Love in the Skye (Ed Sheeran fanfic) [Part 2]

Chapter 22

Skye's POV:

"Get it out!", I giggled as Ed searched every pocket he had for the door key while he had me tight in his arms. Trust him to loose it at the time we're both bursting to get in. He finally found it and walked in slowly slamming it shut. He sat me down on the edge of the bed and just smirked at me. "Go on then".

He grabbed hold of me, pushing me down and clambering on top of me. He forcefully kissed me and our tongues met. His taste was the best thing in the world. He was trying to undo my jeans at the same time, which he was finding incredibly difficult.

He finally got them undone and pulled away so he could take them off. He also pulled off his along with both of our tshirts. "Skye", he mumbled, running his hands over the front of my body and round to my back to unclip my bra. He was already breathless and we hadn't even done anything. But I could tell he was excited, from the huge bulge in his boxers..

I traced my finger along the top of his boxers and he groaned softly. "Just stop teasing me", he managed to say, making laugh. "Okay okay sorry!", I said, pulling them straight off. He grabbed my panties and pulled them off quickly, before going into me with all the force he had. I moaned loudly, "fuck, Ed..", but that just made him pick up speed. He had obviously been dying to get this out for weeks and it was all coming out at once, all his force and energy, all in one short space of time.

It must have gone on for at least 20 minutes before he finally climaxed. He pulled away and was shaking like mad. "You okay?", I whispered softly. He nodded and softly caressed my face, "it was perfect". We just cuddled for what seemed like hours, both still naked as we gathered back our breath. "I forgot how good you were", he finally said, laughing. "Yeah well I forgot you were so strong", I smirked. He chuckled, kissing my forehead, "I didn't hurt you did I?". I shook my head, "you could never hurt me".