And I jump him. Obviously. Conversation over. That explanation works for me. This issue is well and truly squashed. Eli helps me to lift higher and wrap my legs around his waist. He never buttoned his jeans, so I have no trouble freeing his throbbing cock and guiding it to my entrance. Even though I’m soaking wet and we’ve done little else but fuck and argue since yesterday, it still takes maneuvering to fit him inside me.
“Ah.” My forehead falls to his shoulder as that now familiar feeling of fullness consumes me. Eli’s large hand tightly grips my hair as he groans loudly into my ear. I love how vocal he is. He is all in this moment with me, and he doesn’t even attempt to keep himself composed.
Moving us to the couch, Eli sits me on the arm of the sofa and pushes me back so that my head is now lower than my hips.What is he doing? If he leans onto me, he’ll break me at this angle.No sooner has this thought formed in my mind than Eli straightens, placing a bruising grip on my hips and slamming into me hard and fast.
“Ah, fuck!”
“Language.” It’s a growl and a command in one.
THRUST
“Ahhh!”
THROTTLE
“Eliiiiii.”
THRUST
His growls have faded into one another so that now he seems more animal than man.
THROTTLE
“Eli, I’m-”
“I know.”
THRUST
“I have”
THROTTLE
“devoted myself”
THRUST
“to knowing everything”
THROTTLE
“about you and this body.”
THRUST
“I already know. Cum for me.”
The command was wholly unnecessary. He knows it, and I know it. My orgasm is electric. My legs are shaking uncontrollably, and my hands are fisted in the fabric of the couch as I cry out.
Eli slams my hips into him two more times, sinking his cock deeper with each nearly violent thrust before finally groaning loudly and pressing hard into me as he comes down from the high.
My breaths are rapid and heavy, and my body is limp. So far, my participation in these sexcapades has been minimal, yet I am fully wrung out each and every time.
“Am I pregnant? I definitely feel pregnant.” My words are breathless, and my chest continues to heave even though all I did was hold on for dear life.
Eli laughs at my, HOPEFULLY, a joke and helps me to my feet.
“We’ll see, Little Devil. We’ll see.”
