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The soft glow of morning light seeps through the cracks in the blinds, casting a muted warmth across Eddie’s cluttered room. You stir slightly, the familiar scent of his shirt surrounding you as you shift closer to his chest. His arms tighten around you instinctively, pulling you deeper into his embrace, where his steady breathing brushes against the top of your head, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek soothing and constant. The world outside feels distant, almost unreal. All that matters is this, you two, tangled up in his bed like the rest of existence doesn’t even matter. 

In the early hours, you heard the faint sounds of his uncle coming home. The shuffle of boots on the worn floor, the soft clink of keys hitting the counter, and the groan of his bedroom door closing at the far end of the trailer. You didn't even tense at the noise - Eddie’s warmth kept you grounded, his presence chased away the edge you’d normally feel. The edge you always felt when staying at Billy's and hearing his father outside the bedroom door.

The worn fabric of his band shirt brushes against your bare thighs as you move under the blanket. You know you should get up. Both of you should. It’s Tuesday, and the world is waiting - school, responsibilities, reality, work. But the thought of leaving this sanctuary, of peeling yourself from his arms, feels impossible.  Eddie’s voice rumbles softly, low and gravelly from sleep. "You awake?"  You nod, not bothering to lift your head, mumbling a sleepy, "Yeah." His fingers trace lazy circles on your back, the gentle motion sending warmth through you. Carefully, he lifts his head a little to glance at his alarm clock. "We should probably get moving", he murmurs, though his tone carries no urgency. "We should", you agree quietly, but neither of you makes an effort to move. The room falls silent again. You watch the sunlight creeping closer to the bed and let out a small sigh. "I don’t want to go back" you whisper. Eddie shifts, tilting his head to look at you. His messy hair frames his face, his dark eyes still heavy with sleep but soft with understanding. "Then don’t" he says, smirking lazily. "Stay here. Just a little longer". You glance up at him, your chest tightening at how easy he makes it sound, how effortlessly he makes you feel like everything is okay. "Just a little longer," you murmur, leaning into him, "Maybe 5 more minutes". Eddie presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling back. "Yeah. 5 more minutes"

Two hours later, you blink awake again, the comforting warmth of Eddie’s arms still wrapped around you. His chest presses against your back, slow, steady breaths brushing over your neck. The faint scent of his after-shave and cigarettes lingers in the air. Carefully, you stretch your angled legs while having the blanket tangled around them, suppressing another yawn while tiredly blinking into the mess of Eddie's bedroom, enjoying the warmth of his naked arms wrapped tightly around you, when feeling him shift slightly behind you. The tickle of his messy hair brushes your ear as his lips press the softest of kisses against the curve of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but let out a sleepy sigh. "Five more minutes didn't work, mh" Eddie murmurs against your skin, his voice still heavy with sleep. You just hum, feeling goosebumps running down your arms when his beard stubbles lightly scratch your skin as he talks. His tattooed arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly close. You feel his warmth everywhere - the press of his chest against your back, the weight of his legs tangled with yours, and... the unmistakable firmness against your lower back. You raise your brows in surprise when realizing what's going on. "Eddie" you mumble daringly. He chuckles softly, his lips still ghosting over your skin. "What?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "I can’t help it. You’re too damn perfect like this" You roll your eyes, but the corner of your mouth twitches up into a smile. "We’re supposed to be at school, you know," you say, though there’s no conviction in your voice, "Actually, we should've been there hours ago already". Eddie hums, his kisses trailing up to your jawline. "Yeah, well", he mutters, his tone playful but laced with desire. "Let them wait. I’m kinda busy right now. There's a beautiful woman in my bed, wearing my favorite shirt and she's very naked underneath it". Your pulse quickens as his hand slides down, brushing over your waist before resting on your hip. His touch is gentle, but there’s a heat in it that makes your whole body buzz. You shift slightly, intending to wiggle free, but it only presses you closer to him. "Don’t start something you can’t finish", you warn softly, glancing over your shoulder and seeing how he grins against your neck, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "Who said anything about not finishing?"

Eddie’s grin against your neck sends a wave of heat through you, his lips curving mischievously as he presses another lingering kiss to your skin. You sigh softly, tilting your head to give him more of your neck. "You keep saying we should go", he teases, his voice a low rumble, "but your body’s not exactly making a strong case for leaving here". You bite your lip as his hand slides a fraction lower, his fingers brushing the edge of the blanket tangled around your legs. "Eddie" you murmur, your tone a mix of warning and a soft laugh, "you’re impossible". "And you’re irresistible", he counters smoothly, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot below your ear. A shiver ripples through you, and you try to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "This isn’t fair" you manage, your voice catching slightly as his hand traces slow circles over your hip. "Fair?", he repeats, his tone mock-serious as he pulls back slightly to look at you, his messy hair falling into his face. "What’s not fair is you looking like that, all soft and perfect in my bed, and expecting me to just... behave. I'm just a man, after all, baby". Your cheeks flush at his words, the rasp in his tone sending a shiver down your spine. You try to hold onto a shred of indignation, but the way he’s looking at you makes it nearly impossible. "Well, behaving doesn’t seem to be your strong suit, Munson" He chuckles, his hand sliding up from your hip to your waist, his thumb brushing a slow, deliberate line along your skin just under the hem of his shirt you're wearing. "Can you blame me?" he murmurs, his nose grazing your jaw as he presses a kiss just below your ear. "You’re lying here, looking like every dream I’ve ever had come to life." You shudder from another soft kiss he's placing on your neck, letting his hand wander around you, now drawing some small circles around your belly button and sending another wave of goosebumps up your body. "One more five minutes", you mumble over your shoulder, slowly pressing your ass against his erection. His body shifts behind you, his hand grabs your hip to turn you on your back, gliding up your naked belly and underneath your shirt, his lips moving down to yours to finally kiss you... When reality hits you, making you tense slightly while turning your head away just enough to avoid his kiss. He stops, pulling back with a confused grin. "What’s that for?", he asks, his voice teasing but laced with curiosity. You hesitate, biting your lip before mumbling, "I.... haven't brushed my teeth yet"Slowly, he raises a brow. "And?", he chuckles, "Neither have I. As if that’s gonna stop me". He leans in again, but you squirm, covering your face with your hands. "Nooo!", you groan, muffled by your palms. "Alright, alright, relax", he pulls back, chuckling to himself, "Guess I gotta break out the big guns". You peek through your fingers, raising a suspicious eyebrow, "What big guns?". He grins, reaching over you to his nightstand. The drawer creaks open, and you hear him rummaging around before he triumphantly pulls out a small tin of mints. "Ta-da!", he announces amusedly, holding it up like it’s some great prize. Your mouth falls open, and you sit up slightly. "You keep mints in your nightstand?" His grin turns wicked as he pops one into his mouth and offers the tin to you. "What can I say? A guy’s gotta be prepared." You take one, but as you do, your eyes flick back to the open drawer - and you spot the familiar foil packets sitting right beside the tin. Your stomach twists. "Prepared, huh?” you mumble, your tone shifting, sharpening just a little. Eddie freezes for half a second, follows your eyes then shoots you an unimpressed gaze when realizing what you're talking about. "Oh, come on", he chuckles, shaking his head as he looks at you, "You’re really gonna go there?" You cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at him even as you roll the mint over your tongue. "I’m just saying, it’s awfully convenient that your mints are right next to your condoms". He smirks, leaning in closer, his voice dropping low. "Maybe I just like to be ready for anything", he murmurs, his hand brushing your thigh under the blanket, "But if it makes you feel better, no one’s ever stayed long enough to even notice the mints before you."

His words catch you off guard, the heat of his gaze melting some of your irritation. You blink, your resolve faltering. "What, is that supposed to make me feel special?" Eddie grins, his fingers tilting your chin up so your eyes meet his. "You’re not supposed to feel special", he says softly, his thumb brushing your jaw. "You just are". Your breath catches, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him. His dark brown eyes look at you with such warmth, it almost takes your breath away. Then, before you can overthink it, you close the gap between you, kissing him deeply. The minty coolness between you mingles with the heat of his lips, and his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer and back down on the mattress, making you forget everything else. His hands move with purpose, slow and deliberate as they slide down your sides, fingertips brushing over the fabric of his shirt draped over your body. His touch sends sparks across your skin, his lips never straying far from yours as he kisses you deeply, hungrily. When he finally pulls back, his eyes rake over you, dark and hooded, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. "As much as I love seeing you in that shirt, I think we can lose it" he murmurs, tugging gently at the hem of his shirt. Your breath hitches as you nod, unable to find your voice. Eddie’s hands move to the edge of the shirt, his fingers brushing your thighs as he begins to lift it. The deliberate slowness of his movements sets every nerve in your body on fire, anticipation making your heart pound. He pulls the shirt up and over your head, tossing it somewhere across the room without a second thought. His gaze lingers on you, drinking in every inch of bare skin exposed to him. The grin on his face softens into something warmer, deeper, and the way he looks at you makes your chest tighten. You swallow hard, your heart hammering against your ribs as he leans in to kiss you again, slower this time, more deliberate. His hands continue their exploration, tracing the curve of your waist, the dip of your hips, every touch making you feel like you’re the only person in the world. The blanket falls away as he moves on top of you, his lips trailing down your neck, over your collarbone, leaving a warm path of kisses in their wake. Each brush of his mouth, each caress of his hands, is filled with an intoxicating mix of desire and tenderness, unraveling you completely. You moan softly, his lips now tracing the curves of your naked breasts, making your nipples harden within a second. Your head falls back the second you feel his warm lips on them, sucking and flicking the tip of his tongue over them. "Oh god" you whisper, your voice barely audible, but he hears it. He always hears you. He glances up at you, his eyes smoldering, full lips quirked into a teasing grin. "Still think we should’ve gone to school?" You laugh breathlessly, your hands finding his hair, pulling him back up to you, "Not a chance". He hums lowly, cupping your boob with his hand while slamming his lips back on yours, hungrier this time as desire takes over. Your legs wrap around his hip, long nails glide up his arms, feeling how his biceps flexes under his soft skin. Your tongues collide, both of you groaning softly as he presses his hips into yours, the kiss deepening into something raw and primal. He groans into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you, sending a thrill straight to your core. His free hand slides down, gripping your thigh and hitching it higher around his hip, pressing you impossibly closer to him.The friction between you is intoxicating, every movement of his hips against yours sending shockwaves through your body. You break the kiss for a moment, gasping for air, but Eddie doesn’t stop. His lips trail down your neck, leaving a hot path of  kisses, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you shiver. "God", he murmurs against your throat, his voice low and rough with want, "you feel so damn good". You arch under him, your fingers weaving into his hair as he continues his path downward, his kisses slow and teasing. His lips linger on your stomach, just above your navel, and you gasp when his tongue dips, tracing patterns on your skin. Every touch, every kiss feels like fire, leaving you trembling and aching for more.When he finally settles between your parted legs, his strong hands sliding up your thighs, his dark eyes lock onto yours. The intensity in his gaze steals the breath from your lungs, and you barely manage a shaky exhale as he dips his head lower.The tip of his pink tongue flicks teasingly over the delicate skin just above the waistband of your underwear, sending a rush of heat through your body. Your hips shift involuntarily, and you gasp again, your head tipping back as his warm breath fans over the sensitive skin. "I need to taste you", he murmurs, his voice low and rough, each word dripping with hunger. The way he says it, raw and full of intent, sends a shiver down your spine. Your breath catches, and all you can do is nod, your body arching toward him as if pulled by a magnetic force. Eddie smirks, his fingers hooking under the band of your underwear, dragging them down with agonizing slowness. "Good girl", he whispers, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as his eyes stay locked on yours, "Let me take care of you". Your breath stutters, your fingers clutching at the sheets beneath you as your thighs instinctively part further, granting him full access. Eddie’s smirk deepens, and his hands slide gently along your legs, spreading goosebumps. He presses a lingering kiss just above where you want him most, the slow drag of his lips making your entire body shiver. "You’re so beautiful like this", he murmurs, his voice filled with awe and lust, before his mouth finally descends to show you exactly how serious he is about taking care of you.

Without a warning, his mouth is on you, his tongue gliding in slow, deliberate strokes that make your head fall back against the pillow. A gasp tears from your throat as the warmth of his mouth and the firmness of his tongue overwhelm every nerve in your body. Eddie groans against you, the sound vibrating through your core. His hands grip your thighs tighter, holding you in place as he works you with a mix of skill and passion that leaves you utterly breathless. "You taste so fucking good", he mumbles against your skin, his voice muffled but filled with raw desire. You're desperately whimpering his name, moans of pure pleasure mix with both of your heavy breaths. His eyes won't leave your face, mesmerized by your eyes, your lips, how you crumble right in front of him. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently as your hips move instinctively toward him, seeking more of the pleasure he’s giving you. Your thighs press to his head buried between them, you're winding in his sheets, holding on to his hair, his arm that's firmly wrapped around your trembling leg. "Oh, h- holy shit", you groan out load when he decides to let his fingers join in, supporting his lips and tongue on their way to make you cum. His tongue flicks right on your sensitive clit when he slowly glides his long middle finger into your core, groaning muffled when feeling how ready you are for him, and curling it just right to touch that one special spot inside you, carefully watching your reaction to not miss it. Your body language speaks volumes, and he grins winningly. His lustful sounds vibrate against your wet skin, saliva and lust mixing in his mouth when he proceeds to give you everything he has, luring more and more moans from you. "Fuck, I'm c- close, Ed- OH, my god, Eddie don't stop", you stammer breathlessly, "Right there". He hums in response, the vibration sparking even more heat inside you as he doubles down on his movements. His tongue swirls and flicks in perfect rhythm, and every stroke sends waves of ecstasy coursing through you, his finger relentlessly working inside you. "Let go for me", he murmurs between licks, his voice husky and encouraging. "I’ve got you, baby. Just let go". And with that, the tension building in your body snaps, pleasure washing over you in an intense, all-consuming wave. Your thighs clench around him as you cry out, your entire body trembling as Eddie guides you through every pulse of your release, his arm steadying you while his mouth never falters. You desperately press your hands on your mouth, muffling your lustful screams as everything inside you trembles, twitches and pulsates. 

When you finally collapse against the bed, utterly spent, Eddie pulls back slightly, his lips glistening and a smug grin on his face. "Good girl", he rasps again, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before moving up your body. Out of breath, you glance at him, your face flushed and your eyes shining with bliss. Then, they change, as a pang of worry nags at you, remembering you're not alone in Eddie's trailer anymore. You throw a frightened look at him, "Oh god, I was way too loud, what if someone heard us?" Eddie chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Don't worry about that", he murmurs, his thumb tracing circles on your cheek. "Wayne's practically deaf after a night shift. Trust me, he'd even sleep through the very intense acrobatics we pulled off in here last night. And about the rest? I don't give a flying fuck". You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, feeling a mix of relief and curiosity. "Oh, yeah? How do you know that he's not waking up from it, mh?" you tease, a playful glint in your eye. "Been testing this theory with a lot of chicks in here already?". He laughs softly, the sound warm and comforting. "Just a few. And the rest of my harem of hundreds of outstanding attractive nymphomaniacs I easily satisfy every single night? I don't usually bring them home", he casually jokes, making you roll your eyes amusedly. "This place is sacred", he adds with a playful smirk. You arch a brow, "Sacred, huh? So, how did I end up in here?". His lips curl into a cheeky smirk, "Well, technically, you just showed up at my doorstep last night and came in...". You groan and playfully slap his naked arm, causing his grin to widen. "But", he continues, his voice lowering to a teasing whisper, "The second you stepped in, I knew I couldn't let you leave again". His hand moves to the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer, his lips brushing against your ear. The warmth of his breath sends a shiver down your spine. You roll your eyes, trying to act unaffected, but the way his fingers trail along your skin has your heart racing. "So, you really think you can just keep me here, huh?", you challenge, trying to sound sarcastic, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you. Eddie chuckles, the sound low and warm, as if he knows exactly how much he has you tangled up in this moment. "Well, you’re not exactly fighting me, are you?” he teases, the playful glint in his eyes matching the mischievous grin on his face. "I think you like it here". You scoff, pretending to be annoyed, but your body betrays you once again. The way you’re pressed up against him, how every inch of you aches for him to be closer. "Maybe", you admit, your voice barely above a whisper, "you're surely not making it easy for me to leave". His grin widens as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips, a kiss that’s soft at first but deepens as he pulls you closer, his hands slipping down your naked back to hold you tighter. The room seems to fade away, the only thing that matters is the feel of his lips on yours, the heat rebuilding between your bodies. "You’re not going anywhere", he murmurs against your lips, his voice laced with a dark promise that sends a thrill through you. With a laugh, you push against his chest, trying to break free from his grasp, but only succeeding in pressing yourself closer to him, his body fitting perfectly against yours. Your lips collide again, you feel your blood rushing back between your legs when his hand slides down to roughly grab your thigh, long fingers digging into your flesh. "Oh, I'm not going anywhere", you reply, your voice teasing, breathless, "I'm not done with you, Munson". 

His hands slide up your back, his fingers threading through your hair as he pulls you back into another kiss, more urgent this time, his body moving against yours with undeniable need. Your hands fall to the waistband of his boxers, desperately tugging at them, almost making him fall over with your sudden impatience and luring a dark laugh from his throat when he pulls back from your lips, rolling down from you to take them off and hectically push them off his bed. Strong arms reach for you, pulling you against his warm chest and reaching around you to roughly grab your ass as his hungry lips find yours once more. You're moaning softly, sliding your hands between the two of you to reach for his rock hard dick, that's poking into your thigh. Eddie growls immediately at the touch of your hand, a shiver runs through him as your fingers firmly wrap around his length. You grin and graze his lips with your teeth, circling his swollen tip with your thumb and spreading his precum everywhere on it. "Fuck, you make me so hard", he murmurs, his voice trembling softly at the sensation of your hand now slowly moving up and down his shaft. Feeling how ready he is for you turns you on even more. It painfully tingles between your legs, you're aching for him to finally be inside you. "Oh, really?", you whisper cheekily, your breath brushing over his damp lips while your hand continues to jerk him off, "I barely noticed". He pulls back just enough to glance at you. "Oh, really?", he mumbles back, echoing your words in a pretend nonchalant tone, "Let me prove it to you". You open your mouth to give him a flirty response, but his big hands already wander to your naked waist, where his grip tightens. With a quiet grunt, he shifts, his body rising slightly as he pulls you effortlessly along with him. Without breaking the connection between you, he uses his strong arms to move you around, repositioning the both of you in one swift, almost effortless motion. You giggle in surprise, feeling his body sliding back at yours, his arms loop around you, pulling you close again. You're not sure how it happens exactly, but in the blink of an eye, you're no longer chest to chest with him but finding yourself in that same position again you both woke up in half an hour ago - your back against his front, the heat of his breath mingling with the curve of your neck. You feel the weight of his body settle behind you as he shifts to spoon you, his legs aligning with yours while his arms slip beneath your neck, one hand resting on your waist, the other securing you closer, perfectly fitting you against him. His breath is heavy against the back of your neck as his lips brush softly against the curve of your ear, making you shiver when his hard dick presses into the curve of your ass. "Don't move", he whispers close to your ear, his upper hand leaving your waist your for a second when he leans over to his nightstand to grab a condom. You're trembling with anticipation, feeling his hot body shifting behind you as he singlehandedly opens the wrapper using his teeth, and rolls it on. His other hand continues to press on your stomach, his arm trapped underneath you as he holds you in place. His rings feel cool on your skin, and after just a few second, you feel his head back behind you, pressing against you. Warm lips fall back into the curve of your neck, sucking and nibbling on it, his curls tickling your shoulder. Your head falls back against him when his hand reaches up to cup your boob, squeezing it gently while his other one glides down your waist and hip, following the line of your body until he reaches his lap that's pressed right to your butt. "I've been wanting to fuck you like this so badly since we woke up", he mumbles darkly, and you can't help but moan as he starts to play with your nipple, aligning his dick with your pussy. You shift your hips, rolling them back for him to have better access to you while arching your back. You gasp loudly when feeling him finally pushing it deep inside you,  both of you moaning as your walls wide around his thick cock. "Oh, my god", you moan loudly, arching your back even more when Eddie starts to move behind you, fucking you with deep, controlled thrusts. He growls lowly, his mouth close to your neck, supporting your waist to keep you in position while taking care of your hard, sensitive nipple. "That's it, baby", he rasps, "Fuck, I love how your pussy feels around my dick". You moan again, pressing against him in pure desperation, his dick sliding deep inside you, touching all the parts of you that were screaming for him, widenung your inside with its size, filling you up completely. You want to kiss him so badly, but his lips stay on your neck, heavily breathing against it while plastering it with sloppy kisses. Your ass starts to slap against his pelvis when his thrust become harder, your hand reaches for his arm that's firmly pressed to your front to hold on to him, digging your nails into his tattooed skin while letting him hit you from behind. "Harder", you manage to bring out through your moaning lips, "Fuck me harder, Eddie". "Harder?", he groans in response, biting your neck in dark lust, "You want it harder?". "Yes", you whimper in front of him, desperately pressing your hips against him. His tongue brushes over your earlobe, sending shiver through you with his hips not changing their rhythm. "Yes, what?", he mumbles, his voice laced with dominance. You moan again, trying your best to keep it down and biting your lip before eventually giving him what he wants. "Yes, please, fuck me harder", you beg in a trembling voice, and Eddie answers your plead immediately, suddenly changing the position. His weight presses against you, pushing you on your belly while pulling back, luring a protesting sound from you at the sudden emptiness inside you and getting up on his knees. The bed moves as he shifts behind you, slapping your ass and grabbing your hips again to help you follow his lead and get up on your knees as well. You're gasping again, his dominant side killing you as you position yourself in front of him, rolling your hips up. He groans deeply, his hand falls on your bare back to press your upper body back down into the mattress, only leaving your ass up right in front of him. His knee spreads your legs even further, you're being grabbed by your hips when he pulls you back and right in front of his throbbing cock. For a second, he just admires his view - your round ass, the sight of your soaked pussy, obviously aching for him, and your hungry eyes, glancing over your shoulder while your cheekily wiggling your ass.

He winks at you, grabbing his erection and aligning it with your pussy again before pulling his hips back and ramming it right into you. Very deep into you. You're crying out loud, desperately grabbing his pillow to press your face into it when he starts to fuck you like a maniac. Hard, rough and animalistic, his hips slamming against your ass hard and loud, filling his room with the sound of your bodies clapping together, along with your muffled screams and his own groaned breathing. Sweat forms on his face, his curls stick to his forehead as he proceeds to even pick up the pace even more, relentlessly hammering every inch of that huge cock inside your core. It is insane how deep he's inside you, hitting your spot every single time he's fast hips pull back, only to immediately slam into you again. You lift your head to gasp for air, his name falling from your lips as they part for another row of high-pitched moans. "Is that hard enough?", he asks breathlessly, his jaw clenched from the exertion and sweat running down his grinning face. He loves seeing you like this, completely knocked out by him and his skills. You just nod your head, still trying to get a breath in when all you can do is moan in pure pleasure. "How about I make you cum again, mh?" His words start another wave of arousal, you feel yourself getting even more soaked just from thinking about it. He doesn't even wait for your response, changes the angle just enough for him to be able to reach around you with his free hand and slide it right between your spread legs. Your wetness is everywhere when his long index finger wanders right to your aching clit, his first touch making you squirm in front of him, immediately turning your moans messier. You're pressing your face back into his pillow, not being able to hold in the loud pleasured screams he's pushing out of you. It all is too much - how he feels inside you, hammering against your gspot, his finger skillfully rubbing your clit, matching his fast rhythm while pushing you right over the edge. And his sounds, so satisfied, hot and dark. Eddie notices the first signs of your orgasm, how it builds up inside you. He presses his lips together, biting the inside of his cheek, trying his best to not cum too while focused on not changing his rhythm in the slightest way. "Yes, baby, cum for me again", you hear him praise behind you, biting your lip while feeling your climax reaching it's peak, making your insides contract as it finally releases into a warm, euphoric rush, an explosion of pleasure. Your mind goes blank for a moment, you're just overwhelmed by the intensity of it, breathlessly bathing in the tingle heat that spreads through your veins.

You open your eyes again, feeling him slowing down behind you, his hands now back on your hips, gently caressing your skin with his thumbs when he carefully pulls himself out of your pulsating core. Your legs collaps, and you're flopping down on bis bed. "My goodness, what are you doing to me", you mumble blissfully, your voice soft and hazy as you meet Eddie's eyes. His smirk widens, proud and unabashed, his confidence radiating as he wipes a hand across his sweat-dampened forehead. "I just did what you told me", he teases with a playful shrug, though the smug glint in his dark eyes betrays how pleased he is with himself. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he catches his breath, his disheveled hair clinging to his flushed face. You can’t help but smile, rolling onto your back and giving him a look that’s equal parts fondness and invitation. Wordlessly, you lift your hand, beckoning him to come closer. Eddie doesn’t hesitate. Still grinning, he crawls over you, the weight of his body grounding you in the moment. His lips, salty and warm, press against yours in a kiss that’s both tender and consuming. It's unhurried, yet urgent in its own way, like he can’t bear to be apart from you for even a second longer. You feel the lingering heat of his breath as he tries to catch his breath without leaving your mouth. Big hands cup your face as his lips tenderly press on yours, your heart fluttering as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down into you and parting your lips for his tongue to glide in. Eddie groans softly, his hands now wandering behind your neck, holding your head as your kiss turns heavier again. You can't get enough of each other, of the way you smell, the way you taste and feel. His breath has just slowed down, now turning raspier again as your chest presses against his, your legs tighter wrapping around his naked waist. You feel his erection impatiently twitching against your skin, reminding you two of how it's still there, waiting for some sweet release. Your lips curl into a small smirk as you pull back from his, your breath mingling with his as you lock eyes, heat pooling between you. "Lay down", you murmur, your voice low and dripping with intent, "I wanna taste you now". Eddie’s brows shoot up in surprise, but the slow grin that spreads across his face is pure mischief as he mumbles, "Well, if you insist". He shifts off you, settling back against the pillows, his chest rises and falls in anticipation as dark eyes lock on you. In one hectic move, he rips the still empty condom off of his dick, carelessly throwing it off the bed. You take your time, letting your hands trail over his torso, tracing the tattoos that scatter his skin on your way further south. His stomach tenses under your touch, his breath hitching as your lips follow the path your fingers laid out. Teasingly slow, you let them brush over his stubbly skin, smirking lightly when feeling him shuddering under your touch. When you glance up at him, his smirk falters, replaced by something darker, needier.  "Take your time, baby", he manages, though his voice is shaky, "I’m all yours". "Oh, I will", you breathe, your voice carrying a teasing promise that makes Eddie’s breath hitch. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, the heat in his eyes intensifying. Your hair brushes against his skin as you trail kisses down his chest, slow and deliberate, making his muscles twitch under your lips. The faint sheen of sweat clinging to his skin glistens in the soft light, his body taut with anticipation as you continue your little tease. The further down you move, the more his confidence seems to waver, his cocky smirk melting into something softer, more vulnerable. "You’re killing me", he mutters, his voice low and rough. You glance up at him, your chin resting against his hip for just a moment. "Good", you murmur with a sly grin, your eyes glinting with mischief. Then, without breaking eye contact, you shift lower, settling yourself between his calves. Eddie’s hands fist in the sheets as he watches you, his chest heaving. The tension in the air is electric as you let your fingers skim over the sharp lines of his hip bones, your movements deliberate and tantalizingly slow.

Your nails scratch over his skin, leaving light pink tracks on his lower abdomen as you slowly move them along his pelvis and on his hairy thighs, watching him exhaling shakily and locking your eyes with his again, a cheeky smirk on your lips. Without another word, you let them part, slowly licking your bottom lip, biting down on it. His eyes darken. It's like he's afraid to blink, to miss just one second of you kneeling in front of him. Then, you lower your mouth, the tip of your tongue gently pressing against the underside of his dick, your eyes on him as you slowly move it up his shaft. "Fucking hell", Eddie hisses through clenched teeth, his fists grabbing the sheets tighter as he stares at you, watching you licking every inch of him until you reach his tip, circling it with your tongue, tasting his precum on your taste buds while shooting him a smug smirk. "H- holy shit", he gasps raspy, arching his back lightly at the sensation of your wet lips, finally wrapping around his tip, kissing and sucking it gently. You're humming softly, letting your tongue and lips vibrate against his length, drawing another desperate groan from his throat while taking him further into your mouth. Your tongue circles his tip again, flicking over it while you're starting to suck him a little harder. Eddie presses the palms of his hands on his closed eyes, his fingers buried in his messy curls as his breath turns heavier. "Slow down", he manages to press through his teeth, but you don't listen. You got him right where you want him. Very close to the edge. You love watching him crumble, hearing his desperate sounds when you give him the same relentless stimulation he gave you only minutes ago. Your hand joins in, moving up and down in the rhythm of your bopping head. You suck him harder, take him deeper down your throat, your saliva spreading everywhere on him. And your eyes stay on his face. His hands desperately grab the sheets again, his nostrils flaring under his sharp breaths. He's trying his best not to cum already, tries to look away from that intense impression in your eyes, tries to stop watching his dick disappearing into your mouth and up your throat. But he can't. He has to watch you. You feel him twitching under your tongue,  a few more drops of precum give away how close he is. "Oh god, Sam, what-", he inhales sharply, "whatareyoudoing". Your head bops faster, the flicks of your tongue turning faster and faster, tasting him, feeling him getting closer and closer to his climax. You're having a hard time breathing, his dick almost making you gag as you take him even deeper in your throat, clawing your nails into his thigh. "Fuck", he gulps hard, his body tensing in front of you, "Don't stop". His begging words are music to your ears, you ignore the growing burn in your jaw and keep going - sending him right over the edge. His hips buckle against you, another low groan leaves his throat as his head falls back, his dick twitching in your mouth, pumping under your hand and eventually releasing hot cum right on your tongue. Your head stops moving, you pull back until your lips are just wrapped around his swollen tip, gently sucking it while feeling his orgasm ebbing down, swallowing every drop. Another gasp of him mixes into a satisfied groan when his eyes dart open again, watching your lips part as you let him plop out of your mouth, licking his cum from your lips and smirking winningly. "Jesus Christ. You really are killing me", he mutters, rubbing a shaky hand through his hair, his chest still rising and falling heavily as he collapses back against the pillows, one arm draped over his face. A lazy grin spreads across his lips, the flush on his cheeks creeping down to his neck. You sit back, brushing your hair out of your face and giving him a teasing smirk, "Didn’t hear you complaining though". He shifts his arm to peek at you with half-lidded eyes, his grin widening. "Complain? No, sweetheart. That was... absolutely worth dying for." His voice is warm, almost reverent, though the cheeky sparkle in his eyes is unmistakable.  You can’t help but laugh, sitting up and leaning over to rest your hands on his chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat under your palms. "Good", you smirk as he glances at you checking his pulse, "Just making sure you’re still with me." Eddie lets out a contented sigh, his hands finding your waist and pulling you down to lie beside him. "Oh, I’m with you, don't worry", he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. You shift closer to him, your fingers tracing the curve of his jaw as you smile softly, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours. "I’m glad to hear that", you whisper, your lips brushing against his as you let the moment linger. Eddie’s hand slides up your naked back, pulling you even closer, his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. He kisses you again, softer this time. "Not going anywhere", he murmurs against your lips, his voice low, but filled with something deeper. You smile against him, feeling the sincerity in his words, and relax into his embrace, letting the comfort of his warmth surround you. "Good", you reply, your hand resting on his chest as you snuggle closer, "Because I wanna do that again, very soon"