Unfolding his arms, he took it, not looking up at me.
“I lied to you and your mother…well, and the world before. When I painted my Whispers of the East, it wasn’t for my grandparents. It was for my brother. I’ve just never told anyone about him, and I didn’t want my parents to be hurt if they ever saw it. The anniversary of his death is Friday, and your mom said your father died a week after that. So, I made a large-scaled one to give to her, and had small copies made and framed for you and Logan.”
Eli
My hands shook as I unwrapped the paper, and when I saw it, I felt like someone was squeezing my heart. The painting was so good it looked like a photo, and she had drawn a picture of Logan and I all grown up alongside my mother and father. We were all laughing at something, and it felt so real, like he had actually lived it along with us.
“Guinevere…” I didn’t even know what to say, so I put the frame down next to the lamp and kissed her. My mind was racing, I felt ten million different things, and the greatest of all was just to be with her…for as long as she would let me.
She shifted onto my lap, and my hands went under her shirt as hers gripped my hair.
“Eli…” She moaned as I kissed down her neck. “I want this with you, but I want you to want it, not just in return for the painting.”
Flipping her onto her back, I stared at her. “I want this for all of that and more, because you make me feel…you make me feel things I can’t describe. If you tell me to stop, I will stop.”
She pulled open my shirt, smiling to herself. “I see all that running does a body good.”
I reached for a condom in my back pocket when she stopped me.
“I’m on the pill,” she replied, and it was music to my ears.
Grinning, I kissed her once more, biting her bottom lip. Returning the favor, I ripped open her shirt, kissing both of her breasts before I trailed my tongue down her stomach, pulling off her jeans and underwear as I went.
“Ahh…” she moaned, reaching up to hold the couch when two of my fingers slid into her. She rocked against me.
“Eli!”
She shivered when I licked her. Her leg on my shoulder, my tongue buried itself in her, tasting, drinking all of her in, my fingers never once stopping.
“Eli…ahh, Eli… I…I—ahh…I can’t,” she said.
Or at least I thought she did, but I wasn’t sure between all of her moaning and her hands pushing on my head, keeping me going.
“Eli!” She came, her body arching up.
Sitting up, I wiped the corner of my mouth, grinning at the sight of her underneath me, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
How could I deny her? Her tongue rolled over mine and I moaned, knowing she could taste herself on my tongue.
With a slight push, she was able to get me onto my back, hopping on top of me. When she did, she took off her bra, dropping it on the ground next to me. Sitting up slightly, I grabbed her breasts and took one into my mouth. She gasped when I bit her nipple.
“Eli…I…I want you,” she said, undoing my pants and reaching for me.
I twitched in her warm hand. When she stroked me so slowly, I lost my train of thought.
“Guinevere,” I gasped, letting go of her breast and thrusting into her hand.
“I want you in me.” She kissed my lips quickly and repeated each word.
Holding her waist, my breathing shallow, I almost came when she lowered herself onto me.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
She was so damn tight, all of her clenching around me. With her hands on my chest, she rode me, her hair falling to the side, mouth partly open, moaning my name over and over again as she did.
I couldn’t take it. At this rate I was going to lose it. Pushing her onto her back, I lifted up her leg, pounding myself into her, her breasts bouncing with each fuck.
“Oh, god,” she cried out, hands on my shoulders. “Eli…fuck yes!”
The more she screamed out, the more I needed to hear it and the faster I went, to the point where the lamp next to the couch fell to the ground and the couch shifted with us, but I didn’t care.
Her body arched up, and I was on my knees, gripping both of her thighs. I could barely see straight. “So good...” It was more than fucking good; her body was driving me toward madness.
“Eli!” she screamed my name, reaching her second orgasm.
Picking her up, her arms wrapped around me, I slammed into her, and she kissed the sides of my face. And, because she was either the cruelest woman I had ever met or the very best, she spoke dirty to me.
“Fuck me hard, Eli,” she moaned, biting my ear. “Don’t let me stop screaming, baby.