Changing Everything
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“Don’t fight me on this, Pay. I will get my way,” he assured me, the husky tone of his voice caused another shiver to move up my spine. “Go back to sleep.”
I’d just had my first orgasm caused by someone other than myself, my body was still shaking from the aftereffects, and I was sitting on his lap and knew this had to be killing him. I so did not want to go to sleep.
Gripping his hands tightly, I pressed down on his lap harder and ground my hips against him.
His eyes flew open. “Paisley,” he said in warning, but I didn’t stop.
Releasing my hands, he pushed up the shirt I was wearing even higher and gripped the top of my underwear. With one hard tug, and a shocked cry from me, he tore the material off my body and threw it off the side of the bed.
I couldn’t even be mad. I was incredibly turned on by it and high off the fact that I was about to get what I wanted.
I inhaled sharply when he pressed his fingers inside me, and trembled when he whispered darkly, “I warned you.”
Removing his hand, he gripped my bottom and pressed me onto his lap again, this time helping in my movements. He groaned and buried his head against my neck, and when my hands reached for his boxer briefs again, his fingers gripping my butt spread my cheeks, and one of his fingers pushed against a place no person should ever touch.
“Eli!” I screeched, and sat up, trying to get away from the invasion.
A soft laugh rumbled in his chest, and one of his hands moved back to my clit. “I told you to go to sleep, Pay.”
I arched my back, trying to find more pressure while simultaneously shaking my head. “That’s—no. Just . . . no.”
“Are you sure?” he asked as his other hand gently touched my bottom.
“Y-yes.”
“Lean against my chest again, Paisley.” When I didn’t move from my straightened position, his hand moved from my bottom to press two fingers deep inside me. “Trust me.”
I slowly lowered myself; my eyes were already fluttering shut with how different everything felt in this position. I bit down on my bottom lip and curled my arms around his shoulders as I tried to hold on. It felt like at any second I would be lost—but being lost in Eli didn’t sound like a bad thing.
My breathing turned ragged when I got closer to another orgasm; my mind was so consumed in the feel I didn’t notice Eli switching which fingers were inside me until one was pushing against no-man’s-land again.
I stiffened and wanted to get away from it again, but I was so close, and Eli’s calming voice had me staying where I was.
“Trust me, Pay.”
His finger pushed in slowly as I kept moving against him, and my face tightened against the foreign pressure. “Please,” I whimpered.
But I didn’t know what I was begging for. Please stop. Please don’t stop. Because the pressure was still building—faster now, and I found myself pressing back against him instead of trying to get away from him.
“God, Eli, please.”
Too much. Too much. He was everywhere, and I knew if I let go, it was all going to be too much.
When it felt like I couldn’t take any more of him, the pressure on my clit increased and I came with a sharp cry. It wasn’t like before. It didn’t feel like I was shattering. It felt like I was weightless, floating, nothing until everything came crashing down in a heavy rush that began in my stomach and spread all the way to my fingers and toes.
“Pay?” Eli asked softly a few moments later.
“Hmm?” I managed to force from my chest. My forehead was pressed to his neck, my cheek was against his collarbone, and my body was slumped against his as I waited to come back to earth.
“You okay?”
“That was . . . that . . .” I trailed off, and gave up on trying to explain the experience as well as my discomfort and pleasure with it.
“I need to know if you’re okay,” he prompted. When I just nodded, he chuckled and wrapped his arms tight around me. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“Always,” I muttered.
He held me until my eyes started drifting shut, and when I felt myself being moved, I blinked slowly up at him.
“Where are you going?”
Eli laughed huskily. “I’m gonna take a shower.”
My eyes slid down to his erection, and I sat up on the bed. “Please, let me.”
With a searing kiss, he laid me back down on the bed. “These weeks are about you, I can take care of me.”
“Eli—”
“Sleep, Pay. I love you.”
I watched him walk into the bathroom, and tried to tell myself to get up and go to him, but my eyes were already shutting again by the time I heard the water turn on.
September 22, 2013
Eli
SHUTTING THE FRONT door softly behind me, I took a few steps in the direction of my bedroom and listened for any movement. When there wasn’t any, I turned and walked through my apartment and into my kitchen. Setting down the coffees and breakfast on the island, I sorted everything out before heading back toward my bedroom.
As I cracked open the door, my heart pounded against my chest when I saw Paisley lying on her stomach on my bed, right knee pulled up to the side.
Years of not seeing what was right in front of me . . . and somehow it still felt like I couldn’t believe she was finally mine. Somehow I’d known what she meant to me. I’d known and had just been too stupid.
Crawling onto the bed, I knelt down above her and placed light kisses on the back of her neck, moving around to her cheek.
“Wake up, beautiful girl.”
She squinted up at me for a second before closing her eyes again and trying to burrow under the comforter.
Brushing back her dark hair, wild from sleep, I let my lips trail across her exposed cheekbone and up over her eyebrow. “It’s Sunday morning, I have coffee and breakfast.”
“Sounding better,” she mumbled.
“I’ll give you the first bite?” I offered.
“Gettin’ there.”
“I need you to wake up so I can kiss you. It’s been hours.”
Her lips curved up in a smile. “Poor you.”
Nibbling on her ear, I whispered, “And I have a lot of touching to do.”
Red stained her porcelain cheeks when I leaned back, and her eyes were wide when she turned her head to look up at me. “Do you now?”
Keeping my weight on one arm, I pulled the comforter down enough so I could trail my free hand along her side until I got to where the shirt she was wearing had ridden up to her hips. Paisley pushed her ass up when I moved my hand between her and the bed, and as soon as I had my hands between her legs, she quickly wiggled away from the comforter and me, and jumped off the bed.
“What—”
She darted out of the room and down the hall, and I scrambled off the bed and took off after her. I found her standing in the kitchen taking a long drink from one of the coffee cups, and raised an eyebrow at her as I walked to stand behind her.
“So you run from me now?”
Tilting her head back so it was resting against my chest, she gave me a doe-eyed look. “You promised coffee and breakfast.”
“I did.”
“And then there were some things you wanted to do . . . so coffee and breakfast first.”
I planted my chin on her head when she looked down to unwrap one of the sandwiches. “I didn’t mean for those to be in order,” I grumbled.
I’d just had my first orgasm caused by someone other than myself, my body was still shaking from the aftereffects, and I was sitting on his lap and knew this had to be killing him. I so did not want to go to sleep.
Gripping his hands tightly, I pressed down on his lap harder and ground my hips against him.
His eyes flew open. “Paisley,” he said in warning, but I didn’t stop.
Releasing my hands, he pushed up the shirt I was wearing even higher and gripped the top of my underwear. With one hard tug, and a shocked cry from me, he tore the material off my body and threw it off the side of the bed.
I couldn’t even be mad. I was incredibly turned on by it and high off the fact that I was about to get what I wanted.
I inhaled sharply when he pressed his fingers inside me, and trembled when he whispered darkly, “I warned you.”
Removing his hand, he gripped my bottom and pressed me onto his lap again, this time helping in my movements. He groaned and buried his head against my neck, and when my hands reached for his boxer briefs again, his fingers gripping my butt spread my cheeks, and one of his fingers pushed against a place no person should ever touch.
“Eli!” I screeched, and sat up, trying to get away from the invasion.
A soft laugh rumbled in his chest, and one of his hands moved back to my clit. “I told you to go to sleep, Pay.”
I arched my back, trying to find more pressure while simultaneously shaking my head. “That’s—no. Just . . . no.”
“Are you sure?” he asked as his other hand gently touched my bottom.
“Y-yes.”
“Lean against my chest again, Paisley.” When I didn’t move from my straightened position, his hand moved from my bottom to press two fingers deep inside me. “Trust me.”
I slowly lowered myself; my eyes were already fluttering shut with how different everything felt in this position. I bit down on my bottom lip and curled my arms around his shoulders as I tried to hold on. It felt like at any second I would be lost—but being lost in Eli didn’t sound like a bad thing.
My breathing turned ragged when I got closer to another orgasm; my mind was so consumed in the feel I didn’t notice Eli switching which fingers were inside me until one was pushing against no-man’s-land again.
I stiffened and wanted to get away from it again, but I was so close, and Eli’s calming voice had me staying where I was.
“Trust me, Pay.”
His finger pushed in slowly as I kept moving against him, and my face tightened against the foreign pressure. “Please,” I whimpered.
But I didn’t know what I was begging for. Please stop. Please don’t stop. Because the pressure was still building—faster now, and I found myself pressing back against him instead of trying to get away from him.
“God, Eli, please.”
Too much. Too much. He was everywhere, and I knew if I let go, it was all going to be too much.
When it felt like I couldn’t take any more of him, the pressure on my clit increased and I came with a sharp cry. It wasn’t like before. It didn’t feel like I was shattering. It felt like I was weightless, floating, nothing until everything came crashing down in a heavy rush that began in my stomach and spread all the way to my fingers and toes.
“Pay?” Eli asked softly a few moments later.
“Hmm?” I managed to force from my chest. My forehead was pressed to his neck, my cheek was against his collarbone, and my body was slumped against his as I waited to come back to earth.
“You okay?”
“That was . . . that . . .” I trailed off, and gave up on trying to explain the experience as well as my discomfort and pleasure with it.
“I need to know if you’re okay,” he prompted. When I just nodded, he chuckled and wrapped his arms tight around me. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“Always,” I muttered.
He held me until my eyes started drifting shut, and when I felt myself being moved, I blinked slowly up at him.
“Where are you going?”
Eli laughed huskily. “I’m gonna take a shower.”
My eyes slid down to his erection, and I sat up on the bed. “Please, let me.”
With a searing kiss, he laid me back down on the bed. “These weeks are about you, I can take care of me.”
“Eli—”
“Sleep, Pay. I love you.”
I watched him walk into the bathroom, and tried to tell myself to get up and go to him, but my eyes were already shutting again by the time I heard the water turn on.
September 22, 2013
Eli
SHUTTING THE FRONT door softly behind me, I took a few steps in the direction of my bedroom and listened for any movement. When there wasn’t any, I turned and walked through my apartment and into my kitchen. Setting down the coffees and breakfast on the island, I sorted everything out before heading back toward my bedroom.
As I cracked open the door, my heart pounded against my chest when I saw Paisley lying on her stomach on my bed, right knee pulled up to the side.
Years of not seeing what was right in front of me . . . and somehow it still felt like I couldn’t believe she was finally mine. Somehow I’d known what she meant to me. I’d known and had just been too stupid.
Crawling onto the bed, I knelt down above her and placed light kisses on the back of her neck, moving around to her cheek.
“Wake up, beautiful girl.”
She squinted up at me for a second before closing her eyes again and trying to burrow under the comforter.
Brushing back her dark hair, wild from sleep, I let my lips trail across her exposed cheekbone and up over her eyebrow. “It’s Sunday morning, I have coffee and breakfast.”
“Sounding better,” she mumbled.
“I’ll give you the first bite?” I offered.
“Gettin’ there.”
“I need you to wake up so I can kiss you. It’s been hours.”
Her lips curved up in a smile. “Poor you.”
Nibbling on her ear, I whispered, “And I have a lot of touching to do.”
Red stained her porcelain cheeks when I leaned back, and her eyes were wide when she turned her head to look up at me. “Do you now?”
Keeping my weight on one arm, I pulled the comforter down enough so I could trail my free hand along her side until I got to where the shirt she was wearing had ridden up to her hips. Paisley pushed her ass up when I moved my hand between her and the bed, and as soon as I had my hands between her legs, she quickly wiggled away from the comforter and me, and jumped off the bed.
“What—”
She darted out of the room and down the hall, and I scrambled off the bed and took off after her. I found her standing in the kitchen taking a long drink from one of the coffee cups, and raised an eyebrow at her as I walked to stand behind her.
“So you run from me now?”
Tilting her head back so it was resting against my chest, she gave me a doe-eyed look. “You promised coffee and breakfast.”
“I did.”
“And then there were some things you wanted to do . . . so coffee and breakfast first.”
I planted my chin on her head when she looked down to unwrap one of the sandwiches. “I didn’t mean for those to be in order,” I grumbled.
