27.
Eddie
Of all the variations of Lucy, sleepy Lucy is definitely in my top five. As I look at her now, once more answering the door in her tiny pyjama shorts, I seriously consider bumping it up to my top three. Her hair is an inky black mass on top of her head and her eyes are hardly more than half open, trying to focus on me without the help of her glasses, as she holds on to the door.
“Eddie?”
“Where are your glasses?” Her face looks bare without them, almost naked.
A small, adorable frown forms on her brow. “It’s early.”
I smile and lean forward to kiss her cheek, but despite her sleepy state her head moves faster than mine, catching my lips with hers. She always tastes so good. Her arms tangle themselves around my neck and I walk her backwards into the house, shutting the door behind me with my foot.
My mouth trails a slow path across her jaw and down her neck. “I didn’t. Wake you. Did I?”
She hums, tipping her head to one side to give me better access. “You’d better find a way of making it up to me.”
Oh, do I intend to. But first things first. I lick her neck in one fluid motion. “I brought back your umbrella.” I release the object in question, letting it drop to the floor as I wrap my arms around her.
“Fuck the umbrella,” she mutters, tugging my head to one side and crashing her lips onto mine.
When she comes up for breath I murmur, “I’d rather fu-“ and end on a groan as she rubs her palm across the front of my jeans.
“You’d rather…?” Her voice is a soft purr that has me melting inside. She really is a goddess. I kiss her throat and shoulders and chest, pulling the neckline of the thin t-shirt back and forth as I try to access more of her beautiful skin. Her hand is still caressing me through my jeans, manhandling my manhood in the best way possible. The other is stroking the back of my head. In this moment, right now, I belong to her.
“You should have stayed last night, Eddie.” Her voice is low and soft, no chastisement. “I was so lonely in my big, empty bed.”
I move up her body, nuzzling her neck and jaw as I go. “I know.”
I feel the heat of her blush against my cheek before I see it and it fills me with excitement. She shakes her head slowly. “I don’t think you do know. Maybe I should show you what I do, when I feel lonely in my big, soft, empty bed?”
Holy hell this woman is hot. I lick my lips. “That sounds very sensible. So that I can fully understand the gravity of the situation.”
I can feel her grin as she whispers, “Exactly,” into my ear. Her fingers hook into one of the belt loops on my jeans and she leads me slowly to her room. She reaches the end of her bed and lets me go, her eyes never leaving mine. Backing away slowly she pulls down and steps out of her shorts, the small dark curls of hair around her pussy already wet for me.
My legs are lead, my cock aching with a need to fill her, but I can’t move. I watch helpless, powerless as she climbs onto her bed, stretching out across the covers, her gorgeous glistening cunt facing me. My gaze darts between it and her eyes, watching and waiting. I expect her to reach for her draw, that fucking amazing draw that is full of so many goodies. But she doesn’t. A small smile spreads across her face as she trails her fingers across her hips. I edge closer. She strokes across her vaginal lips, a soft sigh leaving her as she sinks into herself. Her big brown eyes don’t leave mine and it might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Still slowly touching her wet, wonderful pussy, her other hand pushes up her skimpy top revealing one of her perfect breasts. She flicks her nipple, arching her back and moaning.
“Fucking hell, Luce.”
I can’t stop myself. I drop onto the bed next to her, reaching for her, desperate to touch her soft smooth skin. Her stomach trembles beneath my fingers but she keeps moving, strumming herself towards oblivion. Pushing the rest of her t-shirt out of the way, I release her other breast, latching onto her nipple with my eager mouth.
“Oh, Eddie!” She arches into me, groaning as I flick her with my tongue. I want all of her. I cover her with my hands, my palms touching as much of her as I can, her stomach, her hips, her thighs. So much bare skin, she is all but naked in front of me, opening herself up so fucking willingly. And here I am still fully clothed. My hands, my arms, they’re not enough. I feel as though I am wasting an opportunity. One I am not going to miss.
Jumping up from the bed, I throw off my jacket, ripping off my t-shirt and shucking my shoes and socks at the same time. Her eyes are dark as she watches me. I fumble with my fly, unable to tear my eyes away from her long enough to look at what’s going wrong. The smallest slip of her pink tongue trails across her lips. My entire body is overheating.
Soon my trousers and boxers join the rest of my clothes and I lie down on my stomach next to her. Pinning her left knee to the bed under my left leg, I shamelessly rub my body against hers. It feels so good. There aren’t words for what I’m experiencing right now. But Lucy must be feeling it too, because her moans mingle with mine. Her hand is still stroking and circling and plunging into her pussy, and for a moment I just watch the magic of her movements.
“I shouldn’t have left last night,” I murmur against her ear. I can feel the need to possess her growing inside me and my next words come out more like a growl than a voice. “But you’re not alone anymore.”
I run my hand down her arm until it is covering the one which is deep inside her. I replace her fingers with mine, loving how soft and wet and warm she is. My fingers are larger than hers and she groans and bucks against my hand. As I latch back onto her delicious nipple, I continue to rub as much of my skin against her as possible.
Lucy clearly wants that too, because her t-shirt is suddenly flying across my peripheries. Her arms clutch my head to her chest as she writhes against my fingers. She smells like heaven and tastes twice as good. I can tell she’s close to coming. Everything about her is tightening, her hands fisting into my hair.
“Edd-“
She doesn’t even finish my name as the orgasm burns through her. She is gasping for breath, so I give it to her. Removing myself from her breast, I cover her mouth with mine, sucking on first her top and then her bottom lip while she shakes and moans. I love her so much, and I am doing everything I can right now to show her exactly how much.
I’m still massaging her pussy, my fingers inside her while I gently stroke her folds with my thumb, leisurely kissing her as her breathing starts to return to normal. She smiles against my lips and breathes the word, “Eddie,” almost reverently.
“Lucy.” I kiss her cheeks and her shoulders. “From now on I’m going to make damn sure you don’t feel lonely again. You have me now.”
Her lazy, blissed out smile is beautiful as she turns it towards me. “Are you saying I’m not allowed to flick my bean any more?”
“Flick your bean?”
She shrugs lethargically, her eyes half closing in a slow blink, too blissed out to be embarrassed.
I laugh. “You can do whatever the hell you like to your ‘bean’. I’m saying you won’t need to. I intend to keep you completely satisfied.” My heart is thumping hard. “If you’ll have me?”
“I thought this was more than just sex?” I think I hear a teasing tone in her voice, but I’m not leaving anything up for interpretation.
“It is. I want to be there for you for everything. Lucy, I want everything with you.”
She pulls me to her. Her arms are wrapped around my neck like they belong there. “Edward Nightingale! Are you asking me to be your girlfriend with your fingers still inside me?”
Her lips are quirking and I lean forward, delicately kissing their corners. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“None at all.” She’s grinning, caressing my scalp with her fingers.
“Good.” I don’t know that I have ever felt so good in my entire life as I do right now.
She rolls onto her side, pushing herself against me. I remove my hand from her and she takes my wrist, sucking my centre digit into her mouth. As she slowly licks my hand clean her eyes are locked with mine.
“Now it’s my turn,” she murmurs.
But I shake my head, rolling on top of her and pinning her down. “Oh no. I haven’t had a chance to show you how sorry I am yet.”
She stills beneath me, staring up at me with those big brown eyes that I could happily lose myself in for days. “But I thought that was sorry?”
I nip at her neck and she lets out a faint growl, moving beneath me and against me once more. “That was just hello.”
She snorts out a laugh. “That’s how you say hello to everyone?”
“No. I only greet my favourite people that way.” My cheek rubs against hers and I smile, inhaling the sweet scent that is so quintessentially her. “Fuck, Luce, you smell amazing.” Licking and nibbling and kissing her neck, it takes me a moment to realise how still Lucy has become beneath me. Leaning back, I look down at her, looking for the playfulness in her eyes and the charming, sultry smile. All I see is a wall. “Luce?”
“How many favourites, Eddie?”
“What?” What is she talking about?
She shakes her head, pulling her wrists from my grip. “I’m sorry. I thought I could do this, but I can’t.” Her arms wrap around her and she tries to pull herself out from under me. I am too stunned to move. She was so soft and supple and mine, completely and utterly mine, just moments ago. What happened? What the hell just happened?
“Get off me, Eddie.” Her hands are on my chest, pushing me up and back and off her and I don’t seem to be able to do a damn thing about it.
“Lucy?” My mind is racing. “What’s wrong?”
By now she is stood next to the bed, a blanket wrapped around her as she pulls on her glasses. The thick lenses only highlight the red of her eyes. Fuck. I can’t do this. I can’t lose her again. I can feel the anger in me rising, but as she continues to avoid my gaze, avoid me entirely, hide herself when she was so beautifully open mere minutes ago I start to see red.
“Lucy?”
I know I should step back, step away and catch my breath. She’s asking me for space and I should respect her enough to give her that, but without understanding why it’s like she’s tearing out my heart and shredding it. I can’t. I just fucking can’t. This is the moment where I stop being a coward and fucking fight for something. Because if I know nothing else, I know that Lucy is worth fighting for.
My fists are clenched as I kneel on her bed, and she turns to leave the room, but I can’t let her do this. I won’t survive if I do. Leaping from the bed I storm towards her. My hands on her shoulders, I spin her to face me. Everything inside me is clenched and tight and angry, at her or at myself I don’t know and it doesn’t even matter. I’m losing the battle to hold it together and not sure why I’m fighting it any more.
She’s blinking at me, a fresh tear crawling across her flushed cheek. I should be gentle, but I can’t. When I open my mouth the voice that comes out is not one I’ve ever heard before. It is a roar, an angry guttural grinding of a man at the end of his fucking tether.
“Lucy! God damn it, talk to me. What the fuck just happened?”