Change Is Coming || Eddie Munson

Splinters

TW: blood, violence, fingering, restraints, intense descriptions of illness

Eddie pov

Her rhythmic heartbeat stirred a primal urge within me, spurring my movements to hear and feel her cum beneath me. Her breathing had quickened her blood rush faster, faster, faster and burst into a cool stream filled with adrenaline and bliss. As I watched her unravel before me I slipped away, as far as I could get from her.

There was no escaping this time, my palms sweating and fingertips gripping at the wooden lip of the tiny row boat. I could feel my forearms contract tighter with each second, grasp threatening to rip the boat in half. The wood creaked under the pressure and the right side gave way just enough to pierce my finger with a splinter.

The pain went unnoticed, all I could think about was her. The bulge in my pants so tightly restrained, the taut cords in my neck felt as though they would snap any moment. I became aware of the fact that I was locked in a predatory glare when she moved ever so slightly.

Her perfect body all soft curves, so feminine and complimented by the sultry gaze she focused on me. Both arms reached back, her bare breasts on full display, bouncing gently while she re-secured her pony tail. She straddled the floor beneath her, legs spread far enough for the cool air to send a shiver through her spine, far enough to slot my hips against her wet sex.

The pale blue light of the moon shone down on her, reflecting her in all her glory onto the water surrounding us. How did I get here? What did I do to deserve such a specimen who so gracefully descended to all fours?

Her flesh so pink and warm from the after orgasm flush, knees still wobbly as she crawled toward me. The air between us steamed and grew hotter by the second, blocking the cold air from collecting goosebumps on her skin. I could hear her thighs gliding past each other, smell the gush of slick that left her when she came on my hand, intoxicating in the best way.

I knew what she was thinking, planning. Her body language was luring me to sink my teeth into her.

How? Why? How could she offer herself up this way?

Her warm hands explored the back of my neck and carded her fingers through my hair. Pulling my head toward her breast. Her heart beat was calm, normal as though she did this every day. A breathy moan floated down to me as I stiffly let her guide my cheek to the silky smooth skin of her chest.

I couldn't move on my own accord, I couldn't crack the cement that anchored my arms to the boat. One hand left the nape of my neck to palm my strained cock through the rough denim it hid behind. All functions for me stalled. The ability to breathe fled faster than the speed of light.

The air burned in my stone still lungs, brain working over drive to will my heart to keep beating as she ground her cunt on my thigh, the quiet gasps of pleasure sent me tipping over the edge.

A blind rage sent white lightening through my chest and down my arms, vision blurring around the rims of sight. Carnality crept down into my bones, snapping my hand up and grabbing her naked figure by the center of her throat. Lifting her to reveal the massive dark spot she'd left on my jeans.

It took every ounce of will power to set her down gently rather than tossing her to the floor. She gasped, recovering from the sudden assault, barely maintaining balance as I whipped the canoe through the water and toward the dock. Thank fuck that we had already begun to float back due to the weak currents of the lake.

"Eds?" A slight pang of guilt slapped me hearing her voice crack like that.

"What?" The word slipped between my clenched teeth with sharp edges that had her recoiling.