Is This How You Date?

Eli ground her hips against him when he took hold of her waist. This was an area she was confident in and that knowledge relaxed her.

"Now you're talkin' my language," Eliana smirked, "but I get to be on top this time. Maybe if you're good I'll even give you a little kiss."

She slipped her hands under his shirt and ran them up the length of his torso, stopping when her right palm was placed over his heart.

Something made her fiendish grin soften into something a little more genuine, and her eyes twinkled with laughter. Eliana didn't plan to tell him what it was that had caught her attention this time.

Eliana snapped from whatever it was she seemed to be thinking and leaned down to give him a gentle kiss. She worked to take his shirt off, all the while keeping her hands under the material.

"Lift your arms," she told him, never moving her lips more than a breath from his own.

Assuming he'd done as she asked, she would sit up and pull the shirt over his head.

Her skin rose in goose bumps when his nail dragged along the inner waistband of her shorts.

Eliana was taking things slow in a way that she rarely did with those she deemed experienced. She liked this feeling, though, fevered skin against fevered skin. Heart beats aligned. Warmth and need. It was a fire that hadn't entirely consumed her but instead kept her comfortably warm.

Her hands rested over his as she gently steered them up each side of her waist to help remove her shirt.

Eliana hadn't bothered to wear a bra or underwear, so undressing would be short work. She didn't take either of their pants off yet, savoring the rough sensation of his pants through the thin material of her shorts.

The more his hands roamed her body, traced her collarbone, the tip of his thumb brushing against her neck, the more need her kiss portrayed.

Want was something Eliana had an excess of, but she had never felt like she needed something. That was to say, she had never felt out of control. Never felt like she would die from a no. Become angry, maybe. Die? No. But she felt like that now.

She took Malvoes by the shoulders to pull him up into a sitting position so she could wrap her legs around his torso. Her breath was harsh with desire and her hands (one on his back, the other still exploring his chest) kept to him like he might be taken away.

She'd open her eyes in the kiss. It was weird, mostly because people rarely opened their eyes in a kiss, and it made things intimate in a way that had her stomach curling uncomfortably,

When Malvoes opened his eyes and met hers, all bets were off. He could feel her chest rise and hold air before she relaxed, seemingly coming to some decision.

Eliana broke their kiss and rose on her knees. The hand at his back kept him firm against her body. His face was at level with her breasts; while that was not Eliana's intention when she got to her knees, it wasn't unwelcome.

She freed her hand from his chest and hooked a thumb in the waistband of her shorts and tug them down. She had to wiggle some, having only one hand free. The crotch of her shorts were moist from all their earlier grinding, and her arousal was unmistakable by the dampness between her inner thighs.

She laughed under her breath at how clumsy her hand when working her shorts off.

Eli was instantaneously distracted from her task when Malvoes sucked on her nipple. Was it any surprise that Eli reacted favorably to such a thing? She was, at her core, still a demon of lust.

She bit her lower lip after a drawn out, loud moan of surprise. Her right hand entwined in his hair and yanked his head back so she could meet his eyes.

She almost sounded angry when she said, "help me take off your pants."

She got off of him, laying back on the couch so she could pull her shorts the rest of the way off and fling them toward the tv. She pushed up onto her elbows, which gave her a pretty nice view.