Sweetest Pain || Hawk Moskowitz

95 Arms

When the door closed and the lock clicked into place, Eli lifted KT off her feet and carried her to the bed; she giggled all the way there, even when he dropped her onto the mattress. He was quick to strip himself of his hoodie and shirt, letting the clothes fall to the floor without a care in the word. His eyes were on her and he was only focused on being with and pleasing her.

As soon as he was shirtless, she stopped undressing herself to look up at him, only for her eyes to fall upon the tattoo over his heart. Her name was still inked into his skin so pretty and for a moment all she could do was stare at it, then she stood on her knees and got close. She touched it with the tips of her fingers, almost as if she were afraid it would fade away if she did. But then his hand came to hold hers and pressed her palm against his chest, over the declaration of his love, and she looked up at him.

She saw nothing but love and admiration in his eyes, so she kissed him and he laid on the bed again, gentler this time. He hovered over her for a while, smiling against her lips, before he pulled away and tore her shorts and panties off, throwing them behind him. He bit his lip when he saw her exposed, his confined cock begging to be released again at the sight of her.

He ran a hand up her inner thigh and spread her folds, then pushed his thumb into her clit. She moaned and turned red under his intense, lustful gaze. He drew circles on her bundle of nerves as he watched her glistening cunt. "Who did this to you, baby?"

"You did," she whined, trying not to wriggle too much under his touch. It was a little hard, though, because jolts of pleasure shot up her weak body. After two orgasms, she could fall apart under him so easily. "It was all you."

"Yeah, it was," he chuckled and pulled his hand away. She whined, but when she saw he was undoing his pants, she took the moment to rid herself of her shirt and bralette. His jeans were halfway down his thighs when her breasts fell free and he felt hypnotized by their perfectness, wanting nothing more than to hold them and put his mouth on them.

He snapped out of his small trance and stood up, kicking off his shoes so he could shuck his pants off effortlessly. Once those were out of his way, he turned to her and helped her out of her Keds, tossing them across the room to be forgotten like everything else. She giggled at his recklessness and he smiled, happy to make her happy.

"You're still overdressed," she teased and her hands found their way into the waistband of his boxers.

"Well then, why don't you help me out of these?"

"Gladly," she giggled and pushed them off of him. They fell around his feet and he stepped out of them to crawl onto the bed with her.

He climbed over her, grinning down at her beaming smile. Her sparkling green eyes met his deep blue ones and they fell into each other like clockwork. Their lips met and moved together without fail; her arms wrapped around him while he held himself over her; he fit between her legs like a puzzle piece. They took their time now that they had the room and the comfort to do so, time and place nothing to them.

He teased her with his hard cock, rubbing it against her wet folds as they made out, but it was driving her wild. His tip hit her clit with each slow grind he made against her and she couldn't take it anymore, pulling away from his lips and whining his name. Then she reached between them and took hold of his dick, positioning it at her hot, needy cunt. He took the hint and pushed into her, making her moan loudly before reconnecting their lips.

"Eli," she mumbled against him, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. "I love you."

He hummed, then said, "I love you."

They were slow and gentle with one another, warming the bed as they whispered little promising I love yous back and forth into the hot air. Their arms held each other close, their hearts unable to bear the idea of being apart again. It didn't matter to them that there was a party outside of that room, full of people they did and did not care for, going a million miles a minute; all that mattered to Eli and Katarina was making up for lost time.