misfit-clare:
eligolds-worthy:
The boy’s heart beat rapidly beneath his chest, wanting so desperately to get even closer to her, to fill the little space between them, once again scolding himself for the thoughts he couldn’t have right then. He smirked in triumph as her body squirmed in front of him, another boost of confidence surging through him at her pleasing reaction. Eli shivered slightly as her hands moved over his clothed chest, anticipating her next move, basking in the feeling of her wandering touch. His grip on her waist didn’t falter, holding her as if he’d lose her in the next second. Eli felt his face and chest heat up, becoming noticeably flustered at Clare’s ministrations. His lips parted, unresponsive against her own as her hands worked over his chest, his breathing ragged and his lips trembling at the sensation. He kissed her again, this time not daring to pull back, a muffled groan being swallowed by their rough kiss as her hands roamed his upper body. He assumed that their time apart had been what made them so different, so much bolder and full of lust. Although consumed with the desire to hear more of Clare’s soft noises, Eli kept himself in check, his fingertips trailing lightly up and down her clothed side as he attempted to distract himself from the electric feeling of her smaller hands running over his chest.
As Eli’s fingertips ghosted against her clothed side all Clare could think about was what it would feel like to have his fingertips ghosting against her bare skin. Shivering at the dangerous thought she tried hard to push it out of her mind, her own fingertips continuously dancing against the smooth skin of his chest. Their kisses were rough, much rougher than she was used to feeling from him, but in the moment it somehow felt right. Releasing little pants and sighs of pleasure she let her fingernails rake down his chest. Wanting to pull back from their kiss and make sure her action had been okay the younger girl couldn’t find the will to do so, instead pressing her lips against his rougher. Sliding her hand out from underneath his shirt she let her fingertips ghost up his clothed chest again before sliding back around to his neck. Raking her short fingernails down the back of his neck once she quickly entangled her fingers back into his dark locks. Tugging roughly on his hair Clare instinctively closed the small gap of space that had separated their bodies. Pressing their clothed chests tightly against one other she grazed her teeth against his bottom lip once again, aching to release another moan from his plump lips. She could feel her cheeks flush with the familiar rosy red color that both of them were so used to seeing pop up onto her cheeks. Resisting the urge to ask him if her action had been okay she eagerly pressed her lips back against his again hoping the action would help quiet the moans and gasps of his name that were threatening to leave her kiss stained lips at any moment.
Her pants and sharp breaths only made it more and more difficult for Eli to focus on anything, trying desperately to emit any more sounds from her. A strangled groan escaped from his lips as her fingernails moved down his chest, part of him hoping she would just rip the shirt right off of him, but not daring to say so. Eli gasped as she suddenly filled the space between them, and although they were as close as possible, the two of them just seemed to want more and more with every move they made. Eli hadn’t seen much of this side of Clare, kissing him hungrily as if she couldn’t possibly get enough, and just the sight of her acting this way was alluring to him. He sighed shakily as she bit down on his lower lip, his fingertips stopping their soft ministrations and gripping her waist. Eli’s lips parted from hers, trailing over her jawline and to the shell of her ear “Is this okay?” He whispered in a sultry tone, dragging his lips just below her ear and leaving a long, lingering kiss there. Wanting to feel more in control, and without thinking, Eli quickly moved to hover over her, giving her a questioning look as if asking if it was alright. His lips moved back down to the nape of her neck, leaving slow, lustful kisses all along her flushed skin, doing everything in his power to get her to make some sort of noise, say his name or leave him with another throaty moan out of pleasure.
