[ There life seems filled with should haves, would haves, could haves. He tries not to think about how their life might be different now, how they might already have a life together. None of that matters, because he has her now, and he is hardly in a state to consider any other possibilities besides this one.
Eddie pulls her half way onto his lap, the hand that has been paying attention to her breasts drifting downward, slipping beneath her skirt. Their mouths move together in messy, frantic motions, as he rubs her through her panties. Fuck, she's already wet, and between that sensation and the way she's touching him, it's a miracle that he doesn't cum in his pants right there. He tries to draw it out for her, to press and grand his hand against her clit, but he's in no state to wait much longer.
He fumbles at his best, gets things undone and shoves his jeans and boxers to his knees as quickly as he can manage. It seems his cock has fought the war against whiskey dick and won, so he pulls her to fully straddle him, the two of them face to face. For just a moment he looks at her, so wound up and absolutely lovely. Then he pushes aside her panties so he can pull her down onto him, and the feeling of her makes him cry out. ]
Oh, fuck, fuck, Chrissy--
[ He's not going to last long, he can feel it. It's just another thing he'll have to make up to her. ]
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[ There life seems filled with should haves, would haves, could haves. He tries not to think about how their life might be different now, how they might already have a life together. None of that matters, because he has her now, and he is hardly in a state to consider any other possibilities besides this one.
Eddie pulls her half way onto his lap, the hand that has been paying attention to her breasts drifting downward, slipping beneath her skirt. Their mouths move together in messy, frantic motions, as he rubs her through her panties. Fuck, she's already wet, and between that sensation and the way she's touching him, it's a miracle that he doesn't cum in his pants right there. He tries to draw it out for her, to press and grand his hand against her clit, but he's in no state to wait much longer.
He fumbles at his best, gets things undone and shoves his jeans and boxers to his knees as quickly as he can manage. It seems his cock has fought the war against whiskey dick and won, so he pulls her to fully straddle him, the two of them face to face. For just a moment he looks at her, so wound up and absolutely lovely. Then he pushes aside her panties so he can pull her down onto him, and the feeling of her makes him cry out. ]
Oh, fuck, fuck, Chrissy--
[ He's not going to last long, he can feel it. It's just another thing he'll have to make up to her. ]