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Soft moans tumbled from Eddie's pink lips as he nosed in closer to your dripping core, closer to where he longed to be the most. Between your thighs.

Lying down on his stomach, with each of your legs spread so invitingly open for him, he glides his tongue over your glistening arousal, tasting every inch of you. 

In-between your thighs is where Eddie was his happiest. To listen to your breathy moans as your fingers weaved their way to tangle into his long, dark hair. To feel your hands gently tugging at his soft curls. He'd stay there forever if you'd let him. To have you completely at his mercy, with him happily feasting on every inch of you, as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you until you're pleading for him to stop.

His eager cock pressed against the mattress inside his boxers, his slim hips rutting into the sheets shamelessly, leaving the sticky evidence of his indiscretions as a problem for later. Right now, all he cares about is making you feel good.

He sweeps through your pussy, taking the time to savour the feeling of every little bump and ridge, and feeling the gentle pulse of your clit under his talented tongue. He carefully slips in two of his long guitarist’s fingers inside your tight wet heat as he devours you, crooking them in just the right way to have you fall apart for him.

“That's it, pretty girl, don't gotta do anything for me, this is all about you tonight. Just wanna make you feel good”

He can't help but let out a satisfied smirk when he feels the tell-tale sign of the quiver in your thighs. That's how he knows he's got you exactly where he wants you. 

“Yeah, you close, baby? Can feel how your pretty pussy just wants to come for me. Come on, give it to me, Sweetheart, let yourself feel good.”

Eddie, who prides himself on usually being a confident, almost cocky man in the bedroom, who definitely knows what he's doing. Knows how to play your body with practiced ease. Knows exactly how to pleasure you in just the right way to have you begging for him. 

but the moment he gets between your thighs it’s a completely different story. He's practically insatiable.

He's whiny, and desperate. Eagerly rutting his hips into the mattress to relieve the pressure on his aching cock. His needy, flushed tip peeks out from the waistband of his boxers, with drops of pre-cum sticking against the dark hairs of his tummy. His pink cock presses against the softest part of his stomach as he grinds down into the sheets beneath him, getting off to the mere taste of your essence of his tongue.

His tongue swirls around every inch of your cunt, lapping up every drop of your glistening arousal. He wants to taste you. To feel you. To feel the gentle pulse of your clit as you fall apart on his tongue. He wants it all so badly. He needs it.

“Please, just want you to feel good. Can feel how close you are, Honey. I can feel how this pretty pussy just wants to come for me. Just give it to me, baby. Just want you to feel good.”

His words serve to spur you on, making you feel like you’re the one true object of his affections.

Your stomach ripples as the flames of pleasure burn brighter and brighter, blazing you closer to the edge. As your clit is gently suckled between his perfect lips you feel the flood rush over you, shuddering electric shocks prickle your skin as he pushes you over that edge. Falling over the edge of pleasure with only him to catch you.

“That’s it…” he coos softly, smirking against your cunt, dragging his tongue over your folds “that's my good girl.”

Your head thumps back against the soft pillows with your chest heaving from the rush of release when you see that Eddie has made himself comfortable right next to you, with his back flat against the bed. 

The bulge of his cock stands proudly, pushing up from underneath his boxers, longing to be freed. 

“Up here, I’m not finished with you yet, Sweetheart.” he says with a lazy smirk pulling at his lips as he taps two fingers to his chin. “Want you to sit on my face.”

There’s a beat of hesitation. You’d never done that with Eddie before. 

“Uh..A-are you sure about that Teddie? What if I crush you and you can’t breathe?” you worry.

“Then I want you to put it on my headstone that I died doing what I loved. Now get on up here and claim your throne, Princess.”

Tentatively you swing your legs over Eddie, just so you're hovering over his face, looking down at him bracketed between your thighs.

“Stop that hovering bullshit, I asked you to sit on my face, Sweetheart, that means all the way down.”

You lower your hips down slowly until Eddie decides that he's had enough of waiting and hooks his arms around your thighs to bring your slick cunt against his lips.

His talented tongue wastes no time once again delving in to taste every inch of you. He moans into you, fully immersing himself in the divine pleasure of having your slick essence dripping on his tongue.

He eats you out like a man starved, hungry to pull every last little bit of pleasure from your beautiful body.

You can't help but let your hips move slightly, chasing your second high of the night as your sensitive clit catches on the perfectly round tip of his nose, nudging against you so perfectly that it has you clinging to the edge embarrassingly early. 

And Eddie knows it. He knows it all too well. It's in the subtle twitch of your thighs, the slight catch in your breath and the little high pitch whine that springs from your lips like a prayer.

“Come on baby, just ride it out against my face, just wanna drink you in, baby.” he mumbles as best he can from underneath you, encouraging you every step of the way, wanting nothing more than for you to feel good.

And as his lips and tongue work together in tandem you're tumbling over the edge, shuddering through the electricity of another dizzying orgasm. Drenching Eddie in your wetness.

“That's it, there's my good fuckin’ girl..” he slurs as you slowly remove yourself from sitting on top of him.

All Eddie can do is lay there with a wide, satisfied smirk and lust-hazed chocolate brown eyes.

“Your turn now?” You ask, happy to return the favour, and perhaps even the playing field. Two again zero hardly felt fair.

“Oh you don't have to worry about me, Sweetheart, I kind-of…already…” he trails off, but when you follow his gaze you see the streams of white splattered to the softest part of his stomach, sticking down the smattering trail of dark hair.

“Oh.” You blush.

“Yeah.” he smiles back unashamedly, his boyish grin spreading across his flushed face.

“Y’know, I was kind of hoping I could return the favour.” you mumble against him between trying to get your breath back and peppering loving kisses into the soft and warm skin in the crook of his neck.

At your words Eddie’s cock gives a twitch of interest, already beginning to chub up against his stomach.

“Well, I guess if he’s ready for another round, then so am I.”