I enter Elliott's bedroom shutting the door behind me, not wanting to wake him up, I tiptoe until I'm standing towering over his figure. He shocks me by opening one of his eyes first, the second one following it.

His butterscotch orbs stare at me and I am knocked off my feet the way he is looking at me like I waltzed from some angelic world just for him.

"Hi," he says, his voice croaky. The light of the dawn peeking through the curtains was the only illumination I got to make out his features.

"When did you wake up?" I ask him, I ignore the complaining undertone my voice carries. I'm annoyed by the nagging in my voice.

"Just now. Why are you complaining?" He questions, chuckling lightly.

"I am not," I deny gullibly, not wanting to let him know that I wanted him to wake up wrapped in my arms. I had thought about slipping back into the bed before he woke, but I had overslept in Rosalie's room.

"Where were you?" He asks me as he is completely alert now.

"After you slept last night, I couldn't sleep so I went to Rosalie's room. We ended up talking about trends and fashion and then about...you." I smile after saying that to him.

He sits up in the bed, and I take a seat next to him.

"Oh really? What about me?" I have his complete attention on my words now. I see his eyes flicker to my lips but he doesn't move closer to me.

"Just the embarrassing stuff, the usual," I tease him, lightly carressing his arm just because I wanted to touch him.

He rolls his eyes, "oh yeah! Very casual," he retorts sarcastically. The way he enunciates those words and the sassy face he makes, has my core contracting. Gosh! He's so attractive when he's being so dramatic. I'm lost in staring at his perfectly plumpy heart shaped lips and just like that I'm dying to feel his tender lips on mine.

I place the back of my hand against his forehead catching him off guard and he looks at me with pure fondness in his eyes.

"You don't seem hot anymore," I point out.

"Ouch. That's bad for my ego," he remarks. My eyes meet his and I can't help but laugh at his cheeky comment.

"I mean you don't have a fever, so I'm saying that," I clarify.

"So you're saying, you don't find me hot?" He asks again, still hell-bent on getting that out of me.

I give him an impassive look to which he raises an eyebrow. He smirks and I know he wants me to tell him that he's hot. 

"You're my boyfriend so, of course, you're hot," I reply and this time it's my time to smirk.

He grins. "Oh! So I'm hot enough to be with a hottie like you?!" 

"Duh. I only get the best," I retort with a smirk.

He laughs and shakes his head as if he can't believe I said that. "You're something else, Char," he grabs my hand and gives it a peck, all this while maintaining eye contact with me. I feel giddy when his lips brush against my hand.

I feel this sudden mountain of emotions hit me at once and something might have changed in my eyes because he catches that. He gives me an expectant, confused, and alert look like he knows something is about to happen.

I quickly turn towards him properly and give him a tight hug. I pull him closer to me. I don't care that I might be squeezing him too hard, I want to keep him close to me. I want to feel him. For now, that's all I want.

"Oh baby, I know," he coos into my ear.

"I know honey, I know," he keeps on repeating it again and again as he wraps his arms around me, tightly packing me only for himself and his…warmth.

I get away from him, feeling restless and motivated at the same time. I can't control my body and emotions now because they're in sync. "Elliot, we have to talk. There's so much I have hidden from you and I can't hold it in me anymore. I need to let it out before I burst." I am not calm.

"Calm down, Char," he says.

"It's been a long time since I've been calm. I'm anything else, but. Talking to you calms me," I say determinedly.

"Okay. Let's take a shower and eat breakfast, then I'm all yours," he places his hand on my cheek and I smile and nod at him but then a thought strikes me. I am not at my house!

"Elliot, I can't shower and brush here?!" I say alarmingly.

He laughs it off, "what rubbish. Of course, you can." He doesn't understand!

"Elliot, I have no clothes and brush," I tell him.

"Yeah I am so poor that I can't lend you an extra brush," he rolls his eyes. I blush at my stupidity.

"Well, and clothes?" I ask him grudgingly.

"I can ask Rosalie," he says.

"Or, I can wear the same ones without-," I say and stop mid-sentence cheekily.

He appears confused for a second but slowly he catches onto it. A smirk covers his lips.

"You would walk in my house, without your undergarments?" He questions me daringly.

I nod.

"You're sure?" He retorts, questioning me about my courage. His smirk widens.

Gosh! I want to slap it off his face.

I still hold my ground.

"Don't test me, Elliot," I mutter seductively and grab his hand and pull on it, as I stand up.

The mood in the air changes and it's no longer playful.

He removes the covers and my eyes flicker to his boxers. Eyes up, Char! Eyes up! Don't look, bad manners!

I look up guiltily at him only to see him smiling. I roll my lips in my mouth preventing that contagious smile to climb on my lips but the more I try to stop it the more my cheeks hurt.

"Like everything you see?" He asks me.

"You just had to! right?" I offer him my sarcasm.

"I live to see that blush on your face. I love it when I'm the one doing that to you," he replies smugly.

"Ass," I reply, still smiling.

"So did you like it?" He asks again.

"For fuck's sake, will you let it go?" I say in fake angst. I'm enjoying this, I just don't want to admit it.

"So, we're taking a shower together?" He asks me as we reach the bathroom door.

"Yes. Do you mind?" Sarcasm laces my tone but there's hidden insecurity behind it that maybe he doesn't want to.

"Nope, baby. Who in their right mind would say no to having a shower with you?" He answers charismatically.

"So I should go around giving chances to all the men to have a shower with me?" I reply to his absurd statement. I wanted a straightforward answer and not a twisted one like he gave me. Ugh!

His eyes darkened at my statement and suddenly I'm pushed against the wall. My back comes in contact with it and his chest is pressed against my chest, squishing my 36c's in between us. Ah!

His breath fans on my face dangerously, so much is the proximity. His deviant eyes and vicious lips start to close on me. He nudges his face in my neck while his hand travels from my waist till it is by the side of my head, grabbing onto a strand of hair that was out of its place. His fingers play with my hair, sometimes graze against my skin, anything to turn me crazy for him while I feel his lips press a kiss against my ear.

"So you were saying you want to shower with other men?" He croons into my ear. Fuck, it's so hot.

A fire ignites inside me and I deliberately want to test his boundaries.

I choose to not answer him, knowing my silence would drive him mad. Indifference is worst.

"Do you imagine somebody else watching you naked as water pours down your body? Would you want somebody else to kiss your wet lips under the shower?" He questions me.

My breathing sharpens as he makes me imagine everything that indirectly he would do to me. His lascivious thoughts make me want to crumble in his arms and fall to my knees begging him to take me here, against the wall.

His hand travels behind my head and pulls on my hair making me look straight at him as he brings his face to look me in the eyes. His eyes are so dark and he looks so so so mad. He looks at me like I have wanted him to look at me since the first time I kissed him. This is my Elliot. This is the passionate man I want.

"Tell me Charlotte, do you imagine somebody else lathering your breasts while he fucks you from behind, making you arch your back? Would he know, how to pull you back at the right angle, the angle at which you like to be fucked? Would he fuck you as I fuck you?! ". He doesn't even try to hide his anger anymore.

I've had enough. I don't want to make him jealous anymore. I have heard what I wanted to wear. He has granted me the declaration that I so badly wanted. It's just our fucked up way. Some would say this isn't healthy, but this is how we understand each other. We have never been the ones who say mushy stuff, we always play with each other's egos. This is how we work.

I place my arms on his shoulders. He watches me carefully.

"Catch me," I say without giving him any time to understand. I jump.

His reflexes are fast. I'm impressed. I wrap my legs around his waist and he pins me against the wall. I am breathless and he is breathtaking.

"If it was possible, I wouldn't even want any man to look at me, baby." His eyes dance alongside mine as I try to calm his anger.

"It's only you, Elliot," I whisper, sealing it once and for all.

"Then why did you do this?" He pleads, much calmer now.

"To make you understand that you are the only one who gets to fuck me, forever." My heart hammers against my chest, I can feel it thumping. He stares at me. I can feel his eyes getting a bit wet and I want to know what is he thinking.

"What happened?" I ask him softly.

He shakes his head, shaking away those tenacious teardrops, "It's just that— wow, okay, you just swept me off my feet. I don't know if you know it or not, that is the most real thing I have heard in my life. Just promise me, Char, even in the times when you would want to forget everything about me, you won't say that this is unreal." He looks into my eyes patiently, his eyes watering.

Right now, when I look at him I can't help but imagine a mirror that was punched again and again till the cracks kept on getting piled up only to one day be completely shattered to pieces. Sadly, you can't put the pieces back and the only way to have a clearer view once again is by replacing it with a new mirror.

"You're like a new mirror," I mutter my thoughts which are in no correlation with what he said.

"Sorry?" He asks. His confusion is expected and very valid.

He puts me down because the moment of attraction is behind now. What is happening right now is much more serious.

I let my hands remain on his shoulders and he takes his position between my legs.

"Elliot, I have no clue what gave you the impression that I would ever want to forget about you but since you talk about this so hear me when I say this—if I wanted to forget you, I would have. You gave me enough reasons to forget you but I chose not to because I chose you. So this is as real as it gets." He exhales a sigh and we stand there in the presence of each other. Our silence comforted each other.

I think what we said to each other, strengthened our bond. This time, he grabs my hand and pulls me along with him. I enter the bathroom behind him and close the door.

He turns the shower on and maintains eye contact with me as he removes his Ramones tee.

I walk closer to him before he can remove his boxers and raise my arms. He presses a kiss on top of my head and pulls the sweatshirt. I turn around to give him the ease of unhooking my bra. His fingers touch me near the hooks but just as he was about to open it he pauses. 

Before I can figure out his cessation, I feel his lips near the back of my shoulder. He places soft kisses all over my shoulders, the nape of my neck, and the other shoulder. He unhooks my bra and grabs it and keeps it on the side with my sweatshirt.

I turn around to face him. He doesn't take his eyes off of mine. I am the first one to break the eye contact as I fall to my knees in front of him.

Ths look on his face is the gift of a lifetime for me. He has an unbelievably look on his face. I feel so proud. I want to make him happy. He deserves it. Today, I want it to be all about him.

I want to wish him good morning today.

He recovers from his shock and a challenging look settles in his eyes. There he is, my egocentric man.

Because how can he modestly accept everything with gratitude, right?! He has to always act like he's above it!

It's not in his nature to accept things easily.

He brushed his fingers along my collarbone, smoothing my long hair behind my shoulder, and exposing the skin.

My hormones were going crazy, thanks to the position that I was kneeling in and the hot conversation that we had. I was in a very dark space right now and I was going to take him along with me.

Shamelessly, throwing my inhibitions to a place of no return, I palmed him over the fabric of his boxers and watched in delight as he hissed not expecting me to go for the kill so soon.

Well, I wanted him. He's been teasing me for so long. It's his turn now.

"Fuck," he places his hands on my cheek. I love it.

I trace around the band of his boxer briefs briefly before I push my hand beneath it. He groaned the moment I wrapped his thick and hard length in my hand. I was ecstatic that I could drive him up the wall like this, that it wasn't only him doing that to me.

He pushes himself into my hand, thrusting all the while profanities left his lips. I looked at him only to find him leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. The image in front of me made me wet!

This is freaky hot!

My fingers wrapped around him, stroking him a few times before stopping altogether. His face appeared bewildered and his eyes were wild as if he couldn't believe I could torture him like that.

Payback for all the times when he would stop moving his fingers inside me when I was near the edge because I hadn't answered a question he had asked!

He recovered soon and smirked while staring at me. He deliberately tried to psych me up by looking at my exposed body. He wanted to feel like he was in control.

"Do you want me to touch you, baby?" I ask him.

"I want you to ruin me." He claimed me with that one sentence.

My fingers dug under the waistband and I tugged it down, freeing him from the constraints. His cock springs forward. I pull the briefs down his thighs and throw them to the floor.

I leave a trail of kisses over his hipbone while my hand touches his thigh. I trace the v of his area until my tongue hovers over his cock. I feel his breathing fasten. I smirk. Good.

I ran the flat of my tongue along the shaft, starting at the base until I reached the tip. I put my lips around his tip as my tongue circles around his shaft and I take him into the confines of my mouth, wanting him there as long as he would want to stay.

His hips buckled forward and the moment he hit the back of my mouth, he growled. I flattened my hands against his hips, holding him tightly in place. I wanted him to have all the pleasure as I bobbed my head up and down, each time doing better than the last.

He growled as I felt him start to thrust into my mouth. I could feel him getting juicier in my mouth.

"Baby, I want—" he tries to say but I add pressure on his taut veins and he curses.

"Hold it, baby. I want to come inside you. Please stop baby," he begs and that's when I stop. Mission accomplished.

I remove my mouth from his cock and lick my lips as I stand in front of him.

Without wasting any moment, he puts his fingers inside my blue silk underwear and tears it. The rip could be heard so loudly, making my eyes widen.

"What the fuck, baby?" My shocked face makes him laugh.

"You said you were going to roam in the house panty-less. I did you a favor," he replies smugly.

I open my mouth to say something but he quietens me by grabbing my pussy dominantly, challenging me to say anything. My mouth forms an O.

His hands wrap around my back, pushing my pussy forwards. He inserts two fingers into my entrance, not giving me time to adjust. The burn is ethereal.

I clench my toes.

His wet cock rubs its wetness along my thigh and I start to move along his fingers and rub his cock in the process.

He takes his fingers out suddenly and gives me a smack above my clit. When he sees that I have a pain kink as my eyes shut close because of the pleasure, he lands four hard smacks on my clit one after the other, warming it and I'm sure making it red to his liking.

I open my eyes to look into his deep butterscotch orbs. He kisses my neck, biting and sucking on it, sure to leave a hickey over there while his hand clasped around my throat not too tightly and not too loose.

"You love pain," he says.

"It's all I've ever known," I reply, honestly. I am in a dark space.

"Pain cuts pain," he answers while continuing his attack on my neck.

"Hmm," I murmur as I relax against his lips.

His fingers find my boobs, caressing them softly. He squeezes one of them, making a mound of it in his hand then he would let it fall freely. He kept on repeating it. When I started to get comfortable with his pace, a smack was given on my poor boob, that too with a flat hand!

"Elliot," I complained but it sounded like a moan.

"Ya, baby?" He chuckles.

"That hurt," I pout.

"That?" He teases me and then twists my left nipple, creating a brief moment of pain.

"I want you to know, the only pain that you are allowed to feel from now on is the kind that I give you when I'm touching you, baby," he commands. When he says things like these, I can no longer guess if it's a request or an order.

He kneads at my breast, squeezing, teasing and hurting them. He would land a smack, then brush his hand on them softly. Then out of nowhere, when I'm least expecting he would twist them and pull them. When he was sure my buds were number, he would let them rest only to repeat the same process.

He's definitely a boob man!

I feel him rub his cock against my lower lips. He spreads his wetness on my clit as he nuzzles his cocks inside my folds, far away from where I want it to be but still so close.

"I want to paint you mine." He talks like he's lost in a moment of his own. I like that this moment is about both of us together and still individual at the same time.

He takes his time. And I don't mind for I would let him do anything to me if he says it like this.

He turns me around roughly and pulls on my hair, making me arch my back. My tortured nipples are cold against the tiles. He turns the shower on and the cold water starts to fall on me, making me shiver. He grabs another movable shower head and puts the pressure head with full speed on my labia.

"Ah! " I try to move my legs away but he traps me.

Why is this so kinky?!

"Move all you want, you can't go anywhere," he whispers hotly. He rubs it against my clit, pushing it deeper into my folds. The water hit my clit with a force and I didn't know how long I could take that. How can he make everything a hundred times sexier?

He aligns his cock with my entrance and I can feel his head press into me.

"Baby, please," I beg him to take me but he doesn't.

"Push your hips out," he commands me.

I obey him in a second.

He drops the shower head. His hand grabs my throat from the front of my chest at the same time his cock enters me. He doesn't go easy this time. When I'm adjusted to his size he thrusts harder.

Because of the need and the immense teasing, I know that we're both not going to last long. He stops for a second, only to turn me to one side. He removes his hand from around my throat and picks up my leg and places it on the back of his neck. 

This new angle gives him deeper penetration. He hits my g spot three times in a row, not missing it at all.

I am a moaning mess and so brutally gone over the edge. I am lost. I don't understand why am I waiting for his command to come but I want to do everything he says.

He spits over my clit and my eyes roll inside my brain at the image of him doing that. I'm far too horny to feel ashamed.

"Elliot." I can't hold it in anymore. I want a release!

"No. Not at all. Hold it," he warns me, thrusting into me harder and deeper.

I can feel his dick inside my pelvis. He kisses my stomach as he thrusts inside me. The contractions inside my pelvis increase and I start to shake. He attacks my clit with his mouth. He kisses my nub and starts to suck it I can't hold myself in place any longer. My shaking body tells him that I can't hold it anymore.

Then moment he bites on my clitoris, he orders,"Come."

He keeps on thrusting as I give into him. After I come down from my high, I feel him still inside me, shooting his load. He pulls his cock out and rubs it on my clitoris, painting me his like he had said before.

"I can never get enough of you,baby. I can still go for another round," he says breathlessly and truly his dick is still erect. Geez!

"But we have to go down for breakfast. Your mom will be coming here to wake you up, so get ready fast. She won't like to know I'm in here with you," I tell him.

He nods his head and grabs the bottle of body wash.

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Author's note
Bluhhh
Hahahaha

I think I need a mind wash after that.
Hiding behind the kitchen counter, peeking at my laptop, reading your comments.

Love, Leena ❤❤
Bye-bye, until next time.