okay. i wrote this scene finally. i had lots of regrets. but the upsides managed to overcome the downsides. (i think that's how the saying goes?!?) anyways, please, don't make fun of me. i tried so hard not to make it vulgar. shoot, try to write a sex scene without using dumb words like ✨membrane✨ or ✨shaft✨ it's the dumbest thing i ever heard. so i used NONE! anyways enjoy!
DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ SMUT! (not that hard peoples)
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He's lifting me up. On the bed. Our mouths connected. Eddie's hands are all over my body. I pull him closer. There is no space- no air -separating us. His hands meet the middle of my dress, where it splits down the middle. His arms are pulling opposite ways. Eddie pulls away, "I'll buy you a new dress," he says right before tearing the fabric in half. I gasp. He spends a minute pulling it off of me, and I'm left in my bra and underwear, soon those were gone too. I am unbuckling his belt as he pulls his shirt over his head discarding it wherever my dress went. Eddie kisses my forehead and gets up for a moment. I sit there, suddenly shy. I try to cover myself. I now realize how soft the covers and pillows are. I hear him shuffle in the drawers, then slides off his pants, leaving him in his boxers. When Eddie comes back, he is holding a condom. Eddie crawls back on top of me with a big smile. He kisses my neck. My ears. My chest. My arms. My legs. My stomach. Everywhere. He left small marks every once and a while. Eddie kisses my neck once more, leaving hickeys everywhere. I feel time stop. Just me and Eddie. My head is looking up, my arms are behind my head, my waist is moving uncontrollably. "mh," I hear Eddie mumble. His hands caressed my delicate skin, soothing the chills in my soul. I swear I can hear my heart beating in every vein I have. I am gasping for breath. My fingers lingered on his boxers that were hanging dangerously low on his hips. Instinctively, I slowly pulled them lower and lower. "Eager I see," Eddie mumbles, opening the condom in his hand still. I take a moment to look around. The lights are dim. All of our shit is everywhere. It reminds me of Eddie's trailer. It smells like drugs. Weed. Cigarettes. I think that covers it. Not to mention that Eddie and I are high as fuck. I didn't notice Eddie had slipped it on. He looks at me for one final glance of approval. I say "hell yes." I am instantly caught by surprise. The feeling of pins and needles at first. I reach for a fistful of sheets. Eddie doesn't move for a second. "Are you okay?" He's concerned. I nod. I stare into his eyes for comfort. I get used to the feeling until it fades away. Eddie calms and goes at a steady pace. My mouth is threatening to explode with noises. My back arches. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt. I am begging, desperate for more. Everything around us is fading until all I can see and hear and feel is this man.
"You're doing great, love," Eddie declares. Eddie leans down to kiss me. I grab his hair. I uncontrollably moan into the kiss. I am dizzy. I can't tell time. Has it been 5 seconds...minutes? 5 hours? Time collapses before Eddie and I. His teeth catch my bottom lip for a second. I'm clinging to him. His body is so hot. My arms wrapped around his neck with my hands in his long hair. I wonder if I am dreaming. This whole night has felt like a dream. The thought of Eddie between my legs, uninterrupted moments seem too good to be true. I know that the only thing I want us this man. My heart is melting, collapsing. My body tenses, waking me up from my "dream". My legs wrap themselves tighter around him. "Eddie," I mumble pulling away, my arms relaxing. I look into his chocolate-brown eyes and simply melt. I feel him slow. I let out a steady breath. I feel his heart beating fast. His head collapses next to mine as he finds his release. Eddie catches his breath for a moment. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" Eddie asks me, his chest still heaving. I smile, "I'm more than okay." Eddie kisses me again, and I am dizzy. I don't breathe. My head spins around and around until it is completely numb. Numb of feeling. I think my heart is exploding. Eddie pulls away, kissing my chest, neck, anywhere. I breath heavily. My chest rising and falling. His love-bites littered all over my body like trash on highways.
Eddie gets up, cleaning himself up I assume. I snuggle up under the covers. Eddie comes back. "Okay," he jumps on the bed, "do you want me to run you a bath?" I feel unbelievably heavy. Like someone turned up the gravity. "No, I'm too tired," I push my eyelids back with my index finger. "Okay, let me at least clean you up," he jogs into the bathroom, and comes out with a wet washcloth. "Eddie is so sweet," I think to myself. He hands me a bottle of water. "Thanks," I smile. "Anything for you, my love," Eddie says dramatically, but no matter how he says it, I know he means it. Eddie lays on the bed in front of me, neither of us are clothed. "Do you need anything else?" he asks. "Sleep," I whine grabbing him. I fall asleep with him in my arms.