Make me Better ~Eddie Munson x Reader~

39. Forgetting her first time

She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him onto her lips again, wanting to taste him once more. The hard seams on her shorts were doing heaven against her throbbing clit as she rubbed herself on him, making the seams press harder on her, making a throaty moan go into his own mouth. He was in his own mess as he grabbed onto her ass cheeks, and he squeezed gently, but hard enough to feel her lumps in his hands. They could hear crinkle sounds thanks to the rubbing against the leather, and for some reason it excited the both of them even more. No one could disturb them, no one knows what they could be doing right now, behind closed doors, and that thought was driving them over the edge. 

She knew she had to take it further, and it was time that she showed him. She caressed his cheek gently to coarse him to open his mouth for her and when he did, she tangled her tongue against his. She could taste the fading beer in his saliva, and she felt him squeeze her again, making her rub herself on him once more, making her moan into his mouth, her determination fading. She wanted to do this one thing on him, this one tiny thing he had been asking of her for a while, and see what he would do to her for it. She then raised her tongue up, gently, caressing the inside of his top lip softly. 

She felt him stiffen slightly and his back straightened up even more, as if surprised, elevating from the couch as he held her in place, feeling his heart wanting to come out of his chest. She then sucked on his lip, slightly, just a bit, then over lined it with her tongue, to then flick it with the tip of it, pulling on it, leaving a string of saliva as she slowly retreated. She opened her eyes and looked at him, wanting to see his reaction and her heart started beating faster than before, seeing the way he was looking at her. 

He was staring at her with a sort of surprised look on his face, stunned, now realizing that she had done the tongue thing on him, and he loved it. He adored it. But there was also a fire growing inside of him, as anger started becoming present, realizing she had done it to three other people, or more and not only him. He didn't want to be possessive of her, but he was, very, and he could not put a stop to it, no matter how many times he repeated the fact that they were just friends in his head.

"Well? Did it fit your expectations?" She asked him, seeing him not replying to her, or doing anything at all. He was just sitting there, contemplating her, eyes scanning all of her features, but suddenly she felt herself being lifted up, so she wrapped her legs around his waist in order not to fall and her arms around his shoulders. She squealed as he held her by the ass, and was easily walking out of the room, holding her in his arms with almost no effort. 

He needed to get to her room as soon as possible, because what she did to him was not humanly possible. She awakened something in him, he had yet to discover. He wanted to ravish her, destroy her, and he wanted to do it till morning, or for as long as he could. He was angry, because he had yet to engrave himself in her mind, and she just did on his with a simple flick of the tongue. 

"Put me down!" She demanded of him and he let out a humorless chuckle, sarcastic, and he glared at her as he took the first step on the stairs.

"Do you really want me to put you down?" He asked her, and her heart raced, feeling her pussy aching for him, she can feel it pulsating. This was not because of the alcohol, this was because of the ongoing sexual tension they both built up, slowly, against each other. If she didn't have Eddie any time soon, she was going to regret it, forever, and he felt the same way for her. He needed to be able to get hold of her, at least once, because his intrigue, his curiosity, and his primal being was yearning for her. 

She kept silent as she looked at him and he smirked, licking the inside of his bottom lip slightly, making her breath cut off. That was the hottest thing he ever did as he looked at her. He knew she was desperate for him, and she should shut up and let him handle her in whichever way he wanted.