Is This How You Date?

Eliana held up a finger and motioned him over to her. "Not even going to dance with me?"

She caressed her breasts, pinching her right nipple to harden it. She even moaned at her touch and stood to attention.

So he was going to play hard to get too? Oh, fun. What fun.

"Don't make me get out the ice, Mal," she said in warning.

Eliana spread her legs for him as he ground against her and played with her breasts. His touch, his breath, his hot kisses, they were all intoxicating. It wasn't long before Eli was complete putty in his hand. She was leaned back against him, making soft pleading whimpers.

"You're making this challenging," she breathed. Her tone fought to remain stable and not sound like she'd have easily given into just about anything he told her to do right then and there.

"I regret my decision. Should have kept you on the couch."

She tried smacking his hand away the moment he went for the piercing. "No! No. none of that."

This wasn't going the way she planned. He had way too much access, and it was pretty clear who was winning in this little situation.

To rectify the issue, Eli tried to turn to face him instead.

Sternly, she said, "hands to yourself. Put them up. Seriously. Up, over the head."

Now she'd have a fuckin' bite mark on her neck. Kinda felt like an ownership mark, but she's the one who gave those, dammit, not the other way around! Her legs felt all noodly, her head was swimming, and she was yearning for him. Her arousal was dripping down her legs she ached for him so much.

Distance. She needed distance to think clear and stay in control. Mistakes were made today.

She'd lay her hands on his chest and try to get him to take a few steps back.

Eliana backed away from him, pointing and breathing hard as she tried not to lose her cool.

"No, totally cool. There will be no seduction from you here, though. You either pounce or you get nothing. Are the rules clear?"

Her cheeks had grown firetruck red.

"I've made my bed," she answered with resolve.

Eliana didn't back off as he came closer, opting instead to stand her ground. She did gulp at his first step, more in anticipation than fear.

She tried to keep her eyes on his, but consistently her attention was taken by his chest or his erection. She didn't try much to hide that she was checking him out, either.