𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 - 𝔈𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔐𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔫 ¹⁸⁺

Chapter 8 - You Shook Me All Night Long

TW: Smut

Eddie gripped her behind as Louella jumped, wrapping her legs around his middle. Her hands found his hair, her fingers tangling in his soft locks. A brush of his tongue against her lips had her opening fully for him. He swept in and groaned at the taste of her.

"Where's your bedroom?" He asked between kisses.

"Upstairs, second door on the left."

As they continued making out, he carried her toward her room. Once they were inside, he dropped her on her bed, breaking the kiss. He stood over her, looking around her room,

"Rich kid," he smirked.

She gripped onto the neckline of his shirt, pulling him down toward her,

"Shut up,"

Louella kissed Eddie as one of his hands explored the skin under her shirt, the other braced beside her head. He traced lines up and down from the bottom of her bra to the top of her shorts. The coldness of his rings against her warm skin caused her to shudder.

He broke the kiss and tugged on the fabric of her shirt,

"Can I take this off?"

She nodded. He took it off to reveal her full breasts covered by a pink lacy bra.

"Jesus Christ" he swore, admiring her.

She grinned, sitting up slightly to take off her bra. She threw it on the ground and laid back down.

He bent over her, her breathing becoming sharp as a finger found one of her nipples. He traced circles around it as she reached down the unzip her shorts. He pinched her nipple just short of drawing pain, and she arched into the touch, a silent plea for more. Below his waist, she could just make out his hardness. She skimmed a hand against it, squeezing, causing him to groan.

As Eddie lowered his mouth to Louella's breast, he moved his fingers to her untouched one. She let out a soft moan as his tongue flicked over her nipple. He lifted his head slightly to meet her stare as he bit down lightly.

"Fuck" she moaned.

He repeated the movement on her other breast before he began leaving a trail of hickeys up to her neck. He stopped at the soft skin beneath her ear, his hand on her shorts, ready to take them off.

"You sure you want to do this?"

She nodded and he pulled back to look at her,

"Use your words, sweetheart."

"Yes. Fuck, yes."

He let out a small laugh before his hand drifted south. His fingers slid underneath her underwear and brushed against the wetness pooled there, causing him to swear, drawing his hand back. Her wetness gleamed on his two fingers, and her eyes darkened as he lifted them to his mouth and licked them, one by one.

Her body ached, clamping around emptiness, desperate for something to fill it. For him to fill it. She stroked her fingers down the length of his cock, still trapped within his pants. And as she made a second pass, he slanted his mouth over hers.

It was a grazing, taunting kiss.

Before she could do anything, he was sinking to his knees on the ground. She went to sit up, but he placed a hand on her navel, pushing her back against the mattress. Eddie slid her shorts down her soft tanned legs, followed by her underwear. He picked up her panties, spinning them on his finger,

"Pink lace? So childish."

Louella was tempted to kick him in the face. But he dropped them on the ground and gripped her thighs with his large hands. His rings were sure to leave a dent in her skin. He pushed her thighs apart and wasted no time with gentle passes.

He licked clean up her centre and she threw her head back, her spine arching. He did it again before pressing a finger against her clit. Just enough pressure that she was biting on her lip but not too much so that she would be begging for more. He added a little more pressure as he began placing kisses along her inner thigh.

"Fuck, Eddie, stop teasing."

He arched an eyebrow at her.

"Please. Please stop teasing."

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." he smiled against her skin as he slowly pushed his finger inside her.

He began pumping his finger in a slow, teasing rhythm. She undulated her hips against him, hard enough to drive his finger a little deeper. He pulled it out nearly all the way before adding a second, stretching and filling her.

"You're so fucking tight,"

Louella let out another moan as his lips found her clit. He sucked on it, teeth grazing lightly. Eddie began pumping his fingers faster and faster, release gathering in her abdomen.

"Eddie, I'm gonna-"

He stopped.

"Not yet, sweetheart, not yet."

He got back onto his feet and pushed her further up the bed. He climbed on top of her, placing kisses all the way up her body to her mouth. He pulled back to look at her as he re-inserted his fingers. She moaned, shutting her eyes, and turning her head away from him.

"Lou, look at me," he told her.

She didn't.

"Look at me."

She opened her eyes but kept her head tilted away from him. He sighed and brought his wet fingers to her face. He squeezed her face and turned her head so that she was looking at him,

"Break the eye contact and I stop, got it?"

She nodded but he squeezed her face tighter.

"Yes." she squeaked.

His fingers trailed back down south and found her entrance. He began to pump his fingers even faster than before, his rings adding to the sensation. She started moaning loud enough for the neighbours to hear, causing Eddie to grin,

"Come for me, sweetheart"

Louella rode his hand until her climax hit her with full force, crying out his name as she gripped onto the bedsheets. He didn't stop until she completely collapsed against the mattress. He slid out his fingers, leaving her empty. As he got up, she just laid there, trying to recover.

"You alright?" he laughed.

She sat up,

"Wonderful."

He passed her her clothes before walking toward her door.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked, causing him to stop.

"Home...?"

"What? You're not gonna- you know..."

"Ah," he grinned, "Not tonight, sweetheart, 'kay? I wanna leave it to your imagination for a while."

She threw her shirt at him,

"You're mean."

"Mine now." he said as he took the shirt and started walking back downstairs.

"Wait- shit."

She quickly put her clothes back on and a random shirt she found under her bed. As she made her way downstairs, she found him walking toward her kitchen. Empty bottles and pizza boxes in hand. He was cleaning up. Kinda cute she thought. He emerged from the kitchen, a grin on his face. He picked up his guitar that he'd placed by the door and turned to her,

"Tonight was fun, we should do it again sometime."

"We will if I have anything to do with it."

"Good."

He turned to open the door and walk out but stopped in the doorway,

"Don't miss me too much" he winked before leaving and walking towards his van.

She ran outside and watched him drive away, eyes wide and a shocked smile plastered across her face. D-did he seriously just leave? He's coming back... right?

She waited for another minute before walking back inside. What the fuck just happened?