Once again she caught her breath as he rubbed the ice over her nipple, watching it intently as it peaked diamond-hard.
With a groan he tossed the ice across the room before grabbing her by the waist and pushing her down on the couch. His body covered hers as his mouth grabbed hold of her nipple.
Sparks shot through her body as his tongue teased her through the material, flicking at her hardened bud as his hand paid attention to its twin. Her body was aflame, blood coursing through it like molten lava.
Paul nipped at her peak one more time before looking up to her. Confusion filled Eli, fighting with her desire. She'd thought she could do this without any repercussions, but she wasn't so sure now. She understood none of this.
Paul kept her from asking the question that was on the tip of her tongue with the touch of his lips against hers.
Eli sighed, happy as a child on Christmas morning as all her wishes were answered with that one kiss. Her body felt the kiss all the way to her toes, as heat enveloped her, goose bumps prickling all over her body.
Eli had known she was not only in lust but in love with Paul for at least the last three years. Every time she saw him her heart beat faster and her temperature spiked. There was something about him she found addictive and which created a need in her that she had been unable to quench with any man or toy.
Just with this one kiss, she felt the wait worthwhile. He caressed her lips with his, soothing that need, promising more. His tongue stroked across her lips, and she opened eagerly to allow him in. He slid his tongue across hers, caressing her. She tasted the popcorn and soda they'd been eating while watching the movie. Mixed with his distinctive taste, Eliana felt as though she were consuming ambrosia.
One of his hands wrapped around her neck to tangle in her hair as he kept her head still, her lips against his. Oh hell, there was no way she was moving away from this.
His tongue dueled for supremacy with hers. Darting in and around, tasting every bit of her. The moan that started in her throat grew as his other hand continued to play with her breast, his thumb flicking at her nipple.
With a shock to her system, he quickly pulled away from her, only to continue his kiss down her jawline, to her neck, and her shoulders. Stopping where neck met shoulder he licked and nibbled there, the same spot he had discovered was ticklish when they had wrestled in the past.
She hissed as he as he hit the right spot and shivers ran through her body. His hands stroked her as he moved them quickly over her.
"God, Eli, I have wanted this for so long. I need this, baby."
"What?” Shit, what was he saying? Had he said what she thought he had?
His hands, meanwhile had found the bottom of her camisole and snuck their way under the material before starting their way up her stomach. She inhaled sharply as they continued moving over her body up to her breasts.
It didn't matter that he had just been playing with her breast through the camisole, she needed that skin to skin contact. Thank God she hadn't worn a bra. Who cared what he said, what he meant? All she cared about right now was what he was doing to her body.
He stopped his upward movement just before reaching her breasts. His thumbs stroked the underside of them, feather light touches that wormed their way to her soul. She arched into him, eager for more, and when he grasped her breast, she shot straight to heaven.
Paul kept nibbling at her, sucking at her neck, her shoulders, marking her as he played with her breasts, teasing her nipples harder and harder. He tweaked one between his fingers, pulling it in a sharp tug that had her writhing in desire. Eli's nails dug into his shoulders as he laved her body with attention.
Quickly he moved his head to a breast and took the pert tip into his mouth. The wet heat of his mouth made her gasp again, all breath sucked from her body. And then he started sucking.
Sensations ran from her nipple, shooting into her body, her head exploding as he suckled at her. The sharp bite of his teeth did it, though. Her body arching and twisting, Eli had her first orgasm from nipple contact alone.
"Oh my God!” she screamed, digging her nails deeper into his skin.
She heard him chuckle against her breast as he licked the abused nipple gently. His left hand worked its way down her torso to the waistband of her cotton pants.
Normally when she came to Paul's to watch movies, she wore loose, casual clothes. Something she could sleep in if it warranted, because they had both fallen asleep on the couch more than once. It hadn't even occurred to her to wear anything different tonight, despite the strangeness of the day.
Now she was beginning to doubt if that was a wise choice as he played with the drawstring at her pants. Or maybe it was the wisest choice she could have made.
She felt the tug as he untied the little bow holding her pants tight to her waist. Slowly his hand moved into her pants as his mouth moved to the other breast to drive it as crazy as he had the first.
Eliana was wetter than she had ever been in her life, a fact Paul discovered as his fingertips reached her soaked underwear and he stroked her lips through the material. Eli's hands ran through Paul's hair, her head moving back and forth as he pushed his way into her panties and stroked her nether lips with a finger.
Oh God. He pulled his finger out and she sighed in disappointment. Until he slid his entire hand under the waistband and cupped her core. Immediately, one finger dipped between her lips to graze across her clit. A puff of breath escaped her lips as he pressed down gently but firmly on the bundle of nerves.
Time stood still for Eli as she felt his hand explore her pussy. Fingers spread her lower lips so he could reach her clit and her wet entrance. Her body sucked him in as he slid one finger slowly inside her. Her inner muscles tightened on his digit eagerly.
"Paul.” His name came out shakily.
"Eli,” he responded in kind, blowing her name across her chest. Suddenly, he grasped the bottom of her shirt and tore it over her head. Before she was aware of what he was doing, he managed to tug her pants and underwear off, too. Her shoes and socks she had discarded shortly after arriving.
He leaned over her, gazing at her body. Instinctively she went to cover herself, but he growled as he grabbed her arms and held them to her sides.
"Paul, please."
"No. Dammit, woman. I have waited a lifetime for this. I am going to get my fill."
Before she could get too uncomfortable under his stare, he positioned himself between her legs, head at her core.
She gazed down at him with surprise as he stroked her lips with one finger.
"You are so wet here.” His finger delved into her cleft to cover itself in her moisture. She gasped unable to answer him.
"I never knew you were so responsive before. That you would get so wet after just a little bit of petting.” He smiled up at her almost evilly. “I like it."
With his other hand he separated her lips and gazed down at her, his finger stroking up and down her now wide open vulva. A second and third finger joined the first, stroking her up and down, dancing over her in teasing motions.
She could only lie there and watch him as he played with her. He licked his lips before speaking.
"This is exquisite. You are all wet, plump and rosy, waiting for me. Ready for me.” With his words he slowly inserted a finger into her canal, followed quickly by another. “You are so tight against my fingers. Your walls are pulsating, squeezing me. It makes me wonder how incredible it will be once I get my cock inside of you."
Eli's body contracted at his implication. His promise. He smiled.
"You like that thought, Eli? The thought of my cock inside you, pumping you hard enough to make you scream?"
She had no words. There was nothing to say other than screaming, “Yes! Please! Now, Paul!” and despite how far they had come, she couldn't do it, couldn't say what she had wanted to for years.
He moved his fingers, twisting and turning them, scissoring them. Feelings swamped her body. She closed her eyes, all her attention
centered on him and what he was doing to her.
The touch of his tongue on her vulva snapped her eyes open in an instant. He lapped at her in long, slow licks, his tongue avoiding the top each time.
She whimpered as once again he got close, but stopped. His gaze caught hers and held it as he opened his mouth and came down squarely on her clit and sucked hard.
The top half of her body came off the couch as she yelled out his name.
There was no more slow and gentle at that point, he thrust his fingers into her forcefully, sucking and nibbling at her clit. On and on he went, playing, eating, licking, driving her insane with sensations. Her hands clenched the side and back of the couch as he ate at her core. She tensed as she felt her release come closer, her body still thrumming from his earlier actions. The final explosion sent her body twitching forcefully as she once again screamed his name in completion.
Once her body had calmed down she was aware that Paul had laid his head down on her abdomen, stroking her leg gently as she rode out her aftershocks. After a few moments, he looked up at her again.
"I want you, Eliana. Badly. Please don't refuse me. But if you do, I'll walk away now."
Tears formed in her eyes at the sound of his voice. Husky with need, his desire evident. Would she refuse him at this point? Could he really walk away if she did? Did she want to refuse him?
What if it was just for tonight? Could she live with the consequences?
Her gaze ran over his face. Need, desire, love were all there. She knew he loved her, but did he love her the way she wanted him to?
Regardless, she knew she wanted this. Had wanted it for a long time. Hadn't she just been thinking she would give anything for a night with him? Would she turn down the only chance she might have to make love with the man of her dreams?
She shook her head quickly.
He nodded just as quickly and moved back. “I understand. There's no reason for you—"
"No, Paul.” She reached for him when she realized he had misunderstood her movement. “That wasn't a denial of you. It was me not denying you."
"Are you sure?"
"Definitely."
Words were superfluous after that. He moved up to kiss her once again. Her arms went around him, holding him tight against her as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth imitating the motions soon to come.
He pulled away slowly to stand by her side. His hands went to the button on the top of his jeans and she sat up quickly, placing her hands on his to stop him.
"Let me."
Her breath caught in her throat and her mouth dried as she thought of what she was about to do. She was about to undress the man of her dreams. She still didn't know what had changed. What had made him decide he wanted her tonight? If she were honest with herself, though, she didn't care.
Whatever it was she was grateful for it, and she was going to exploit it as long as she could. She had earned this. Hell, she needed it like she needed the breath in her body.
He moved his hands to her hair, brushing it back from her face with a whisper soft touch. Oh, how she wanted him.
She licked her lips as she slowly unbuttoned the top button of his pants and revealed a bit more of his body. Her mind spun in anticipation. She moved her hands to his hips and hung her head for a moment, trying to get her equilibrium back.
"Eliana? Are you alright?” He cupped the back of her head and made as though to kneel, but she held him where he was.
"I'm fine. Just give me a minute.” Her voice was breathy, barely loud enough to be heard.
"Honey, if this isn't something you want..."
She growled. “Shut up, Paul. I want this. Just give me a minute, okay?"
Using his hips as leverage, Eliana stood up, forcing Paul to take a step back. If this was a one-time deal, she was going to take full advantage of it. With shaking hands she reached for the chest that had tantalized her for years. He sucked in a breath as she touched it gently.
Eliana knew he had undergone laser removal of his chest hair. He had claimed he used to be a walking carpet before he met her and had done it for comfort more than looks, but it didn't matter to her. She would love him even with chest hair, but she had to admit, the smooth, well-defined pecs begged for her examination.
Still shaking, her hand brushed against his hard smooth skin. Sweat droplets covered his body and she knew it wasn't just the heat of the room that had him sweating. It was desire. Desire for her.
She moved closer to him to lick away a drop of sweat running down his chest. His hands tightened in her hair as he groaned her name.
Emboldened, she ran her tongue over the rise of his pec down to his dark brown nipple. Her tongue darted out to tease it as she'd hungered to do for so long now. At his sharp intake of breath, she took his nipple in her mouth and did to him the same thing he had done to her.
Her hands wrapped around his waist, one holding him tight against her, the other squeezing his hard ass. He tasted dark and forbidden. But oh so addicting. His hand crept down her back as he grabbed her ass, and pulled her up to him, rubbing her stomach against his jean-clad erection.
"Eli, please, baby. I need you."
Eliana smiled as she licked his nipple one last time, and slowly kissed and licked her way down his chest, then his stomach, to stop at the open button of his jeans. Her tongue darted down quickly, only to have him pull her up by the shoulders with a shout.
"Eli!"
Giggling, she sat back on the sofa, positioning herself so she was nearly eye level with his jeans and continued unveiling her prize. He wore button fly jeans, so she put one hand inside to get better leverage and the backs of her fingers brushed against his hard shaft.
Oooh commando. Nice.
Each pop of a button made her mouth dryer and her pussy wetter. Liquid was already streaming down her thighs in anticipation of him riding her.
Finally, his pants were open and he was bared to her gaze. She pushed them down further, past his hips, eager to see him in all his glory.
He shook his hips and stepped out of his jeans when they fell to the floor. She couldn't take her eyes off of him.
Oh, she had known he was big. After being friends for so long, she had seen the outline of his erection before when he was excited, but she had never seen it bare, out in the open.
It jutted out from his body, allowing her to see it all as it bounced with his body's motions. It was long, and oh so thick. Unable to help herself she reached out to grasp hold of it. His moan was a distant sound as blood rushed to her ears.
Licking her lips yet again, she moved in to kiss the tip of it, her tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum on the end. She wanted to play with it, needed to, but he had other ideas. Still having hold of her by the shoulders, he pulled her away from him and pushed her back to lie down on the couch.
She never knew how handy the wide chaise section of his couch would be when she helped him pick it out. The rough corduroy rubbed the back of her body, one more sensation to be aware of as he covered her body with his.
She was on the pill, and clean. And she knew he was clean. He made a habit of wearing condoms with every woman he had ever been with and he was tested on a regular basis. She had no worries of catching anything from him, but when he didn't reach for a condom she was surprised.
Before she could say anything, he spread her legs with his and stopped at her entrance. Eliana sucked in her breath waiting for him to slide into her. What is he waiting for, dammit? Eliana raised her hips toward him, wanting him inside her. Now.
She met his gaze and it burned into her very soul. She didn't know what he was trying to tell her with his eyes, but her body responded to the message eagerly.
Slowly he entered her, deliberate in his movements. She felt each centimeter as his cock penetrated, pushing further and deeper into her until he was seated fully.
At that moment she knew why she had needed him for so long. It felt like he had finally come home to her. Tears sprang to her eyes once again
at the feelings. Blinking them away, she wrapped her arms and legs around her lover and urged him to move.
It wouldn't last long enough. She knew that it never could, but she would revel in the feelings as long as possible.
He slowly pulled out to the tip before pushing back in again. His hand brushed the hair from her face as he kissed her lips, cheeks, eyes, over and over. Finally he picked up speed as he moved harder into her, thrusting the way she wanted him to. Needed him to.
Tension in her body built until once again she was ready to explode. He was just as close. His thrusts became faster, sharper as he groaned into her throat, hips pulsing against her.
"Paul!” was all she had time to say as her body flew over the edge of yet another orgasm, her walls milking him as they clenched around him. One final thrust and she felt his seed shoot into her, filling her completely. She had one moment of regret that she was on the pill, and the knowledge filled her that nothing would come of this night.
His whispered, “I love you, Eli,” against her neck brought a lump to her throat as she wished he truly meant it.
* * * *
Eli woke an hour later, cuddled in Paul's arms. They still lay on the couch, him holding her tight against him spoon style.
Oh, God, what had she done? It had been the best night of her life, but the price was too much. Their friendship would never be the same. She had destroyed the best thing going for her.
Slowly trying to move away, she was stopped, held tight by Paul's arm wrapped around her.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The lump in her throat came back, and it took Eliana a minute to be able to answer him. “I was going to get dressed."
"Why would you do that?"
She tried to move again, and had as little luck as she had the first time. “It's getting late, Paul. It's time for me to go home."
"You are home."
Eliana sighed. She loved his house, she always had. Not only had she helped him choose the furniture and decorate, but she had been included in choosing the house itself. It was true, she had always felt at home here but he was wrong. It wasn't her home. It was his.
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