Eli hovered over her, an image her unfocused image wouldn't really let her see.
That was an experience her fingers had never given to her. She could still feel her body giving into a light vibration and heat raised to her cheeks when she saw how her release coated his lips down to his chin, under the golden dim light of the room.
"You taste good, Donna."
She didn't have just his words as proof of that, his lips moved against hers immediately after, his tongue gliding into her mouth and dominating it, presenting to her better evidence.
Her hand clenched around his shoulders, the warm taut skin that pressed against her palm making her body hum with pleasure. The fact that she was tasting herself and him at the same time sent electrifying sparks to her brain and did things she couldn't find words to describe to her. She had only just tumbled from the hill of ecstasy yet she could feel her body jolted against his as pleasure built at her core anew.
"You have no idea how many nights I have touched myself to the imagination of you like this, Donna. Thoughts of your taste, your smell." He took in a deep breath, pulling away from her, his breath hot and harsh against her lips, his forehead pressed against hers, as he settled himself in-between her thighs.
Once again, the need to get rid of the obstructing clothing was an irresistible urge, this time, for both of them.
His eyes looked the deepest shade of brown she had ever seen as he pulled away from her and got rid of the fabric barrier with ease.
He was quicker than she would ever be. She was glad he had been the one to do it, she felt too overcome with the buzzing feeling to even move. Maybe because it was her first time, she couldn't tell.
With their garments no longer in the way, he knelt over her, his knees brushing against her hips making her wriggle. Pushing past her shyness, she stared blatantly at him too, letting her eyes roam over his expanse of muscles, his smooth scarless skin and lower,
Lower,
And lower...
She tried to raise on an elbow to see more, to know if she was affecting him as much as he had affected her --- was affecting her, but the touch she felt trailing down her stomach made her throw her head back against the pillow, and suck in a deep breath, she instinctively tried to clench her thighs together but his knee stood in the way, inching them apart instead.
She balled her fists, digging her nails into her palms, before she blinked, when his claw stopped right at her navel.
That must be one of her many scars. She had her mother to "thank" for that.
Wait, was he disgusted?
She had never really paid attention to that, having been so used to the scars that she didn't even recognize them as such anymore, but instead, a normalcy on her skin.
Even while he had painted her, along with her scars, she hadn't noticed it until now.
She studied the thoughtful expression on his face as his gaze passed over her upper body with eyes swirling with lust.
He gulped, sucking in a sharp breath and burying his nose at the crook of her neck, his hand holding her waist tightly, her jasmine scent having the same intoxicating effect on him.
"Ahh. Perfect." He moaned the words into her skin and a sound of pleasure vibrated in her throat, her hold on the sheets tighter, as his scales grazed her neck.
Still on her, while resting his weight on an elbow, he inched her thighs, pulling away to look at her.
"You can stop me anytime."
Stop him?
No way.
Did he know how much of a tease was being right now, running his warm thick length through her slit and pressing it against her throbbing clit, holding it there for a moment before sliding it down to her desperately drenched entrance like they had all the time that would ever exit to get to it.
This excitement was consuming, her toes were curling, the heels of her feet digging against his leg, attempting to curl against him and make this happen already, a desperate plea spiraling at the tip of her tongue.
It was like a new hunger had awakened in her and possessed her without restraint, she could feel herself get even wetter.
Why was he doing this?
She wanted him to be in her already, despite the saying that many women had passed to her that the first time always hurts, she wanted this to happen.
It was Eli, she wanted to be with Eli.
"Tell me what to do. What am I--hmm- supposed to do to you."
He was making her ache with pleasure and she wanted to torture him just the same.
"You are already doing things to me." He said with a grit, his voice giving his torture away.
"Let us do more. Please." She gasped. "Pleaseeeeee, Eli." She cried.
He could see the impatience dancing in her blue orbs. If only she knew that he was drawing on every last ounce of control he had in him to be taking things slow right now, she would understand how hard this was for him.
His need to feed was insane, he could feel it at the back of his throat like fire licking his flesh from the inside. Asides from that, he very much wanted to take the woman he loved, the smell of her arousal for him, an insane driving force, her wetness enticing him. But as much as he wanted to bury himself completely into her, he wanted to be gentle.
This was her first time.
"Please take me, Eli." Her voice was low and feverish. "I want you inside me."
She felt him press further into her and when he stopped, she release the breath she was holding in relief.
Well, that hadn't been painful at all.
She felt a little stretched but that was all to it.
Enthusiastic to get to exploit this pleasure she started moving her hips, but the movement was unrhythmic and inexperienced.
"Stay. Still. Let. Me." He grunted out, like he was holding unto the control of something that threatened to tear through him as he withdraw slightly from her. "Stop me. Anytime."
This time though when he thrust himself into her, she understood why.
Her wet walls stretched around his intruding length, accommodating it, welcoming him, as he went further in depths she never knew anyone could go in her.
Eli's body jerked involuntarily, a slight tremor going through his body.
Euphoria poured into his veins at her warm and wet hold around him.
By Ignas, what was this pleasure?
Belladonna's breath came out in quick pants, she felt stuffed, like there was no space left and the warm pulsating intruder had taken it all. A sharp pain crossed through her. She could stop him, he had said she could but she didn't want to.
The pleasure she was starting to feel was a strange one and she didn't want it to end.
Eli's thrusts were gentle, and soon enough she couldn't feel the pain anymore.
"Faster... Harder... Please..."
No command had he ever eagerly obeyed.
His thrust quickened and soon enough, their bodies moved in a sensuous rhythm, the sound of moist flesh against each other filling the air along with their loud moans, Belladonna saying Eli's name with every incoherent sentence her pleasure-driven brain could get out of her, and Eli, calling her all the beautiful names under the sun.
He tried to taste as much of her flesh as he could, his mouth leaving its mark on every part of her skin, from her lips to her neck, her nipples, and any other place his lips fell upon.
He savoured her, he ravished her.
His Donna tried to do the same, her teeth biting into his flesh every now and then as the pleasure mounted...
...and mounted...
...and mounted...
...till they were slammed into a shattering orgasm together.
Beautiful euphoria.