#ed warren

It’s the white dress that stops mid thigh, the white bow in her hair, the cookies that she brings over every day after church, the sweet scent of her perfume that fills his nose when she’s near. Him and Lorraine have been estranged for awhile, problems of their own and the last thing he would ever want is to think of another woman, a younger one. The one that lives across the street from them, the one that’s had dinner at his house before.

“You seem distracted.” She stated as she sat across from him as he went over the details for his and Lorraine’s new lecture.

He looked at her and set the paper down, taking in the curious look on her face. She study him as he got lost in thought again.

“Ed?” She asked with a small smile on her face. 

“Huh? Yeah I’m fine.” He said, breaking out of his trance and looking back at the papers.

She let out a chuckle and took the paper from his hands, making him look up at her again.

“These are great Ed but you seem distracted. I’m sure Lorraine has things down.” She said, eyes skimming the paper.

She couldn’t care less about the words on the paper but the man across from her was a different story. She was fond of him, adored him even and most certainly had a crush on him. She knew about the way things were between him and Lorraine and knew that things were most likely over between them but she felt guilty for thinking of him like she did.

“Yeah I guess I have been.” He said and she set the paper down to look at him.

“I’m sure you and her can work things out.” He shook his head and bit his lip.

That wasn’t his concern anymore, hadn’t been for awhile. He loved her and always would but that book had closed and it was hard to keep a new one from opening. He wasn’t even sure if the girl in front of him saw him like that, maybe she would be freaked out if she knew how he felt.

“That’s over with. We all know it.” He said and felt his heart stop when he felt her hand on his.

“I’m here for you Ed.” It was a comfort thing but he couldn’t ignore the feeling in his stomach and chest at her touch.

“Let’s talk about you, any new guys?” She laughed at his question.

She recalled the numerous guys Lorraine tried to set her up with.

“Nope, only in my dreams.” She sighed and tapped her fingers on the table.

He shook his head, “That’s unfortunate.”

She couldn’t ignore the tension that was laced between them. The way he tensed up when she placed her hands on his and the way that he stared at her as she spoke.

“Any new women?” She asked, trying to get him to crack.

He smiled and looked at her before repeating her words, “Only in my dreams.”

She chuckled and pulled her hand away. He missed her touch as soon as she pulled her hand away, wanting more of it.

“What’s your dream girl like?” She asked.

He wanted to say that it was her and that she was all he could think about after him and Lorraine’s fall out. She was the face in his dreams and that she never leaves his mind. He felt like he was staring at her, trying to think of what to say and how to describe her without saying it was her but by the look on her face it would seem everything that he was thinking, he said.

“Me?” She asked, shocked that he felt the same.

“I-I didn’t mean to say that.” He was blushing and embarrassed but all she could do was smile at him.

“Well I'm glad that you did because you’re the guy in my dreams.” She winked at him.

The world seemed to stop for a moment after their confessions. It was all out on the table now like the scattered papers of his lecture and all they could do with it was react. She got up from her side of the table and went to his, he stared at her in shock that it seemed like this was going to end in the sheets and he was okay with that.

He pulled her closer and in his lap before he kissed her. Her brain seemed to stop working as soon as his lips touched hers, like it was a dream that she could control. She kissed back and wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. His hands, like a gentleman, stayed on her hips.

The kiss got a little messier as she began grinding in his lap. He groaned into the kiss and she took control, shoving her tongue in his mouth. He let her have all the control that she wanted for the time. His hands gripped her hips hard as she moved them, her clothed clit was rubbing against his hard dick making her moan into the kiss.

She pulled away from the kiss to breathe and he leaned forward and began kissing her neck, his hands moved down to her ass, causing her to gasp. Maybe it was the lack of sex she’s had or maybe it was because she was soaked right now but she felt like she could cum from this and she wanted it to move further.

“Wait.” She pulled away from him and her hips stopped.

“My bed is down the hall.” She tells him and he wasted no time getting there with her in his arms.

Her bedroom was nice and sweet, just like he pictured it. It was clean and the bed was made for the time being. He placed her on the bed like she was glass and he didn’t want her to break. The dress that she was wearing was higher than normal and nearly revealed her soaked panties. He pushed the dress up higher, impatient to see her and his eyes widened at the sight.

There was a huge wet spot on her cotton panties and her hips bucked up wanting his touch. She softly whispered his name, needy as she wanted to feel him. His fingers pressed the wet spot and she let out a whimper as she felt pressure. It was so good and she was dying for more.

“So wet.” He muttered as he rubbed her there.

She had no reason to have her hand over her mouth but she was letting out the most pathetic noises just at his touch.

He felt her gush against her panties as they became more wet and he chuckled, “So needy and it’s just my fingers.”

He teased but he felt it as well. He would probably cum as soon as she touched him.

“Ed please.” She cried and he pulled down her wet panties to see her bare pussy covered in her juices.

She looked so angelic right now and he couldn’t wait to have her. His dick was painful pressed against his boxers but he ignored it to play with  her pussy some more and hear her wonderful noises. Her head was thrown back and her eyes closed as she let out a high pitched noise at the feeling of his fingers against her.

Her clit was puffy and needy as he rubbed circles on it, watching her hips buck and hump his hand. She was so beautiful and her swollen lips were in a pout as it seemed like she needed more to cum. He stopped rubbing her clit and moved to her entrance. He felt her tense up when she realized that he was about to finger her.

She held her breath as she felt his finger enter her slowly, taking in how tight she was. Her walls closed around his finger as he pushed in. Her jaw was dropped as she tried to hold back her noises. She was wet and warm and taking him so nicely. He waited a second before moving his finger and curling it causing her to gasp and grip the bedsheets.

Her hips bucked again and he began pumping his finger really fast watching how her wetness dripped onto her bedsheets. His hand was soaked with her juices and it made him even harder. The soft moan of his name caused him to add another finger and curl them. She choked out a loud moan and started grinding her hips. 

She’s never felt anything this good before and it was causing her to feel lightheaded from pleasure and her noises got louder. Ed watched as her body shook and she clenched on his fingers moaning about how close she was.

“Cum for me. Let me see how pretty you are when you cum.” She groaned and let herself relax as she came all over his fingers.

His fingers slowed a little so she could ride it out. Her hips moved hard and slow as little whines left her lips. Cum dripped down to his hand and onto her bedsheets.

“Fuck.” She cursed and it was a whisper so sharp and full of emotion.

He removed his fingers and his eyes widened at the sight. She caught her breath and came down from her high as he cleaned his fingers. She tasted amazing and if he wasn’t so hard right now he would eat her all night. Her eyes opened as she heard the zipper of his jeans and she sat up.

His cock was covered but he looked big and she could tell he was aching to be touched. She watched as he pulled down his boxers and his dick sprang up to his stomach.

“You’re so big.” She whispered, excited and nervous and definitely turned on at the sight.

He turned red at the compliment and unbuttoned his shirt. She realized that she was also nearly fully clothed and took off her dress and bra. They were both fully naked and staring at each other for a minute. He hadn’t seen another woman naked besides Lorraine and she’s never seen a man naked before.

“I need you Ed.” Broke him out of his trance and he got on the bed and straddled her.

She stared up at him, lips parted and eyes wide with lust. One orgasm wasn’t enough for her, she needed him inside of her. One minute they were like nervous teenagers trying to have sex for the first, giggling at any fuck up and the next he’s inside of her as the air leaves her lungs.

She feels full and out of breath as she waits for him to move. He’s still trying to adjust to how tight she was and how pretty she looked. His hips weren’t the first to move as she was getting needy. He had to bite back a moan as she thrusted her hips up and all she felt was pure pleasure.

He took that as a sign to move and the bed was rocking. Ed’s hips were rocking hard and fast as he listened to the filthy sounds that left her lips. High pitch whines and moans that covered the noise of the bed hitting the wall. It was just like in his dreams. How she felt and how she tasted, how hot she looked getting fucked out by someone who wasn’t even divorced yet.

His eyes stared at her tits that were bouncing with each thrust. Drool leaving her lips and all she could focus on was the pleasure in her core and the sexy man above her that was causing it. His name leaves her lips like a prayer, like it was the only word she knew. Each thrust was hitting her sweet spot and making her cry out.

It was a good thing she lived alone and across the street from him because she was loud enough to be heard probably next door. He didn’t feel ashamed or guilty for this, it felt right, like it was meant to happen. She was panting and her hands gripped his back as she felt his breath on her neck and heard his groans in her ear.

It was enough to send her over the edge before she could tell him. He gasped as he felt her gush all over his dick as she let out a broken cry. Her body shook and stuttered underneath him like she was possessed and the feeling caused her vision to go white. Ed was close as he pulled back to watch her.

Her back was arched and the little cries that left her as he was still thrusting, chasing his high was pure art.

“I’m almost there.” He promised her as she whined at the oversensitivity.

It was too much and she needed a break but Ed hadn’t cum yet.

“Ed please.” She begged and cried for his cum as he pounded into her.

Her eyes rolled as she felt him twitch in her.

“I’m gonna cum.” He moaned and she gasped, feeling him cum inside of her.

His body stuttered as he rode out his high and emptied himself inside of her until there was nothing. His hips stopped and she let out a sigh in relief. Her hands rubbed his neck and back while he calmed down.

“So good.” She whispered and he kissed her neck.

“Was it as good as in your dreams?” He asked and she nodded.

“Better.” She breathed out and felt him pull out of her and collapsed next to her.

She wondered if this was a one time thing or were him and Lorraine done for good. She realized that she noticed he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring for the first time and that gave her hope. He looked over at her as she thought about what this meant for them.

“Lorraine and I are done.” He told her, like he could read her mind.

She turned to him with a small smile, “I would apologize but this was amazing.”

An apology wasn’t needed, he thought. Lorraine probably wouldn’t be too happy about it but it wasn’t like he did it while they were happily married. It was over long ago and now all they needed was to sign the papers.

He got up from the bed and grabbed his clothes, “I’ll see you after our lecture tomorrow and we can talk about this.”

He promised her and she nodded. She watched him walk out the door as she laid on her bed in thought.

“Ed, wait.” She yelled and he heard her voice before he could leave.

She ran out of her room still naked and kissed him on the lips. He chuckled and kissed her back before heading back to his house. She smiled to herself and couldn’t believe that it happened. 

He had left his lecture papers on her table and she decided early the next morning to return them. The lecture wasn’t for another 2 hours so she quickly got ready and went over to his house. She had hoped that he would answer the door but it was Lorraine who didn’t like thrilled to see her. Ed must have told her or she had her theories.

“Here’s Ed’s lecture papers for today.” She gave them to her with a whisper.

Lorraine took them from her and she went to leave without a word but Lorraine spoke up, “Ya know he’s looked at you like he’s wanted you for years. I knew he’d take action on it eventually. I guess I should be glad it was after we decided it was over.”

She had turned to Lorraine with wide eyes.

“You know?” She asked and Lorraine laughed, it was bitter.

“He’s not good at keeping things a secret but you left marks on him so maybe that gave it away.” She blushed as she remembered the marks that were definitely on his back and how Lorraine saw them.

You pulled the headset from your head, the phantom screaming still lingering in your ears as you paused the tape. You rubbed your eyes with your palms as you rested your elbows on the table, feeling almost defeated.

It had been a week since you’d first arrived, and you were still waiting for clearance from the church for you to contend on their behalf. In the meantime, you’d had the grueling task of combing through dozens of taped sessions the family members had conducted themselves.

It wasn’t so bad, though. You ended up splitting the load with your partner, Ed. While it still measured up to at least a hundred tapes each, it still felt a little less daunting.

You pushed your chair out from beneath the table, standing to stretch your legs for the first time in a couple of hours. It was late, half past midnight to be exact, but you had no intention of sleeping yet.

Your eyes scoured the hotel room, taking in all of its emptiness. A bed in the corner, a table covered with case notes and boxes of cassettes, a coffee pot, and a bathroom. It didn’t offer you much, but it made do.

You slunk over to the coffee pot on the counter, dumping the burnt contents into the sink before preparing a new pot. It became a ritual, the come and go, almost like a dance you did all alone.

It was times like these that you began to wonder what Ed might be up to on the other side of your shared wall. Was he sleeping? Was he transcribing tapes? Was he pacing a hole into the carpet, waiting for clearance? You could only wonder, as he rarely divulged into his personal life.

Edward, Ed, Warren. Who really was he? Besides the obvious devotion to God, what made him tick? You’d noticed a lot over the weeks you’d been paired with him, the callouses he’d built on his palms— revealing he used to work with his hands. Something menial and repetitive. The punctuality was unlike anyone you’d ever met. If you needed to leave at 6, he had the car packed and ready by 5:50. He was never late, ever. Always perfectly, sometimes annoyingly, on time.

You poured the freshly brewed coffee into your cup, the steam kissing your cheeks as you took a quick sip. Hot. Caffeinated. Much like the hotel, it would make do. You pulled a second paper cup from the stack on the counter, filling it generously with the dark liquid. Maybe Ed would appreciate mediocre coffee as much as you do.

You slipped out of the door, using your foot to close it behind you, before carefully knocking on his door— trying to avoid spilling coffee everywhere.

Within a few seconds, the door swung open, the stark scent of cedar and musk exuding from the room. Ed stood inside, one hand on the door frame and another on the door, looking forward inquisitively. “Hey,” he began. “What’s—,”

You pushed the paper cup towards him, “I just made a new pot of coffee, I thought you might like some. Especially if you’re still up going through the tapes like I’ve been.”

The man smiled, giving a small nod as he took the cup from your hand. “Thank you, would you like to come in? Maybe we could take a break and just discuss what we have so far?”

You nodded, taking a sip of your coffee. “Yeah, that sounds nice. I’ve been melting my brain with how long I’ve been listening to these tapes.”

Ed moved to the side, opening up his hotel room to you. “I’ve been trying to focus on isolating the EMF in the background, but it’s all started to blend together.” He motioned towards his table, where stacks of handwritten notes littered the surface, and the boxes of tapes were strewn across the top of the bed.

You moved past Ed, taking in the stark difference between the two of you. The methods, the focus, even down to the Bible that lay open flat on the table's surface. “Have you found anything that the church might finally accept? The evidence requirements are getting tighter and tighter; they’ve been much less lenient.” You asked mindlessly, leaning down slightly to peek at the page he was open to.

Proverbs 5:18-19. Underlined. Interesting.

The man moved around the table, closing the open book swiftly, a flush of color decorating his cheeks. “Unrelated.” He moved the book onto the bed, looking back towards his notes. “Maybe, but I’m not sure. This whole case has my head spinning.”

“Do you want to talk about something else for a while? Maybe it would help clear our heads a bit.” You offered, motioning to the chair beside him.

Ed hesitated, a flash of uncertainty crossing his face before he nodded. “I don’t see why not.”

You pulled out your own chair, the overhead light illuminating the space between the two of you as you shared a short glance. “So, I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a while, but... who are you? Like, really. The only thing we talk about is cases, I’ve been curious about the man behind the... cross.” You emphasized, nodding your head slightly towards the large silver cross dangling before his crisp white t-shirt.

He chuckled slightly, looking down as he took the cross in between his fingers. “Well, this was a gift from my old man. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a more dainty kind of guy, but it’s served me well.” He twisted it around as he looked up, his eyes finally leveling with your own. He swallowed hard, cleaning his throat as he tucked the cross beneath his shirt.

“I’m not too interesting, honestly.” He took a sip of his coffee, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “What do you want to know, specifically?”

You leaned forward, placing your elbows on the table. “Hm, any family? What did you do before this?” Your eyes traced the outline of the necklace, the large metal protruding through the thin fabric. “Are you married? Kids?”

Ed chuckled heartily, leaning back against his chair, crossing his arms loosely. “Yes, my parents. They still live in Connecticut, where I was raised. As for your other question, no. To both. No wife, no kids.”

You nodded, looking at him from the rim of your coffee cup as you sipped quietly. The cogs in your brain had creaked forward slightly, a hot flush washing over your skin. “And before this? Altar boy? Army brat?”

He scoffed half heartedly, “Actually, my parents were grade A pacifists. I, on the other hand, joined the Navy when I was seventeen.” He stated matter-of-factly, a challenging smile pulling at his lips.

You raised your hands in mock surrender before resting them back on the tabletop, a smile resting on your lips. “So you’re a rebel then? Ed Warren, Outlaw.”

Ed shrugged a bit, “That’s definitely how it felt, they were so relieved when I came home and decided to start painting.” He puffed his chest out dramatically, taking on a deep, unnatural tone. ”See now, Edward, that’s a real fine trade. A very respectable profession.” He exhaled with a sigh, followed by soft chuckling.

You sat up straight, pointing a finger towards him accusingly. “I knew it! I could tell you worked with your hands.” You smiled, satisfied with your deductions.

He tilted his head slightly, raising an eyebrow. “How did you know? I don’t think anyone outside of Connecticut knows about my freelancing. What gave it away?” He rested his intertwined hands on the table.

You nodded towards his hands, reaching across the table gingerly to turn one towards the light.

Ed felt his breath catch in his throat as your hands grasped his own, his heart beating harder as he watched your fingers swipe gently over the well-established callouses that littered his palms. “O-oh. Yeah.” He laughed nervously, the warmth of your skin radiating into his.

You looked up at him, through the weight of your lashes, the pick up in his breath showing through his shirt as he stared down at where you connected. “Most people don’t notice things like that, but I’m just.. observational.” You pulled your hands back, the reality of the situation settling atop of you like the air before a rainstorm.

Like the few moments before being struck by lightning, you could feel the hair on your body stand up straight. You could feel the buzzing emanating through your palms where your bodies touched. You could feel the anticipation of the strike.

You cleared your throat, “So… Anything you want to know about me?” You asked quietly, the yellow overhead light casting a shadow over the man’s face as you peered over at him.

“No need. I know who you are.” Ed stated simply, his gaze feeling like a dissection as it remained unbroken in the moments passing. “I did my research before we met.”

It was your turn to stare, “Really?”

He nodded firmly, “Devotional saint, Birthday, Confirmation, Graduating class, Family tree. You name it.”

You were reeling, a flush painting your cheeks as you tried to read him. “Why? And.. beyond that.. why did it take us so long to talk? Especially if you already knew so much about me. Explain it to me.”

The man wet his lips slightly, “Honestly? I wanted to keep my.. distance.. from you. I didn’t want to get too close. I thought, if I learn everything about this woman before I meet her, I’ll have no reason to connect with her. It was working pretty well.. until,”

“Until I brought you coffee.” You hummed in acknowledgment, eyes drifting between the man and the evident racing of his heart through his shirt. “What’s so bad about connecting with me? Are you.. sexist or something?”

Ed shook his head furiously, almost offended. “No, absolutely not.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly, leaning further into the light. “Then what is it? What kind of threat could I pose to you?”

The man let his gaze drop from your own, eyes lingering on the way your sweater cuffed slightly around your neck— your carotid pulsing faster as you watched him. “I’ve had.. problems in the past with beautiful women. Problems resisting the temptation that follows.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your mouth drying out as you fished for the words to say. “Do.. do I.. tempt you, Ed?” You managed, after a few paralyzing moments.

The dark-haired man leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “You do.” He paused, eyes raking over your face slowly. “And I can tell that you’re also feeling... tempted by me.”

You swallowed harshly, chest rising and falling faster. “Am I?” You questioned, a small nervous laugh falling from your lips. “I don’t.. I don’t think so.”

“Really? Well, maybe I’m wrong.” Ed shrugged slightly, “But..” He led, standing slowly.

You pushed your own chair out, legs weak as you stood, watching as he made his way around the table, each step rejecting the morality he clung to. He knew better, you knew better. All the while, it seemed you both had begun to shed the constriction that had been instilled in you from the beginning. The church had been hesitant about a male/female pairing; suddenly, you knew what they were so scared of.

Ed was beside you now, the thick scent of his cologne whirling around you as he moved a hand to your chin. He pulled your face upwards to look at him, “You want me to believe that this... doesn’t make you feel something?” The pad of his thumb brushed your bottom lip, his gaze locked onto your mouth as he parted your lips.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. It felt as if his touch had swallowed up all of the oxygen in the room, leaving your chest burning with need. “Ed..” you trailed off, words a distant memory.

“Tell me this isn’t something you want, and I’ll let it go. I need to know.” He pleaded in a whisper, gaze flickering from your lips to your eyes. “But I.. I am more than okay to accept my punishment before God for the chance to touch you.”

The electricity crackled into lightning as you surged forward, capturing his lips with your own. Hand winding itself in the cotton of his t-shirt, the other stabilizing itself against the table.

His lips tasted like coffee and mint, the flavor blooming across your tongue as he parted your lips for entrance.

Ed pushed himself impossibly close, bodies meshing together as he dominated your tongue with his own. His hands slip beneath the hem of your sweater to hold your hips in place, the hot skin sending chills up his spine.

He broke the kiss momentarily, letting his lips roam the exposed skin of your neck, finally landing on the palpitating of your pulse point. He dragged his tongue languidly along it, stopping to pepper kisses into the center of your throat.

You sighed, hand moving to find his hair, head falling back to allow him more access. The knot in your stomach had tightened, the sheer weight of his touch melting through the hesitation you had once felt. If it was wrong, you commended all the people who had fallen victim along the way.

Ed lifted his gaze to meet your own, “Jump.” He demanded, swiftly lifting you onto the table top. He kissed you again, this time short lived, as he used an arm to shove all of the contents of the table onto the floor.

“Ed!” You exclaimed breathlessly, looking up at him incredulously.

He smiled something sinful, using his hand to guide your back down onto the table. “Forget the notes, forget the tapes.” He leaned over, the heavy metal cross swinging over your face. “Just focus on me.”

You nodded curtly, eyelashes fluttering as you adjusted your gaze to him. Before you could hesitate, you pushed up slightly— catching the cold metal between your teeth.

Ed groaned in response, and you could feel the heat of his hardening cock on your thigh. “Jezebel, have mercy.” He breathed, watching as you let the metal settle on your tongue. “If this wasn’t damning enough, there is surely no hope for us now.”

You smiled in response, releasing the cross from your mouth, “I’m okay with that.”

He pushed himself up, hands skimming down your clothed stomach as he made his way to the buttons of your pants. He took his time, carefully pulling the buttons loose to expose the light blue of your undergarments, the satin flush to your skin as he worked the tight tweed material off of your body.

You sat up slightly on your elbows, watching as he discarded the clothing on the floor. His hands slid gently over the newly exposed skin, a sharp breath taken as he kneaded the soft skin of your thighs.

His touch was ghostly, not unsure but cautious as he let his hands gather at the edges of your undergarments, pulling them dreadfully slowly. “You’re so beautiful,” He hummed, “lift your hips for me.”

You complied, a chill coursing through your body as the cold air hit the warmth of your core, your legs pressing closed as he threw your panties to the side.

“Ah, ah,” Ed murmured, hooking his arms around your thighs and pulling you down to him- pressing them open with his palms. “Don’t hide from me.”

You stifled a whine at the sight of him, the blood rushing to your face as you watched him ease his hand away from your thigh. “Ed, please.” You mumbled, breaths heavy with anticipation.

“Please, what?” He asked quietly, thumb moving to hover over your clit. A ghost of a touch sending electricity up your spine, eyes fluttering back in your head. “Do you want this?”

You swallowed thickly, “Yes.” You nodded mindlessly, hips bucking up slightly. “Please touch me.”

Ed’s thumb pressed harder into your clit, moving in slow circular motions. He watched carefully, devouring the way your body reacted to his touch. Every shift, every jerk, every single syllable that fell from your lips.

You let your eyes fall shut, eyebrows furrowing as you fell back against the table, the chill of the wood keeping you grounded. “Oh my god,” you whined, body vibrating with need. “Ed.”

Ed dipped down, practically on his knees before you, the warmth of his breath before your cunt making you jerk slightly. “Now, which is it?” He murmured, tracing his thumb along your opening, pulling more slick to your clit.

“W-what?”

He kissed the inside of your thigh, “I said, Which is it? Is it me or God?” He spoke crudely, mouth moving forward to place a soft kiss on your clit.

Your head began to spin, the feeling of his mouth making you buck your hips forward. “It’s you.” You sighed, melting into the feeling of his tongue lapping languidly at your glistening cunt.

He groaned into you, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure up your spine as you squeezed your thighs together around his head. You intertwined a hand in his dark locks, grinding up onto his mouth.

You couldn’t resist the cries that left your throat as he dipped his tongue into you, probing your cunt as his hand moved back up to rub lazy circles around your clit. His other hand moved back to your hip, planting you firmly against the table as he continued his assault on your core.

The pleasure rolled over you in tsunami-like waves, each stroke of his fingers and his mouth making your legs tremble as you felt the knot in your stomach get tighter and tighter. It was unlike anything you’d ever experienced, as was the light that had begun to glow behind your eyes as you squeezed them shut and prayed to god for him not to stop.

It took everything Ed had not to unravel right then; the rush that had overtaken him couldn’t see through the choir of noises that fell from your lips as you writhed beneath his touch. He was blinded to anything that wasn’t you, anything that didn’t satisfy this unseen hunger he held in his chest.

You felt a rush enter your hips, a white hot burning that exploded through your abdomen. Something that forced your body off the table, your back arching towards Ed as your words melted back into gibberish whines. The sufficiently feeling clouded your mind, pushing hot tears out of the corners of your eyes as you gasped for air.

“I need to feel you,” Ed groaned as he rose back up, using the back of his hand to wipe the slick from his mouth. He leaned over gently, pushing the hair that had fallen in your face to the side, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your throat. “Can you take it?” He asked between heavy breaths, the course material of his jeans rubbing against his painfully swollen erection.

You nodded quickly, pushing yourself up to sit on the table. Your hands reached out for him, landing on the cool metal of his belt buckle as you worked to free him from his constraint.

As quickly as you got the belt undone, he took over the rest. His pants and underwear pooling at his feet as he kicked them off, a hand moving down to grasp his cock- precum leaking from the tip as he looked back up at you. “Are you sure? We can still stop.” He spoke firmly, eyes softening in the yellow light.

“I’m sure, Ed. Please, I want to feel you.” You leaned back slightly, opening your legs wider, you could feel the pulsating of your cunt as he drew closer- your body begging for more. “All of you, please.”

Ed took a deep breath, wetting his lips with his tongue as he lined himself up with your entrance. “Tell me if it hurts, I promise I’ll stop.” He whispered, pushing the tip in.

Your head fell back, the fullness being such a foreign feeling, stretching with every inch he moved forward until he had bottomed out your pelvis flush against one another.

The man furrowed his eyebrows, panting slightly as your walls squeezed his cock torturingly. It was an ecstasy he had only ever dreamed about in the dark, hidden beneath his covers of shame. The feeling of your warm cunt, swallowing him whole, made him rethink every late night he had been burying his cock in his fist in some desperate attempt to please himself and not God.

You released a shaky breath, “You can.. You can move.” You nodded in confirmation, your hand finding his at the edge of the table, intertwining your fingers.

Ed pulled out slowly, before pushing back in. His eyes rolled back into his head, his body taking over as he set a pace, the explicit sound of your skin slapping together filling the empty hotel room as he lost himself in you.

“Oh god, Ed,” You gasped, nails digging into the back of his hand as your back arched off the table. The head of his cock has begun to press deliciously into the spongy spot inside of you, the sensation making your legs go numb as he moves in and out of you relentlessly.

The dark-haired man pressed closer to you, his other hand snaking under your sweater to grasp the soft flesh of your breast. “You feel so good, you’re so perfect.” He mewled into the space between you.

You bit back a scream as he quickened his pace, going deeper into you as he held you firmly beneath him. His eyes didn’t leave you, soaking up every second of the borderline pornographic sight, he didn’t think it could get any better than this.

He felt himself slipping, the jerk in his hips stuttering as he forced himself forward, “I’m gonna cum,” He breathed, “You see what you’ve done to me?” He slipped an arm beneath your back to lift you slightly for better access.

The angle lined him up perfectly with your g-spot, his hips hammering into you the best he could as he began to unravel, your body trembling beneath him.

You squeezed around him, arching slightly as you felt that familiar burning through your stomach. You locked your legs around his hips, feeling his cock twitch as ropes of hot cum coated your walls. You held him firmly in place, his body jerking as you milked him for everything he could give you.

He trembled before you, leaning forward to hold himself up on his palms, the cold wood grounding him back to reality. “Oh my god,” he breathed, hot tears leaking ever so slightly from the corners of his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” You nodded, chest heaving as you lifted a hand to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Are you?”

Ed smiled weakly, nodding. “I am, that was...” He shook his head, blinking quickly. “That was incredible. You’re incredible.”

You let your legs fall back to the table, allowing him to pull out of you. The separation left a hollowness in your chest, a wanting that stretched far beyond this lewd encounter. “Ed?” You breathed, hand searching for his.

The man pulled you up to meet him, holding you to his chest as he peered into your eyes. “What is it?” His words edged on worry, softness seeping into his touch as he held you firmly to him.

“I don’t want this to be nothing.”

Ed laughed, almost incredulously, before placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. “For better or for worse, we’re both damned, and personally, I wouldn’t forgo my eternity for nothing.”

He shook his head firmly, “This definitely isn’t nothing.”