Gorgeous. Rosie had arranged herself sideways on the sofa, long legs over his, her little feet kicking happily as she chattered. Her toenails were painted red, and Eddie enjoyed pinching them sporadically. That made her holler, and laugh, and squirm. Simple pleasures. She had dyed the underside of her hair a rich burgundy, and Eddie reached out to touch the new tattoos that had appeared on her arms. Even pushed up the leg of her pyjamas to see if there were more. Was it possible for someone to become more beautiful, in such a short amount of time? He grinned dreamily and let her feed him pancakes. She had drizzled them in chocolate syrup and added strawberries and blueberries. They were delicious.
"You're so skinny." She made the observation carefully, running a palm down his chest. He knew she was just feeling, but it made him jittery. "Hope Uncle Wayne is still feeding you."
"He is. I'm just...picky. You know." Words were difficult. Somehow, he felt like he had just met her again. Okay, maybe not THAT bad. Every move she made and every word sent his brain into a frenzy. He just couldn't find the right things to say.
"How is he. How is everyone?"
"Great. Everyone's...good. I saw Dustin for Christmas. We had dinner."
"I heard!" She smiled. That smile. It was slightly lopsided, her dimples on full show. "So you and Claudia didn't murder each other?"
"No. No she's been...really nice, actually."
"I'm glad."
Quiet stretched out between them. Rosie played with his hair. Eddie ran his hands along her legs, unsure. Was she just as anxious? It was such a strange feeling. At length, she planted a quick kiss on his cheek, then gathered their dishes. Eddie was still buzzing with apprehension, but the second she stepped away, he felt her absence intensely. He didn't like it.
"Babe?"
"Yeah?" The water was going. He reached past to turn off the faucet. Got a whiff of her as he did so. That was enough. Eddie placed his other palm on the counter, boxing her in. Pressed their bodies together and tasted her neck. Rosie let out a short "Oh" and leaned back against him, that plump ass wriggling into his crotch.
Was it weird, just sniffing her so openly? If so, Rosie didn't object. Made no move to escape his trap, but reached back to tug his hair as he inhaled hers. He shifted one arm better in front of her and pressed in better with his hips, revising the body he had known so well. Rosie held still, lavishing in the attention. Her tits still filled his hands generously. Did she really think he could resist them, sitting on the couch with her nipples visible through that flimsy t-shirt? Stomach flinched inward as he caressed her, still ticklish and soft. Eddie squeezed her thighs as he pushed more firmly up to her, slobbering like an animal all over her exposed neck. He hoped she understood how badly he needed her. He was so hard already, panting and pawing at her.
Shit. Rosie's hand bunched sharply in Eddie's hair, stinging. He bit her lightly with his kiss, an urgent tremble already taking him over. She twisted about, with him trying to pin her in place. Eddie uttered a sharp growl, and ducked down to meet her gasping mouth. His hands reached further, lifting, and she quickly found herself sitting on the counter, him all over her, guiding her legs around his waist. Grinding and grunting. He crashed his mouth to hers. His fingers already finding their way into her underwear.
"You're already wet."
"Well. I was waiting for you."
"Hmmmm." He slid one finger in, then the other. Rosie raised her knees on either side of him.
"Oh!"
A sharp bang!
"Are you okay!" Eddie exclaimed. It was amazing how quickly he could switch. From sweet, to feral, to sweet again. Eyes shifting from warmest brown to darkest black. He cradled her head protectively.
Rosie winced at the dull throb where she had connected with the shelf. It didn't hurt nearly as much as the embarrassment. "I'm fine."
"I didn't mean to -"
"It's fine, really."
He studied her face, eyes already starting to darken again. "I guess we're both pretty excited."
They burst out laughing. Eddie massaged the new lump on her skull and patted her thigh supportively as she blinked the pain away.
Still embarrassed. Rosie wanted away from the violent cupboards. She played off her shame by teasing his flushed lips. "Bedroom?"
"C'mon!"
"Whoa!" She yelped, clinging to him as he did his best to carry her. It was a dangerous endeavor; Eddie was not weak, in fact he was a lot stronger than he looked, but he still wobbled.
"Um?"
"That one."
"Going."
"Don't drop me!"
"I'm not dropping you!"
"Aah!"
Never so glad to hit a mattress, Rosie glowered up at Eddie's devious smirk. She swatted him away as he tried to touch her again, only to be restrained. Arms flat against the sheets, his body stretched out to crush hers.
"I didn't drop you."
"Tossing is the same thing."
He kept her there as he kissed her. Softly at first, lips just a rumor, then more and more assuredly, his tongue taking over. Heavy, suffocating kisses that made her consciousness ebb and flow. They moaned into each other with equal desire, each feeling the other's chest heave with the effort of it.
"Rosie..." Eddie's grasp left her wrists. He pulled off her t-shirt, dipping to let her remove his. Tugged her bottoms down her legs together with her panties, sitting back to admire her nude form, fingers wandering absently over her skin. She instinctively wanted to squirm under intense scrutiny, but refrained. Something about the way he looked at her always made her feel safe. He touched his tongue to his lip with concentration. "You're beautiful. You know that?"
Rosie really did squirm at that. Gleefully. "I need you to show me."
He was on her again at that. She took the invitation to unbuckle his belt and free him, kicking his jeans clear. The toys didn't do him justice. They were nothing but lumps of silicone. Rosie could feel the throb of his lust in her hand. Relished both the softness and the hardness of him. Not to mention the sounds he made when she touched him. The slight furrow of his brow. The gape of his mouth.
"I haven't...uhhh..." He stammered, holding back. "I'm not sure how good I'm gonna be, Babe."
"I just want you. Nothing else."
Eddie almost dropped the condom in his hurry, but managed. Rosie almost laughed at the surprise on his face as she guided him in, but was taken over by shock herself.
"OH!" They exclaimed. It had been too long. Rosie could feel him shaking in her arms. Let him gather himself.
"I can't." He told her. "Oh my god."
"Please." Rosie started to move under him. She was so sensitive. Even just having him there felt overwhelming. "Please."
Cautiously, Eddie met her in the middle. Slowly, slowly. She could tell it was taking every ounce of him to keep together. His eyes were black once more, his gaze locked on her. As they picked up a rhythm, he eased up, running his hands back and forth over her form and watching her enjoy him. He was really so hot. She couldn't stand it sometimes. And the devotion on his face as he made love to her...
"Hey!" Everything stopped. "Hey, hey! Rosie! What?"
She tried to block her face with her arms. Eddie wouldn't allow that. "Nothing."
"Am I hurting you?"
"No!" Rosie drew him back down as he tried to remove himself. "No! No!"
"What's wrong?"
"It's stupid."
He petted her hair. "If you're crying, it's not stupid."
Still trying to wipe her face, annoyed that she had ruined the moment, she sobbed: "I just really missed you."
Damn. Eddie's own face contorted at that. He managed to control himself, but his voice cracked: "I missed you, too."
"Come here. Please. Don't stop."
He did. He was so sweet. Eddie's arms eased under her, hugging her to him. He looked her in the eye, not continuing until Rosie nodded. The kisses helped. Long, languid kisses that matched the tenderness of his rocking. She remained extremely sensitive, and buried her face into his neck as she reached a slow, serene zenith. Eddie couldn't hold on at all after that, but stayed there in her embrace until she calmed.