It wasn't until Eddie was pulling into the trailer park that she realised that 'go back to mine and pop on a movie' might be code for 'have sex'. Damn. She wasn't ready for that. How could she tell him? She tried to think it through as he helped her down from the van. Her mind blanked. She never witnessed a conversation that covered it, even in a movie. Did no-one ever not want to have sex? Eddie opened the front door of his trailer and flicked on the lights. "So... this is my castle. Sorry, it's the maid's week off."
Sam stepped inside. She wasn't really seeing any of what was in front of her. She was aware that Eddie had spoken and was standing behind her in the doorway. Aware that she should take in her surroundings and say something back. But the only thing that was going through her head was "I don't want to have sex." Idiot! You said that out loud. She cringed, her shoulders sagging.
"Hey, Sam. It's ok. I don't want to either... Ok, that's a lie. I'd like to at some point. But not if you're not ready. Don't worry. That's not why I brought you here." He stepped in front of her and reached for her. Paused. "Can I touch you?" She nodded, unable to speak with the level of mortification she was feeling. He rubbed one hand over her shoulder, stroked her hair with the other. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to. And that's not just tonight. That's ever. Anytime you want me to stop or slow down or do something different, you just tell me. Ok?"
She raised her head to peak at him through her hair. Tried to gauge his level of sincerity. She thought he looked worried. His forehead was furrowed like he was frowning but his eyes looked kind. "Ok." The furrows eased a bit. She wondered if she could ease them a bit more. Maybe ease her own worries too. "Maybe, instead of putting on a movie, we could kiss again?"
He smiled at that. "Of course. What m'lady wants, m'lady gets." He leaned down and brushed his mouth against hers. Gentle. Brief. She had barely closed her eyes when he pulled away. Frustration mounted in her and she had to work not to show it on her face. She hadn't been specific enough. She lacked the vocabulary for this. Stupid inexperienced girl.
She forced herself to look at his face and tried again. "Could we kiss... more?"
Eddie's eyes widened and his lips twitched. "Oooohhh... You want a make out session?" She guessed she did so she nodded. His mouth pulled into a grin. "Ok then. Give me a sec."
He started to moved things off the small sofa. Sitting down, he held his hand up to take hers and pulled her down to sit sideways across his lap. Despite him being taller than her, he had to tilt his head a little to look up at her in this position. "This ok?"
She glanced at his lips, at the way they curved. "Yes." She thought she sounded more nervous than she was. He was gentle. She would be fine. He nodded. She waited. And waited. Oh... did he want her to kiss him? She could do that. She leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth experimentally. Just a little peck. Repeated the action on the centre of his bottom lip. He breathed out lightly, the slow rush of air tickling her mouth. She took advantage of his parted lips and gently slid her tongue between them, ready to pull back the moment he indicated that she was doing something wrong. Instead, he stroked the tip of his tongue against hers. Softly. Like being licked by a kitten. She moaned into his mouth without thinking and had to force herself not to freeze or pull back from him. He began to move his mouth against hers more now. Not rough but putting a little more pressure on her lips. Her nerve endings hummed. His hand that had been laying gently on her thigh tightened ever so slightly and he sighed into her. He tasted of chocolate milkshake and salt and something nice and warm that she was pretty sure was just him. She wondered what she tasted of. Probably a weird mix of chillies and artificial strawberry flavour.
Sam learned a lot about Eddie during that make out session. She learned he liked it when she sucked on his tongue and when she buried her fingers in his hair and tugged it gently. She also learned that she liked it when he grazed his teeth over her bottom lip and drew it gently between his lips before releasing it with a soft pop. She liked that a lot. It made her tingle. When he slid his hand under the back of her sweater and stroked his finger up along the line of her spine, she had to release his mouth as her back arched. She was pretty sure she gasped at the sensation, but it was hard to tell because her brain seemed to have decided to take a holiday at that point and all she could think of was the way his fingers were sliding up and down her spine. When he raised his hand enough to lay it between her shoulder blades, palm flat against the skin, she let her head fall back and her mouth hang open.
His hand dropped to her lower back again, drawing little symbols over the skin. He cleared his throat. "I think I'm going to have to get some massage oils and give you a back rub at some point, beautiful girl. I think both of us would like that... a lot."
She blinked a couple of times and drew her head back to level. Looking down shyly at him, she noted the smile on his lips. Happy. Proud. Slightly swollen from kissing. She wondered if her own looked the same. Reaching one finger out, she touched his bottom lip gently. It was soft like a little moan. The skin around his mouth was slightly rougher with a day's worth of stubble. She had felt it against her lips when she kissed him and now she stroked her fingertip over it to see if it felt the same there. It was raspy. She tried to combine the sounds with her mouth to see what it felt like. Eddie tilted his head to the side, "Mist?"
"Kind of. Here," she touched his lips, "... is soft like an M but drawn out, and here," his chin, "... is sibilant like an S, and the line between them is hard. Could be a T, could be a P," she shrugged, happy that he was indulging her.
He grinned and raised his finger to her mouth as she dropped her hand from his. He drew his fingertip over her top lip. "This is a soft L. But here," he stroked the side of her mouth where her upper and lower lips came together, "... that's sharp like a K. Lick, I guess." She turned her head a fraction and stuck her tongue out to lap it over the tip of his finger. He froze, watching her. With what she hoped was a playful little snarl, she darted forward and caught his finger between her teeth, not biting, just holding it there. She lapped her tongue over it again and saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. Did he like this...? She eased off on her teeth, closing her lips around him and sucked gently. He was watching her very intently now. She continued to suck as he withdrew his finger and eased it back into her mouth. Taking his lead, she bobbed her head a little, stroking the digit between her lips.
He made a little strangled noise in the back of his throat and that suddenly snapped her back to reality. What was she doing?! She had said no sex and now she was simulating a blow job on his hand! She released his finger with a gasp, trying to push down the feeling of heat that was threatening to swamp her face. She felt him twitch against the outside of her thigh, hard under the fabric of his jeans. She had done that. A little surge of pride but also mortification. She had led him on, made him want things that she was not yet ready for. He'd be frustrated. She dropped her eyes to his waist, wondering if she should offer to do something for him.
"Hey. Sam. Hey, beautiful girl. Ignore it." She glanced up quickly to see him shake his head with a smile. Understanding, she thought. Maybe... "It's fine. I'll deal with it later. We do nothing you don't want to do, remember?"
He'd deal with it later. She stared at him as her brain processed that. Her eyes unfocused a little as she considered exactly what dealing with it later would entail for him. Conjured up images. Eddie in the shower, one palm pressed against the tiles, his forehead pressed against the back of that hand as he stroked himself to completion under the water. Him in bed, hand wrapped around himself beneath the covers, quietly tending to himself so he didn't wake his uncle asleep in the next room. Him standing over her as she knelt, gently teaching her how to pleasure him with her mouth. Letting her know what felt good, what made him gasp. Ok, that last one had less to do with him dealing with it and more to do with her own curiosity and imagination, but her thought processes were barely under the control of logic at this point. She made an effort to focus her eyes on his again and saw him watching her. She thought there was a pretty good chance he knew what was going through her mind. He twitched again, and she felt a sympathetic gush between her legs. Interesting. He got hard and she got wet. She guessed it would help them fit together when they eventually had sex. If he still wanted to do that. If he did, it would help them glide.
She'd have to deal with that herself later too. Otherwise, it would distract her all night and she wouldn't be able to sleep. But for now, she wanted to study Eddie more. She looked at his parted lips, and his jawline. It disappeared into his long hair so she couldn't see the edge of it. She reached up and brushed his hair back. It was a clean line from his chin up to where it curved towards his ear. She saw his lips move as he whispered, "Look as much as you want." Her eyes flickered up to his. They were shut. He was letting her look at him again. She grinned. As pent-up as she was, as soaked as her panties were, this was fun. She gathered his hair behind his head and held it at the nape of his neck. It allowed her to see parts of him that she didn't usually get to see. The side of his neck, his ears, the edge of his jaw. His eyebrows raised but his eyes remained closed. "You trying to figure out if you'd prefer me with short hair?"
She made a face. "No. I like your hair the way it is. You look good with a ponytail though." It was the truth, he did. She considered what he would look like with a ponytail and his leather jacket. Felt a little jolt between her legs. Damn... she really was going to have to deal with that if she wanted any sleep tonight. She pushed the thought away for the time being and explored further. He had something black poking above the collar of his t-shirt. She slipped a finger under the fabric and pulled it down a few inches to see what she could see. "Ohhh... hello, pretty little thing."
His eyes snapped open. That was fine. She wasn't looking at his eyes right now. He could look at her all he wanted. "You like spiders?"
She grinned and nodded, stroked her fingertips over the raised legs and the swirl of its body. "They're incredible. A really cool part of the ecosystem. There are so many different types. And they all have different ways of hunting. She's a black widow, right?"
Eddie dropped his head back to give her a better view. She could see the tightness in his neck as he swallowed. She was still stroking the art on his skin. "Yeah." His voice sounded wrong somehow.
She pulled her finger back. "Pain?"
"What?!" He raised his head to look at her, confused.
"You sounded... like you were in pain. I'm sorry." Stop panicking. Panicking won't help if you've hurt him. She curled her hands against her chest.
"No. Oh no. Not at all, beautiful girl." He let out a laugh and she felt relief flood her. "Aroused. Like, really turned on right now. But no... not pain."
"Oh!" Even to her own ears she sounded pleased. She shouldn't sound too pleased with herself. People didn't like it when you seemed too impressed with your own accomplishments. She dropped her eyes and went to hide her smile behind her hand.
He hugged her to him. Rubbed her back again and nuzzled his nose against her neck. Giggled a little. She was about to ask him when he pre-empted her, "Happiness. Disbelief and giddy happiness."
Disbelief of what...?