Make me Better ~Eddie Munson x Reader~

39. Forgetting her first time

"Didn't think so." He kept walking upstairs, and her door was already open for them. It was dark, but the lightning from her garden shone through the window, illuminating it just slightly. He didn't break eye contact with her, he didn't want to. He knew he was looking at her as if she were a piece of meat at the moment, and she didn't dislike it at all. His brown eyes seemed almost black from how dilated his pupils were as he looked at her. 

His lust was plastered in his face, while hers was radiating from her body. He kneeled on the edge of the bed, at it's feet, still holding her and then he slowly laid them down onto the bed, giving her a soft kiss onto her temple as he straightened up, kneeling on the bed, one knee between her legs, the other next to her right side. Her eyes scanned him, and she realized she was going to see his body, fully. She had seen the arm tattoos, but she noticed one sticking out of the collar of his shirts, one that was in his left pec. He took his leather jacket off, throwing it next to the bed and she realized the shirt he was wearing, was a ripped sleeve tank top. This wasn't her type. 

This wasn't the type of guy she would have gone after before. But Eddie... Her type, was definitely Eddie. 

He noticed how she was looking at him, and he almost grew shy by the intensity her eyes scanned him, but he grinned slightly, grabbing the hem of his shirt, crossing his arms, and finally ripping it away from him. She finally saw the other tattoos. The skull on his left pectoral, and the spider almost going up towards his collarbone. And then her eyes went down towards the V shape below his abdomen, and she could see a few hairs driving it down, losing themselves inside the hem of his pants. He was a man. Jason could not compare, not even with the formed abs he has, with the marked biceps. 

He didn't have the V shape Eddie has, nor the manly hair going from his abdomen and down. She was mesmerized by him, and her want grew even more than before. She needed to have him. It was a need, it wasn't just a merely want anymore. He leaned down again with a smirk on his lips and she could feel the breath hitting her face as he spoke, making her move her legs slightly, wanting to feel friction somewhere. 

"I think you're overdressed Honey..." He called her out, and she wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off, because she was overheating herself at this very moment, no matter if it was the end of November, she felt everything but the cold.

"I think you're right..." She said softly, pulling herself up, making him go back to his previous position. She grabbed him by the waist, and pulled on him, trying to move him to the side. He took the hint, and their positions switched. She was back to straddling him and she was content the friction was back on her as the seams on her shorts were beginning to do its magic once more. He was looking at her, inspecting her, as she copied his motion and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. 

His breath was caught in his throat as he saw the white lace push up bra. It had lace only in its edges of the cup, and her breast was nicely formed inside of it. He felt his dick wanting to rip open his pants. He knew he had to expect her to look nice, but he never thought she would look incredible, and so perfect in his eyes. He found it hard to believe that she lost her virginity just a month ago, because, looking at her... Who wouldn't want her? 

He raised his hands up and put them on her waist, caressing her curves and she closed her eyes, throwing her head back in a circle and he was mesmerized by her, at each movement she made. He started going up slowly, rubbing his hands on her and she could feel the coldness of his rings on her, which ignited the fire inside of her even more. She didn't understand how this attraction could grow each second he grazed his fingers on her skin, but it simply did. 

She started becoming impatient, so her hips started going back and forth on top of his groin and he threw his head back at the friction, letting out a groan of his own. She caught on it, and she wanted to hear him. She wanted to know he was feeling good with her, but she is not experienced in knowing how to get it out of him. She had a few ideas, but she was afraid of embarrassing herself, being too sloppy, or rough, but she knew Eddie would guide her. She felt him sit up, looking into her eyes as she put her hands on his face, supporting herself and his hands went to her back, towards the clasp of her bra.