/Eleanor’s POV/
I must be totally crazy, I thought I wouldn’t give in. I wanted to make it clear between us, I wanted to push him away but I must be insane to have enjoyed every touch of his, his large and rough palms over my soft, tender, and lean body. I hated that I enjoyed it so much that I couldn’t tell him to stop and while he drove me to the peak of pleasure, I could tell how turned on he was, face flushed and ear red, and the heavy hard-on visible from his pants, I couldn’t help looking down at how thick he was, I was tempted to touch him, I wanted to feel him…I was certain he would have wanted it though.
When do I start thinking about what he wants? I thought to myself thinking I could ignore it. What happened between us made me realise I was more susceptible to him than I thoug
