Underneath the Moonlight
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With hands intertwined, Eli and Clare surreptitiously entered her room. Eli shut the door quietly, not bothering to turn on the lights. The moons rays fluttered through the bedroom, bathing the two in a shallow glow.
He pulled her closer, looping his pointer fingers through the belt loops on her jeans. His lips met hers with a fevered intensity. Her tongue swept over his begging for entrance. Clare arched her back, pushing her breasts into Eli's muscular chest. He backed her up against the wall as he tried to shrug his leather jacket off. Clare fingered the edge of his white t-shirt, lifting it up to expose the soft skin belonging to his stomach.
His hands released her curvy body to remove the obstacle blocking the object of her affection. It landed in a pool on the floor. Eli returned to ravaging Clare's lips. She released a low moan as his fingers ran over the lining of the front of her jeans. He popped the button off and slid the zipper down. A high pitched noise emanated from her throat as his calloused digits strode to the waistband of her panties. A trouble making grin appeared on his face. Eli pushed down the vibrant red panties and hip hugging jeans that clung to her skin, to the floor. Clare gasped as Eli ghosted his fingers over her entrance. She pulled his head down in a hungry kiss. A rouge finger plunged inside her.
"Aaaahhhh!" Clare screeched, tearing her mouth away from his.
"Shh. Baby, your parents are right down the hall," Eli smiled against her lips, "Can you stay quiet?"
"Uh-huh." She breathed.
Eli resumed his pursuit of finding her pleasure spot. Clare clung to his shoulders to make sure her knees didn't buckle beneath her. She could feel herself becoming wet between her legs. Her body trembled violently as he found her spot. Clare bit down on her bottom lip to stop any noise that might be produced.
"Does that feel good?" Eli asked hoarsely.
All Clare could do was nod, completely incapable of forming words at the moment. She was seeing stars in front of her eyes. Wanting more, she ground her hips against his hand. Eli's lips moved along her jaw line and down her neck to her collar bone. With his free hand, he reached under her tank top and unlatched her bra. Clare shrugged her dark purple bra and blue tank top off to give him more access to her breasts. Eli's hand slid up her rip cage, coming up to cup her. He pushed closer to her and she could feel how hard he was through his own jeans. She reached a shaky hand to his zipper pulling slowly.
Eli reluctantly removed his hands from her pale skin to assist in the removing of his remaining clothes. Clare sank to her knees, placing her small hands on his length. She kissed the head softly causing a groan from him. She ran her tongue along the hardened piece of flesh. Eli braced himself against the wall while Clare took him in her mouth.
His muscles tensed as he felt himself release. He let the deep breath go that he had been holding. Clare looked up at him from her spot between his legs, her blues eyes questioning if she had done it right. He tugged her up to stand with him. Eli pushed a strand of hair that had fallen from Clare's pony tail behind her ear.
Gently, he guided her over to her bed. Once they were warm and comfortable, Eli ran his fingers up and down her spine which began to lull Clare to sleep.
"Clare. I love you." He whispered.
"Mmm I love you too Eli." Came her mumbled answer.
Eli closed his eyes. A smile plastered on his face.