waist.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, and pressed my hand against her cheek.

I grew painfully hard against her stomach as images from last night flooded my mind. I’d pushed the boundaries, she’d kept begging, and I’d pushed harder. I knew she’d be sore this morning, but I hadn’t stopped.

Like I’d told her last night. She was my siren. It was almost impossible to tell her no when she asked for something.

“Don’t be sorry,” she said so softly I almost didn’t hear her above the water from the shower. She bit down on her too-full bottom lip, and brought her hand between our bodies to run her fingers slowly over my cock. “What do you want, Eli?” The want in her eyes and the hint in her question were impossible to miss, but I pulled back from her hand and kissed her soundly.