A/N: Be warned. There be heavy lemon ahead. Lots and lots and lots of lemon.
As they tumbled back into the room and onto the bed, their hearts were both racing. Eli pulled Clare on top of him, his hands wandering over the expanse of skin that her skirt presented. Clare, in return, ran her fingers over Eli's hipbones, pushing his shirt up the slightest bit. Their lips were still together, their tongues dueling for dominance, and their breathing laboured.
Eli's hands kept roaming, and one traveled up her side, grazing her breast. She whimpered and ground her hips down into his, trying to elicit the same reaction from him. With his guttural moan, she knew that she'd gotten it. Eli broke away from her and sat up, trying to unbutton his shirt. His hands were shaking with excitement, and she kissed him softly, halting his actions. "Let me" she said, looking at him innocently.
She began her work slowly, kissing the new expanse of skin exposed after each button popped open. Once his shirt was taken care of, he looked at her, his hands resting on her shoulders. She nodded her ascent, and he slowly began to unbutton her shirt, stopping only to un-tuck it from her skirt. Her face was flushed once he'd finished, and the fact that he was staring at her topless form made her shiver. He took in her expansive pale skin, and the stunning white lace of her bra, and he couldn't help the moan that passed his lips.
She moved to cover herself, but he stopped her, grabbing her wrists. "Clare, don't hide yourself from me. You're too beautiful." She blushed deeper, looking away, but he kissed her cheek tenderly. She turned to him, and he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, before swiftly grabbing her around the waist and pulling her underneath him. He began his journey then, pressing soft kisses on her lips and face.
He pressed a soft kiss to one earlobe, before sucking it between his lips and biting softly on it. She moaned, arching her back slightly at the new and pleasurable sensation. He smirked then, tracing the shell of her ear with his tongue, and she shuddered underneath him. He kissed down the side of her face then, reaching her neck, before he bit down again - harder this time. Her moan was louder, and he couldn't help the dark chuckle that passed his lips.
With each bite and kiss that he left on her neck, Clare felt a heat growing stronger in her stomach, and tension wound tighter in her legs and abdomen. As he kissed lower, past her collarbone and reaching her chest, she stopped breathing all together. When he pressed a kiss to her breast, she sighed. He looked up at her, and swiftly moved to capture her lips with his. He pulled her towards him, lifting her off the bedspread, and pulled her to a sitting position.
He broke the kiss, sliding his hands over her shoulders, pushing the straps of her bra down, before sliding one hand over her back and unclasping her bra. She gasped at the sensation of it, before he slid the bra off and threw it to the side, aiming carefully away from the lit candles. She pulled him down with her, kissing him passionately, as his fingers danced over the newly exposed skin. When he took a nipple between his finger and thumb and tweaked it, she groaned into their kiss.
He broke away from her, once again, and traveled down her body in a swift movement. He looked at the pale, exposed flesh, and pressed kisses to her sensitive breasts. He took one rosebud pink nipple into his mouth, lapping tenderly at it, and Clare couldn't help but moan. Eli grazed his teeth against it, and the whimper that passed her lips had his blood racing southward. He moved his attention to the other one, laving as much attention on it as he had with the first. His fingers had moved to take his mouth's place, pulling lightly on the sensitive bud.
Clare was being driven wild by all the sensations, and she couldn't keep herself from moaning and whimpering. Her face was flushed, and she arched up into his touch, winding her fingers through his hair. She felt him smirking, and he released her nipple with a slight pop before moving back to her lips and kissing her soundly. His hand wandered down her body, resting on her hip, while Clare's hands did their own wandering.
When one delicate hand began to toy with his belt, Eli grabbed her wrist and stopped kissing her. He looked at her, and shook his head. She sighed, then pushed him onto his back and straddled him. She reached down, and slowly began to undo his belt. His hands grabbed hers again, and they made eye contact, Clare's gaze challenging Eli's.
"Clare...baby...what are you doing?" She giggled, and pressed a kiss to his lips.
"Can I please touch you?" She tilted her head to the side, and innocence radiated from her gaze. Eli couldn't hold himself back, and he grabbed her and pulled her into a searing kiss, before letting her resume her work on the belt. She slowly undid it, and with shaking hands, she popped the button and unzipped his fly.
He lifted his hips and aided her in pulling down his pants and boxers, and she gasped, turning a bright shade of red. Her dainty hand came to his member, and she wrapped her hand around the base. He hissed, and she immediately let go, holding her hands to herself.
"Did I do something wrong?" she queried. He shook his head, chuckling a little bit, and she took it as a sign to continue. She put her hand back in it's previous place, and slowly began rubbing him, up and down. Eli gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, trying his hardest not to blow then and there. Clare continued her slow pace, and then halted, eyes glinting.
Eli looked at her, and watched as she slowly bent over. He moved his hand to stop her, but she shook her head.
"Let me taste you." she said simply. And with that, he was helpless, as she poked her tongue out and lapped at the head of his cock. He moaned at the sensation, and did all he could to keep himself from fisting his hands in her hair. He instead grabbed at the duvet, trying to hold himself together. She took him slowly into her mouth, and sucked lightly at the tip, slowly pulling him deeper. She bobbed up and down, slowly, and his eyes began to roll back into his head. She wrapped her slender fingers around the base of his cock, and began pumping in time as she continued her ministrations with her mouth. He released his white-knuckled grip on the duvet, and before his hips began to cant up, he pushed her away.
"Did I do something wrong? I thought you were enjoying yourself..."
She looked at him, hurt, but he pulled her towards him, kissing her gently.
"If you kept going, we wouldn't be able to do everything else, baby."
With that, he stood from the bed, and slowly pushed his pants all the way off. He pulled her up to him then, and pulled her skirt from her hips, before it dropped to the ground.
