misfit-clare:
eligolds-worthy:
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.
“Uh huh… m-more than okay,” she stuttered out in response to his question. She could feel her face heating up to a deep shade of his red as his plump lips left a lingering kiss against the sensitive skin just below her ear. Her petite body squirmed underneath his in pleasure and before she had time to question what was happening next she felt his body hovering gently over hers. His silent look asking if this was okay made her head nod weakly yes against his skull pillowcase. Though it was obvious to her that both of them were in a state of undeniable lust whether it had to do with their not seeing each other or their fight and tearful apologies she found it incredibly sweet how he made sure she was okay before moving on. As his lips worked over the sensitive skin of her neck she bit down hard on her lower lip refusing to give into Eli’s obvious demands and make a sound. Digging her fingernails into the back of his neck she pressed his face against her neck rougher than she had originally intended. “S-sorry it just feels… r-really good,” she stuttered out apologizing quickly. Worrying that she had hurt him she loosened her nails from the back of his neck instead opting to entangle them with his dark locks, something she knew that he thoroughly enjoyed. Tilting her head to the side of his pillowcase and granting him more access to her creamy neck she released her teeth from her lower lip. Feeling her resolve at staying quiet start to crumble Clare couldn’t help the needy sounding pleas that slipped past her bruised lips. ”O-oh, Eli… p-please don’t stop.”
He couldn’t help the nervous smile that spread across his lips at her flushed response, and he took her nod as a sign to continue, carefully examining her expression to be sure he hadn’t done something wrong or pressured her. Although his mind was clouded with thoughts of their current actions, and the way he was able to make her body squirm beneath him, her gentle mewls of pleasure and her out of rhythm breathing, he knew he couldn’t possibly bring himself to take things one step too far, or risk offending her by moving too quickly. His lips moved slowly over her warm, soft skin, trying to drawl out as many possible reactions as he could get. A murmur of his name, something, but as her fingernails began to press into his skin, forcing his lips harder against her neck, he assumed at this point she was quite literally refusing to give him any type of sound. Dismissing her apology, he did as she was obviously requesting of him, his kiss becoming slightly more aggressive at a torturously slow rate. Eli lips parted, breathing harshly against her skin at her pleaded words, desperate to hear more, his lips began trailing down her collar bone, nipping gently at her skin. Releasing a soft moan at the feeling of her fingers through his hair, Eli continued his ministrations, his face turning a bright red at the noise that fell from his lips.
