[Oh, there's no doubt that he's going to make it up to her. Her time being back with Jason means she's used to being fucked with little to no foreplay. He's only interested in getting off and rolling over. Eddie paying actual attention to her body is a shock. One that makes her desire for him run hot as her leg hitches up against him.
He's able to make her gasp and lowly groan, a sound she hasn't heard herself make in years. Cheeks flush as her back arches enough that she's sure it looks like she's desperate already. And maybe she is, because her hands slip down his exposed chest and along his stomach, before they impatiently reach his pants.
Drunk enough that it's a challenge, she fumbles with his belt before managing to get her hands on the button and zipper on his pants. She wants him so badly that she'll tear off his pants if she has to. But he definitely seems eager and just as needy as she is. The fact that alcohol is involved only makes them rush more than their horny state already demands. It's messy, but it's hot.
And she loves every second of it.
He's coaxed her nipple to a hard peak, and she curses low beneath her breath as she captures his lips in another kiss. It's open mouthed and sloppy, broken all too soon, although Chrissy doesn't let her head fall back against the couch right away. Instead their warm breaths mingle, the sound of their panting filling the room. Beneath them, the couch groans in protest at having to hold them up.
Chrissy laughs at the sound, her nose nudging against his cheek before she dips her head to work along his throat.]
I should be the one making it up to you. I should've ended things with Jason before graduation.
[There's a lot of things they could have done. A lot they should have done, too. But things hadn't worked out that way. And she isn't sure she'd change that. Not if it's led to this moment.]
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He's able to make her gasp and lowly groan, a sound she hasn't heard herself make in years. Cheeks flush as her back arches enough that she's sure it looks like she's desperate already. And maybe she is, because her hands slip down his exposed chest and along his stomach, before they impatiently reach his pants.
Drunk enough that it's a challenge, she fumbles with his belt before managing to get her hands on the button and zipper on his pants. She wants him so badly that she'll tear off his pants if she has to. But he definitely seems eager and just as needy as she is. The fact that alcohol is involved only makes them rush more than their horny state already demands. It's messy, but it's hot.
And she loves every second of it.
He's coaxed her nipple to a hard peak, and she curses low beneath her breath as she captures his lips in another kiss. It's open mouthed and sloppy, broken all too soon, although Chrissy doesn't let her head fall back against the couch right away. Instead their warm breaths mingle, the sound of their panting filling the room. Beneath them, the couch groans in protest at having to hold them up.
Chrissy laughs at the sound, her nose nudging against his cheek before she dips her head to work along his throat.]
I should be the one making it up to you. I should've ended things with Jason before graduation.
[There's a lot of things they could have done. A lot they should have done, too. But things hadn't worked out that way. And she isn't sure she'd change that. Not if it's led to this moment.]