For the longest time

XII

SHOUTOUT TO edsheeranismybae13 for commenting on the last part asking for more and then telling me she was a girl when I said to keep it in her pants (i'm also a girl and I firmly believe girls can't keep it in their pants either. I know I wouldn't be able to if Ed Sheeran was in front of me)

PS: that video is just to get you in the mood, it's not like PART of this chapter

OKAY THEN

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We spoke no words after that, the only sound filling the air was our heavy breathing and my gasp/moan when Ed slipped a finger inside my jeans, teasing me. A groan was caught in the back of his throat, I could feel his hands getting warmer as he touched me, his dick getting harder behind my legs. I gestured my chin towards my jeans and gave him a sly smile, he bit his lower lip and sat up, adjusting the bottom half of my body on his lap. Ed unzipped me, the denim fabric slid off my legs with his help till it hit my ankles, his eyes fixated in between my thighs, making me feel like electricity.

"You're wet, York"

I kicked off my shoes and he tossed my jeans onto the floor.

"Yeah, I know"

I spread my legs open and he adjusted himself between them, looking down at me like a hungry animal about to devour its prey. God, I wanted him to devour me.

He hooked a finger on the wet patch of my blue underwear and I could feel the hair on his arms bristling when he made contact with my swollen excitement. I took a deep breath and let it out with a moan as we moved. He sat on his knees, on the floor, between the small table with our mess and right in front of the sofa, right in front of my crotch with a finger pressed against me. I spread my legs wide, taking in the red of his cheeks and the few droplets of sweat gliding down his neck. So handsome.

"Oh fuck" I groaned loudly when he slipped a finger inside of me and then another. My back curved forward, my head hovering above his forehead, I could smell our cigarettes and booze. He looked up at me with a glint in his eyes, like a kid in DisneyWorld. My juices dripped down, getting my panties soaked, probably staining the sofa as well. Suddenly, my throat was dry and I couldn't close my mouth, I was completely infatuated with the feeling of Ed's fingers inside of me, I pressed my hands down on the sofa and lifted my ass. Ed slid my underwear off with his free hand and, when the weight of my body plopped back down, he pushed his fingers even deeper. Another deep groan escaped my lips.

"You look delicious," he said with a bite of his lips, twirling his fingers inside of me. The muscles on my back were clenched, I held onto the end of the cushions for dear life and kept my eyes open, barely. Ed slowly took his fingers out of me, breathing hard as he stared at them and back at my pumping core. I was completely breathless. He leaned towards me, our lips almost touching. I looked into his eyes, getting lost in all the fantasies we could live tonight. He didn't kiss me right away. Instead, Ed licked my juices off his fingers. I had never been so aroused, I don't think. He clearly noticed it because he asked me if I wanted to taste myself.

"Sure," I breathed out and sucked his fingers off, watching the smug smile on his face. My own juices were salty and sweet and I felt extremely sexy and erotic. Ed's eyes were beaming and there was no veil covering them. At that moment, he was so honest and raw and primitive and I would've let that moment freeze forever in my mind. I kissed his fingertips when his fingers were dry from my juices and wet from my saliva. Our mouths crashed together and I grabbed his neck, loving the texture of his scruff against my skin. He caressed my legs as his breathing got heavier and he licked my lower lip, making me squirm on the sofa. Ed's lips traced my jawline down my chin, down my neck. I could feel a puddle of sweat forming right between my breasts, wetting my bra and shirt. I muttered a low "mmm" as he teasingly kissed the skin where the hem of the fabric ended, then he went straight for my pumping pussy. "Fuck! Ed!" I moaned out loud when his lips made contact with my heat. I wanted to squeeze my legs together but he held them firmly apart. "Ugh... Ed, fuck..." I kept cursing his name, addicted to the feeling of his scruff against my inner thighs and his tongue flicking my clit. I could feel the smirk on his face as he placed soft kisses up and down my entrance, he knew I was enjoying this and he liked that. I leaned against the back of the sofa, spreading my arms and grabbing the armrests, shaking all over. I tilted my pelvis, giving Ed's mouth more access to my core. I wanted him to gobble me up and lick me dry. He got a hold of my ankles and tried to spread me more open, I breathed heavily, "whoa, you okay down there? Having a good time?" I laughed a little more horny that I like to admit. I saw him nodding and heard him mutter something incomprehensible as his head was buried between my legs.