[ Both of them practically claw at each other, desperate to be close, to feel more and more, and more. It goes by in kind of a blur, neither of them in a place to last particularly long. But Eddie keeps a singular focus on making sure Chrissy is the first to go over the edge, watching her unravel and lose herself to wave after wave of pleasure.
Eddie isn't far behind, gripping her hips tightly as he can as his hips arc in their last few thrusts. He cries out her name as he comes, pulls her close so he can kiss her, slow and needy. Another long moment passes before he eases out of her, though he's quick to pull her close.
It's a little strange, in a way he can't describe, as he holds her close. He's tired, sure, in a way anyone would be but-- there's something else. He feels diminished, somehow, tired in a way that radiates from his bones. For now, he assumes that's natural, just part of the frenzied, desperate, process. Nothing to worry about. ]
Feel better? [ He asks softly, turning his head to press a kiss to her temple. ] That was incredible.
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Eddie isn't far behind, gripping her hips tightly as he can as his hips arc in their last few thrusts. He cries out her name as he comes, pulls her close so he can kiss her, slow and needy. Another long moment passes before he eases out of her, though he's quick to pull her close.
It's a little strange, in a way he can't describe, as he holds her close. He's tired, sure, in a way anyone would be but-- there's something else. He feels diminished, somehow, tired in a way that radiates from his bones. For now, he assumes that's natural, just part of the frenzied, desperate, process. Nothing to worry about. ]
Feel better? [ He asks softly, turning his head to press a kiss to her temple. ] That was incredible.