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Eli’s grip on her waist tightened instinctively as her fingertips continued their gentle ministrations across his chest. He parted her lips with his own, his tongue tracing her lips before swiping his tongue across hers, battling for some sort of dominance. His instincts took over, a low growl spilling into their kiss as her teeth grazed over the soft tissue of his lower lip. Before he even had a chance to think about what he was doing, he had already positioned himself beneath her, shuttering noticeably at the feeling of their lower bodies brushing up against each other. “I’m s-sorry. Is this okay?” He breathed out, finally realizing that she was practically straddling him. His hands slid behind her neck, pulling her closer to press his lips eagerly against hers once more, his left hand resuming it’s position at her waist. Eli let out a stuttered breath, basking in the feeling of her hips so close to his, her lips pressed against his and her hands running up and down his chest. His thoughts were interrupted at the sound of a knock on his door, his eyes immediately darting open to meet with Clare’s.
An audible gasp left Clare’s lips at their sudden change of position, the thrill that had shot through her body previously during her brief stint at taking control returned full force again. His quick worded apology made her shake her head back and forth no, her words seeming to fail her at a time when she needed them most. With their lower bodies mere inches apart the younger girl tried to formulate her jumbled thoughts enough to answer, she had a feeling that if she didn’t speak up soon he would jump to the conclusion that he had done something wrong, and all of this would be ripped away from her. “Don’t apologize, Eli. It’s… it’s more than okay,” she breathed out desperately, her body leaning down to meet his bare chest as she got lost in the heated kisses he was providing her. So lost in the heat of the moment it took her a minute to realize that the knock resonating throughout his bedroom was coming from his door. “Eli,” Clare whispered frantically as she moved her body off of his, repositioning herself on the edge of his bed her hands moved to pat down her hair that she could only imagine must have looked disheveled during their earlier activities. As his bedroom door slowly creaked open and revealed more of Bullfrog standing on the opposite side Clare tried to calm down her erratic and out of control heart beat, the fact that they had almost been caught in a rather compromising position made her head feel dizzy. The knowing, and suggestive smile that graced Bullfrog’s lips as his curious eyes darted between his shirtless son and the embarrassed girl in front of him did nothing to relieve her embarrassment. “Hi… um… E-Eli and I we were just.. t-talking?” She stuttered out, her words only making her cheeks darken another shade of red as she cursed herself for speaking up at all. She tried to keep her eyes on neutral territory and away from Eli’s bare chest and Bullfrog. “I-I should go,” she started before reluctantly meeting Eli’s eyes, “Will you… walk me home?”
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I do love him, a lot, but it’s not that simple. Taking a risk like the one you’re describing has consequences and I know that neither of us want to do something that I or we will regret in the morning or at a later date.
It’s definitely disappointing. It would have been nice to spend the holidays with a friendly face and with his parents, but I think that his going away will be good for him, you know? He deserves to get away for a while, but hopefully the break goes by quickly and we can see each other again :)
I’m definitely not ready to let him… do the majority of those things to me yet. This is our second chance at a relationship and I just want to take things slow, and I want to be one hundred percent certain that I’m ready to do something like that beforehand.
That’s not the first time I’ve been told we’re going to explode..
I don’t think he gets upset, at least I hope that he doesn’t. I’m sure that he does however feel frustrated from time to time, he is a teenage boy after all. He’s assured me countless times before however that he respects both my vow and me, and he’s willing to wait for me.
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Eli pouted childishly as she pulled away, already missing the sensation of pure bliss when her lips were against his. He smiled knowingly as she spoke, a soft chuckle following at her lack of words to describe exactly what they had done. His eyes fluttered closed lazily as he felt her lips on his again, suddenly dreading her curfew that he was sure would come sooner than either of the two teenagers wanted. Eli didn’t even attempt to respond, being too lost in the way her eyes gazed into his, a simple gaze between them making sparks, and causing a series of twists and turns to erupt in the older boy’s stomach. His heart pounded furiously as her fingertips ventured down his stomach, unsure for a moment if he was even breathing at all. A muffled groan escaped from his lips at Clare’s gentle ministrations, finding it more difficult than ever to refrain from going farther with her. “It’s more than okay.” He responded breathlessly, pressing his lips against hers again. His hand at the back of her neck began to slowly trail down her side, his fingertips running along the material of her shirt before gripping her waist softly. “Amazing, in fact.” He added, wasting no time, he attached their lips again, kissing her hungrily to distract himself from how alluring her gentle touch was.
Clare smiled victoriously as she listened to the muffled groan that slipped past Eli’s plump lips, it was so rare for him to let go and not hold back any of his noises that when he did she felt proud of herself. The reassurance that she so desperately needed, so desperately craved was given to her with his short affirmation that everything she was doing was okay. Without saying a word the younger girl simply nodded her head yes, more than eager to feel his lips pressed back against hers so passionately. Her wish was met a moment later as his lips dipped down to press against hers hungrily. His hand that had been resting innocently at the back of her neck trailed down her side, his fingertips teasing her porcelain skin through the thin material of her t-shirt. His every move, every kiss, every teasing touch he laid on her body was only making her desire more. She let her own fingertips dance sensually over the smooth planes of his chest before moving to rest on his broad shoulders. Her head tilted to the side of his pillowcase granting them a better lip lock, her teeth grazing over his lower lip gently as she attempted to take control of their situation.
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Eli melted beneath her simple touch, every breath she took or subtle movement sending his heart soaring. He yearned to hear her soft mewls of satisfaction. He wanted so terribly to climb over her and touch the soft skin of her neck that he had grown so familiar to. Eli kept the thoughts to himself, not daring to quite possibly ruin such a perfect moment. Eli sucked in a sharp breath as she arched her back closer to him, their chests pressing together and finally filling the proximity he’d been too worried to fill himself. Eli’s breath stuttered, his heart raced and his hands shook at just how close they were, and the fact that she’d taken the first initiative made it all the more amazing. His lips pulled into a momentary frown as she pulled away from him, quickly disappearing when her teeth began to gently tug on his lower lip. He became worried for a second, that he was in fact with someone else and not Clare, for he’d never seen her become quite this dominant, he’d never seen her take such charge. And he loved every moment of it. “Who are you and what have you done with Clare Edwards?” He breathed huskily into the kiss, pressing his lips against hers before giving her time to answer.
Eli didn’t give Clare anytime to answer his question, but even if he had she knew for a fact that she wouldn’t have been able to answer him right away. His voice which was so husky made her stomach flip flop and her heart beat race erratically, more so than it was already doing. His words played on repeat in her mind like a broken record as she over analyzed his words trying to find the hidden meaning in them. As much as she worried about his question, worried about doing something wrong, or taking things too far she could tell by his subtle body movements that everything she was doing right now was more than okay with him. Disengaging her lips from his the younger girl let out a soft giggle before collapsing back onto his bed. “You’ve almost always been in charge while we do… this, except for that first time when um… I was on top, but I just wanted to try something new,” she replied softly. Placing a lingering kiss on his plump lips she pulled back again, her tone turning more serious as she questioned him, a question that she already knew the answer to. “This is okay though, right?” Much like he had done to her before she didn’t give him any time to respond, instead leaning her upper body back up as she captured his lips in another kiss. Her fingertips which had laid dormant as they rested on his chest once again began to move softly and sensually down his stomach before gliding back up to his chest in a rhythmic manner.
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Eli shuttered against her lips as her fingers tightened their grip on his hair. His hand slid behind her neck, softly tugging on one of her short curls. The way her lips moved so naturally with his, the way she dared to run her hands along his chest sent chills down his spine, a barely audible noise slipping from his lips once he heard her soft moan. It took him a moment to process how dominant her actions were, running her tongue along his bottom lip, causing his breath to hitch in the back of his throat sharply. His lips barely responded for a moment, in shock of her actions. He’d been so used to making the first move, taking things one step farther, and the sudden shift of control was nothing short of surprising, although extremely enjoyable. Eli’s lips responded equally as gentle with her own. Wanting to regain his dominance, his opposing hand slid around her waist, wishing he could pull her as close as possible and never let her go. He parted her lips with his own, his tongue repeating her action from earlier before attaching his lips to hers again. He smirked subtly into the kiss, his hand at her waist pulling her close enough for their chests to be only a few inches from touching, causing his heartbeat to increase suddenly. It thumped beneath his chest, ringing through his ears at their proximity.
The familiar thoughts of doubts and constant second guessing of both herself and her actions crept through the back of her mind. The only thing making those doubts slowly slip away was the way his hand crept down to her waist, pulling her body closer to his. She wasn’t normally one for taking the next step when it came to matters such as these, the idea of being in control during a situation like this was one that always frightened her. But the thrill that ignited her body at her previous ministration only fueled her to try and make the next move again, to try and make him feel as good as he was always able to make her feel. With their chests only inches away from touching and her body yearning to feel his chest pressed up against hers again she arched her back, angling her body away from his bed. A startled gasp left her pink parted lips as their chests collided, the thin material of her t-shirt being the only barrier between feeling the skin on skin contact she so desired to feel. With her heart racing in her chest and her usually organized thoughts running rampant in her mind she struggled to keep her lips moving with his. Every nerve in her body seemed to be standing on edge, as every thought in her head told her to break the kiss and let him know how much his actions were affecting her. Not trusting herself to do either of those things Clare captured his bottom lip in between her teeth and gently tugged on the soft tissue before recapturing his lips.
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