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"I know you're not sleeping, Jones" he whispers again with a small huff of laughter, placing his hand directly on top of hers and giving it a tiny shake.
Decision was made for her.
Izabella slowly cracked her left eye open again, then quickly close it and bury her head into the pillow when she saw his sleepy, grinning face a whisper away from hers, "Nope, fast asleep."
"No fair," he murmurs.
Intrigued by what he means, hand still held in his, she slowly remove most of her face from the pillow, or at least enough that he can see her raise an eyebrow at him, and then you speak.
"Why no fair?"
He smirks, playing delicately with the fingers on her hand and says, "You got to stare at me. I wanna join in."
Izabella huffs out a laugh. Teasing she can do. Teasing is safe, familiar territory. The implications of what he just said – what you know he meant - is not. "You wanna join in lookin' at you? Narcissist."
"No, dumbass, not nearly as interesting as looking at you."
Izabella's cheeks flush immediately and she felt her eyes close in order to retain some order of control over herself in this situation. She swallowed as she felt his rough, calloused fingers dance over her wrist, hovering over her pulse point and she felt weak at how exposed he's got her emotionally.
A whisper of, "Izabella" makes her eyes flutter open and face him. The soft smile he sends her as he meets her eyes makes the pulse race even faster – something he is well aware of judging from his deep intake of breath as he still hovers over her pulse point.
She laid completely still on her side whilst the man in front of her leaves no stone of her face unturned. Eddie's eyes scatter wildly across some areas of her like he hasn't got enough time in the world to look at all of the points of her he desires. Other times, his gaze locks on one particular area, eyes slowly unblinking as he drinks Izabellla in.
His gaze eventually fixates on her mouth and his eyes turn dark, hand still around her wrist flexing slightly as if he wants to touch. Izabella's lips feel dry at the intense gaze on them and she pushed out her tongue to lick at them, releasing a sigh as Eddie's eyes drop closed and he subconsciously mirrors her movement his with his own mouth.
Self control hanging on by a thread, she lifted the hand he's got her grasped by and bring it up to his mouth, lightly following the path of his tongue with her pointer finger. His eyes have fully closed and his breathing feels as though it's almost come to a stop, but when she dragged her hand lightly upwards to dance over his eyebrow and smooth out his furrowed brow, she felt the rush of air release from him. She licked her lips again without thinking and Eddie sighs deeply, bringing up his hand this time to feel her lips with his fingertips. She grasps his forearm at the intensity that is cocooning the two of them, at the look of awe spread over his features.
Izabella lick at your lips again but this time your tongue accidentally brushes against his fingertips and the silent groan from both of you is unmistakable. Time stops for a second as they both stare at each other, frozen, until she kitten licks at his finger tip once more. The thread of self control snapped. Eyes rolling back, and then forcing them to open again to witness this, Eddie pushes two of his fingers even closer to her tongue, whimpering slightly as he feels her lap and suck at them.
Eventually, when he can take no more, he withdraws his fingers, dragging down Izabella's swollen lower lip as he retreats and trails them down her shoulder and arm. When he reaches her waist, he pulls her towards him effortlessly, needing to be even closer. His hand roams delicately over her back, sides and stomach, leaving paths of goose bumps wherever he's danced his fingers. Her hand was resting on his chest, fingernails scratching lightly at his flushed skin. A fleeting thought crosses through her mind that this feels incredibly intimate.
Izabella opened your eyes that have closed through the feelings of pleasure he's making swirl through her body and see that his eyes are still fixated on her lips. Desperate to feel his lips on hers, she nudges her nose against his as a silent request. His lips brush against hers and they both pause again, breathing in the same air as each other, nerves standing on end at the feeling of electricity charging between them both.
She was just about to move forward to connect their lips properly when a shuffling noise comes from the sofa bed next to them. Izabella froze immediately, eyes immediately blinking open in surprise until Eddie places his pointer finger over her lips, imploring for the girl not to speak, his eyes staring directly into hers. The shuffling continues but the both of them stayed frozen, even when Warren mumbles sleepily, "If you two are going to fuck then at least make sure you use protection," and then flops onto his front, sleepy snuffles filling the room once again.
Eddie slowly removes his finger from Izabella's lips, looking deeply into her eyes as if to ask, ok? and she nodded in response. He moved forward silently, head fully sharing her pillow now and leans in to brush his lips against hers again, leaving her in control to connect them fully. She listened again for any indications that Warren is still awake, and when she was convinced that he's fast asleep, she lost yourself in Eddie once again.
The feather touch of his lips against hers slowly gives way into a deeper, more hungry kiss, tongues slowly intertwining, both desperately not making too much noise for fear this waited for moment will be over before it's time.
Kissing Eddie felt like levitating off the ground, floating carefree through the charged air; the soft, repeated motion of his lips and teeth and tongue hypnotising her into this delicious feeling of want. She planted her hand back onto his bare chest teasingly moving the finger, needing to feel him more. The moan he makes is muffled by the sound of her mouth and the flick of his tongue against hers forces the girl to replicate it due to the euphoric feeling it gave her.
Izabella broke her lips away from his in a silent pant and he moves his lips along her neck, suckling and licking and biting his way down. Eventually, Eddie buries his head in the crook of her neck and breathes in deeply. She moved her hand to cradle his head softly, caressing his head as if to say i know.
