Page 32 of Changing Everything (Forgiving Lies 2.50)

I hadn’t meant that by more. I’d meant I wanted more of his teasing, more of his fingers and palm moving against me . . . but, oh God, when he began moving them in and out of me, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

My stomach tightened and my body warmed as I rocked against his hand, and soon the tightening got to be too much, but even as I stopped moving and my body became as tight as a bow, Eli’s hand continued the sweetest agony I’d ever endured. I tried to say his name, but my breath was caught in my throat and my blood felt like it was on fire.

Pressing the heel of his palm against my clit, he tightened his grip on my hip at the same time, and it felt like everything in me shattered. No sound left me as my body shook against the rush of adrenaline, but my mouth remained open as I desperately tried to pull in air.

Eli’s movements slowed, and my body jerked when he ran his fingers over my clit as he removed his hand. “Happy Sunday,” he murmured against my neck, then placed a kiss there.

His hands wrapped around my thighs to pull me closer onto his lap, and I whimpered when his thick erection pressed against me. Releasing the lock I had on his hair, I sat back and began trailing my fingers down his chest. And even though everything was too sensitive, I couldn’t stop myself from rocking against him, and wishing there wasn’t any material between us.

“No, Pay.” He stopped my hands when they reached his stomach, and pulled them to our sides.

“What? Why?”

His eyes—darkened from the room—held mine, and the heat was clear there. I didn’t have to be sitting on his lap to know what he wanted. “I told you these next two weeks were about you.”

“But, Eli—”

“Don’t fight me on this,

Pay. I will get my way,” he assured me, the husky tone of his voice caused another shiver to move up my spine. “Go back to sleep.”

I’d just had my first orgasm caused by someone other than myself, my body was still shaking from the aftereffects, and I was sitting on his lap and knew this had to be killing him. I so did not want to go to sleep.

Gripping his hands tightly, I pressed down on his lap harder and ground my hips against him.

His eyes flew open. “Paisley,” he said in warning, but I didn’t stop.

Releasing my hands, he pushed up the shirt I was wearing even higher and gripped the top of my underwear. With one hard tug, and a shocked cry from me, he tore the material off my body and threw it off the side of the bed.

I couldn’t even be mad. I was incredibly turned on by it and high off the fact that I was about to get what I wanted.

I inhaled sharply when he pressed his fingers inside me, and trembled when he whispered darkly, “I warned you.”

Removing his hand, he gripped my bottom and pressed me onto his lap again, this time helping in my movements. He groaned and buried his head against my neck, and when my hands reached for his boxer briefs again, his fingers gripping my butt spread my cheeks, and one of his fingers pushed against a place no person should ever touch.

“Eli!” I screeched, and sat up, trying to get away from the invasion.

A soft laugh rumbled in his chest, and one of his hands moved back to my clit. “I told you to go to sleep, Pay.”

I arched my back, trying to find more pressure while simultaneously shaking my head. “That’s—no. Just . . . no.”

“Are you sure?” he asked as his other hand gently touched my bottom.

“Y-yes.”

“Lean against my chest again, Paisley.” When I didn’t move from my straightened position, his hand moved from my bottom to press two fingers deep inside me. “Trust me.”

I slowly lowered myself; my eyes were already fluttering shut with how different everything felt in this position. I bit down on my bottom lip and curled my arms around his shoulders as I tried to hold on. It felt like at any second I would be lost—but being lost in Eli didn’t sound like a bad thing.

My breathing turned ragged when I got closer to another orgasm; my mind was so consumed in the feel I didn’t notice Eli switching which fingers were inside me until one was pushing against no-man’s-land again.

I stiffened and wanted to get away from it again, but I was so close, and Eli’s calming voice had me staying where I was.

“Trust me, Pay.”

His finger pushed in slowly as I kept moving against him, and my face tightened against the foreign pressure. “Please,” I whimpered.

But I didn’t know what I was begging for. Please stop. Please don’t stop. Because the pressure was still building—faster now, and I found myself pressing back against him instead of trying to get away from him.

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