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Your nails are digging into the armrest of the couch, knuckles turning white. It’s a far cry from what you were expecting to do when you got home. Your face is pressed into the cushions and you turn your head to the side, gasping for air.
Eddie’s tucked behind you, lapping furiously at your sopping wet entrance and tilting your hips closer to his face. He pulls away for a moment and uses his thumb to spread you open even further before diving back in like a starved man.
Just minutes ago, you were walking through the front door of your apartment to find Eddie lighting a candle in your living room. It’s one of your favorites: Key Lime Cheesecake , and it’s a gift that he bought for you last Christmas. ‘A delicious, sweet candle for my sweet, sweet girl,’ Eddie said when you opened the gift. There’s a distinct woody, skunky smell lingering throughout your apartment and you groan, dropping your keys in a dish near the entrance.
“Eddie, please tell me you didn’t smoke inside. I already told you the vents are connected so my neighbors can smell — ” your sentence is cut off when he smothers his lips against yours, backing you up until the back of your knees bump into the couch and you fall down.
His eyes are blown and he has a mischievous smile on his lips. He wastes no time in tugging his shirt over his head and gets to work on unbuttoning your pants and flipping you so that you’re lying prone to the couch: face pressed in the cushions, ass high in the air.
Eddie is frighteningly good at eating you out, using a combination of his fingers and mouth to caress and lick around your most sensitive parts. When you expressed your surprise at how good he was, he bashfully smiled and gave you a gentle kiss, swearing that he hadn’t had much experience.
You’re jolted out of your thoughts when his fingers press against that sweet spot and you let out a choked moan. You can hear him chuckle lowly as he singsongs right next to your ear, “Found it.”
Tremors creep up your spine and you can hardly keep still on the couch, constantly switching your weight between your knees and elbows, bucking back against his fingers. He groans throatily when he sees how desperate you are, pressing his face back against your core.
His tongue—wet, warm, and lithe—explores your folds, savoring the way you taste through a slow stripe up your slit. You’re wetter than you’ve ever been, dripping like an overflowing honey pot into his hungry mouth.
An audible whimper falls from your lips, and he takes this as a sign to press his thumb to your clit. Your moans crescendo as he pays careful attention to every inch with his slick tongue.
“ Jesus Christ, you’re unreal,” he murmurs, worshipping you with gentle kisses along your inner thighs and around your mound. “So soft, so gorgeous.”
Your hips involuntarily buck into his face as his husky voice traces washes over you and your walls contact, begging to be filled with him. “Eddie...” you plea earnestly, trying to pull your hips closer to him. “I need you in me— mmh —please!”
Eddie drags his lips away and you can hear the clinking of a belt and a rustle as he drops his pants to the ground. He slides a hand down the length of your back, stopping to rest at the base of your hips.
He taps the tip of his cock against your entrance, circling and rubbing it gently against your clit. He feels hot and slick, leaving a damp trail across your skin that makes you shiver. Even though you can’t see what he’s doing, you’re imagining the pulsing vein on the underside of his length. His tip, always weeping so much precum every time he gets this worked up. Your mouth fills with saliva when filthy fantasies of him rutting his cock deep down your throat take over your mind.
There’s nothing you love more than sucking the daylights out of Eddie. It’s the way he can’t control himself, bucking erratically and pressing himself further down your throat. It’s the way his voice gets all breathy and he has trouble swallowing. It’s especially the way he keens and swears, muttering “ Fuckfuckfuck,” right before he comes down your throat.
He loves it when you tongue his slit, and he’s disclosed to you more than once that he’s thought about getting blinged up down below to just make it feel that much more intense.
You stopped him mid-sentence, grimacing and insisting that he definitely should think about it more before committing to something like that. However, you also noted that you wouldn’t be opposed.
You’re snapped out of your sinful thoughts when je leans over to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder and murmurs a quiet, “Are you ready?” Ever the Prince Charming, he waits until you let out a breathy ‘yes’ and presses into you achingly slow. It’s so slippery and hot and wet inside you—your walls rubbing against his cock in a way that makes his knees weak. He swears that he can feel every ridge on your walls clench and wrap around his length.
A groan ripples through his chest as he bottoms out, and he has to grip the base of his cock to prevent himself from getting lost too quickly. You let out a whimper when he buries himself to the hilt, relishing in the way he stuffs you so deeply.
“Love this pussy,” he moans reverently. “So fucking tight for me all the time, feels so good around me.”
He takes his time with you, savoring the way you feel wrapped around him. He grinds his hips in a leisurely motion, riding through the mounting waves of pleasure. He’s fascinated by the way your walls stutter around him, clenching and unclenching in an uncertain rhythm.
A particularly loud moan bubbles out of you when the head of his cock notches against a spongy dip in your walls, unable to control yourself as you let out a little, ‘ah’ with each thrust of his.
“Fuck, I can’t take it when you moan like that,” he’s leaning over now, caging you between his forearms and jackhammering into your sopping wet pussy.
He’s laser-focused on the valley where you’re connected, listening to the wet, sloppy sounds of flesh slamming against flesh and watching the way his cock stretches you open. Your forearms start tingling, almost getting numb from the tight hold he has on you. Through your haze you can hear Eddie’s breath hitching, a telltale sign that he’s close.
“Can’t hold back— oh my fucking god— feels good, wanna come,” he’s panting heavily, hips stuttering and cock twitching.
He’s completely swamped in pleasure and he feels like it’s his first time, unable to control himself from pounding recklessly into your cunt.
“I’m gonna— ngh —I’m gonna come,” he lets out a heady gasp and thrusts once, twice, before he’s pressing his hips flush against yours.
He barely rests for a beat before he falls back on the couch, pulling you back on top of him. Forcing himself through the overstimulation, he lets you grind and roll your hips against his. His thighs are trembling, his mouth drops open and closed wordlessly, and it’s so, so hot.
He’s always teetered on the edge between pain and pleasure. Whether it’s trying to smoke that perfect amount where he gets so high out of his mind but never greened out, or the way he forces himself to keep going even after he’s emptied his balls.
One thing you learned about Eddie from your relationship is that he could never last long enough to wait for you to finish. So the first time you hooked up, it came as a surprise when he promptly pulled out of you and immediately dove back in to give you some of the best head of your life. If there’s one thing Eddie is that he’s a generous lover, always making sure you come every time even if he could never last long in your slick channel—not when it grips around his length so perfectly.
Eddie’s eyes are glued to the apex between your legs, transfixed by the way his length glides in and out of you. His pubic bone is sticky and slick from the remnants of his orgasm trickling out of you.
You’re trying your best, you really are but there’s just something about the way his curved length sits inside of you when you’re on top. The tip nudging all the sensitive, ridged nodes along your walls.
“Eddie, I-I can’t,” you’re stuttering out a breathy moan, both hands perched on his chest for support. “Can’t do it—help please, m-more.”
Your legs quiver every time you feel his cock jab against your cervix and you might just keel over. His length twitches and swells at your whining, regaining a life of its own as he works himself through his previous orgasm.
He still has the strength to pull his lips down in a pout, mimicking your expression. He grips your hips tightly, “You can’t what, my love?”
He’s drinking in the way you’re desperately trying to lift and drop yourself back on his cock, your legs quivering weakly. It’s the way your eyes get heavy-lidded, barely able to stay open for long. The way your teeth dig into your plush, bottom lip. The way your tongue darts out to lick the corner of your mouth, sucking in any drool that might be slipping out. He loves when you—so picture-perfect and put-together—get messy for him.
“Can’t move, feels too good.” Your eyes are glassy with pleasure as you look down on him and he can feel his heart stutter in his chest. He thrusts up once, twice just to see your eyebrows pinch together and your mouth drop open. You let out a whine when he stills and he’s transfixed on your expression.
“ Ugh —so pretty and dumb on my cock,” he’s smiling wickedly as you adamantly shake your head above him, insisting that no—you’re not. “Yeah you are, look at you, can’t even say a full sentence.”
“You like making me like this? Getting me so horny all I can think about is this needy, fucking, pussy.” He punctuates each word with a sharp upward thrust of his hips.
Eddie sits up, pushing you onto your back and leaning back on his haunches. He has both hands gripping your waist as he rolls his hips against yours. With a flawlessly wicked smile, he presses his lips against yours and it’s sloppy, messy, and full of clashing teeth.
You can barely breathe through his passionate kisses, so soulful and full of love. It completely juxtaposes the way he’s fucking your brains out right now.
“ Ah— Fuck, I wanna come again,” he murmurs, pulling apart from your lips. “Where...on your chest? Outside?”
You whine and shake your head, crossing your legs and pressing his body flush to yours. “N-no, inside…always inside, please Eds.”
That draws a breathy chuckle out of him and he snaps his hips against yours with renewed vigor.
“Yeah? You want it inside?” He’s practically fully mounting you now, with your body curled around him and pushed into the couch.
“So fucking nasty, you just want my cum in you all the time, hm?”
“All I had to do was give you a kiss and you’ve already soaking wet…needy little thing.”
With the way your head is bobbing at every filthy word that slips through his mouth, Eddie can’t help but think that you remind him of one of those bobbleheads they sell at the gas station.
“You’re so good to me— oh, fuck —coming to my shows, letting me sleep over,” he looks down and gives you a shit-eating grin. “…letting me smoke pot in your house.”
You still have enough control over your body to pinch his arm and give him a glare. “I fucking knew it.”
He winces and pouts mockingly, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry baby, let me make it up to you.”
Kisses pepper your cheeks and neck, and he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking on one breast and rolling the other between his fingers. While it feels good to have his attention on your chest, you really want to come and you start trailing your hand between your bodies. “I wanna come, can I touch—“
Eddie pushes your hand away and replaces it with his, rubbing his thumb harshly on your clit. Your head falls back as you let out a choked moan, something along the lines of “right there” and “ more, ” and Eddie can feel his whole body vibrate. It’s euphoric—better than any high he’s ever had and he’s whimpering praises into your neck now, begging for you to let him come, begging for you to let him worship you.
“Please, my love, can I come again?” He babbles. “You feel so fucking good around me, doing so good.”
“Wanna come inside, please— fuck baby— I can’t hold it any longer. This pussy’s so fucking good, wanna live ‘ere forever.”
You let out a keening whine at his filthy words, “Love you, love your big fucking dick—ah—the best I ever had”
His chest puffs up at that, and he presses his lips to your forehead in a gentle kiss. “Love you too— hngh —love when you clench around me like that,”
"Pleasepleaseplease, gonna fill you up, make this pussy drip with my cum,”
You let out a keening whine at his begging, unbearably aroused at this point. “ Yes, come inside please, wanna feel you.”
At your sigh of approval, you feel Eddie’s cock twitch as he draws out, and then he redraws fully to slam back into you again, pressing his lips to your neck and letting out a guttural groan. Seeing Eddie get lost in pleasure is enough for you to cross the finish line, and you’re writhing underneath him, your walls clenching around him repeatedly.
He’s still lightly humping into you, spreading his spend around your walls. Your bodies are still flush together as you both come down from your highs, with Eddie pressing gentle kisses across the planes of your face.
When he lifts his head up, he sees your brows are furrowed together, lips pursed in frustration.
“I fucking told you to not smoke indoors, asshole!”
The neighbors definitely heard him shrieking for mercy through the thin walls.