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Eddie knew that if he went straight to fucking you, he would come in less than 20 minutes and you wouldn't be able to have a single decent orgasm.
He was many things, but he wasn't a fucking stud. He had had sex very few times in his life, and most of the time it had barely lasted in the portable toilets at a heavy metal concert.
Pleasing those girls had never been his priority. He always felt pathetic when one of them looked at him with a "Is that all?" look after he took off the condom and released his thick semen onto her back.
But now that he had started dating you and things were getting pretty serious, you were his first real girlfriend in his entire life, and he didn't want to see that look of disappointment in your eyes after he came after five minutes of thrusting.
So he decided to study up on female pleasure. It was difficult because he didn't have many people to turn to. He wasn't going to ask his uncle Wayne about it, and most of the guys in the Hellfire Club were virgins, so he would never bring up the subject.
He went to the Hawkins library and looked through the anatomy books. Some were quite old, but they had very useful diagrams.
He wasn't stupid. He knew that the clitoris was a sensitive part of a woman's body, and rubbing it until you had an orgasm was a good option.
But he needed ideas to make things interesting, to keep up the pace.
Then that controversial erotic movie called 9½ Weeks with Kim Bassinger and Mickey Rourke came out, and everyone was talking about it. Eddie decided to see it for scientific purposes. He went to the theater alone, and when he came out, he felt different.
Yes, it hadn't changed his life, but it had added a layer. He knew the basics about BDSM and had never been interested in it, but he started reading articles in magazines, as everything else, including D&D, was the devil's work.
He had to drive an hour to Central Indiana to go to a sex toy store, bite his tongue, pull himself together, and buy things for the special night you and he would have.
It's not like you demanded sex from him; you hadn't even talked openly about it. You two had kissed, but you two had never gone anywhere.
When he masturbated, he thought of you, imagining how wet your velvety folds would be, and he came in less than 10 minutes. He tried not to do it, to prolong the movements with his hand, to think about his problems, but it was inevitable when he stained everything and felt pathetic. How could he please you if you stuck your tongue out at him and he was already hard and about to burst?
He needed to take control, nothing really as hard and crazy as real BDSM, but maybe some ideas.
That afternoon he was ready, he had studied enough, he had some things he had bought in his backpack, and you tow had Uncle Wayne's trailer all to themselves.
You and he were watching TV and you were laughing at something when he started kissing you, you noticed it, determined and desperate.
"Ed, honey, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just want to fuck you."
You smiled, thinking he was just joking. There was something very dark in his gaze, nothing like your cute Eddie.
At least not the one he had shown you in the last two months.
He and you were quite different. You had never played D&D, and until he explained what it was about, you thought it was something satanic, at least because of the spell books, but it was actually pretty nerdy.
Eddie wasn't dark or rough or any of those layers he had put on to keep going and make sure the shitty comments wouldn't affect him.
So when he and you started dating, things felt right because he was sweet and attentive, and seemed desperate to please you, so different from the other guys out there.
"Yeah, sure..." You couldn't finish your teasing because he was already kissing you again.
His full lips, his tongue inside your mouth, the sound of saliva, he easily pulled you onto his lap and you trembled as you felt his hardness through the thickness of his black Levi's jeans.
"Eddie, really, what are you doing?"
"Do you trust me?" he asked, cradling his hand on your cheek, the coldness of his metal rings on your hot, red skin.
His lips were red and swollen, he looked like he was pouting, his dark brown eyes seemed expectant and sad, so you smiled to calm him down.
"Of course, silly, you're my boyfriend."
Eddie relaxed and gave you a toothy smile. He continued to caress your cheek with his thumb and his hand slid gently down to your neck, and you began to let out little nervous giggles.
"My little lady, look how you're rubbing your pretty ass against me." His voice was hoarse and soft.
You hadn't noticed until now, but it was true, you were writhing on top of him, rubbing your already wet panties against his lap.
"Lady?" He had never called you that before.
You just let out more nervous giggles, and Eddie felt it, what he was looking for: control.
Eddie leaned back on the old sofa as if he were a god, a god who was screaming inside, feeling your wet panties and about to burst.
All he could think was, "Think about ugly things, stupid pop music, sad movies... anything, just hold on."
"Let's play a game."
"A game?" you asked curiously. "What kind of game?"
"A very fun one, my lady." He went back to caressing your neck and you squirmed between giggles. "Yes, that's it, my little baby, look how you rub your little wet pussy on my leg."
Eddie grabbed you by the waist and placed you right there. You felt his thigh between yours, your pussy throbbing with desire for him to rub it a little, but when you instinctively reached a hand under your skirt, Eddie grabbed your wrist hard and stopped you.
"Nuh-huh, no hands, my little lady." He looked at you with that devilish smile, his eyes narrowed, and continued caressing your neck, then your chest, getting too close to your tits, and he squeezed them through your sheer blouse.
You closed your eyes and your hand sought to relieve the pain of your needy pussy, but he stopped you again.
"What did I tell you, baby? No hands!"
"Eddie!" you complained, genuinely upset. "Please."
He kept looking at you with that smile, biting his lower lip, trying to restrain himself, squeezing your tits again and you moaned so loudly, the movement was almost an accident, your pussy sought comfort and only found it on Eddie's thigh.
You began to grind against him desperately, bouncing your pussy through the thin fabric of your wet panties.
You moaned, feeling his hands on your round buttocks bouncing again and again against his leg.
He began to spank you gently, his large palm against your buttocks, the sound of skin like a whip.
The delicious burning sensation only brought you closer to the edge. You were about to come. You could feel it rising from your belly, the divine liquid of pleasure flowing through your body. Then, without warning, he grabbed you by the waist and turned you upside down with your ass on his lap.
"I didn't give you permission to cum, baby. You're being very disobedient..." he growled in your ear.
The pain, the burning, the need, everything was mixed together and it was overwhelming, you wanted to cry.
"Eddie..." you let out a sob. Eddie was scared, maybe he had gone too far, maybe he should have just let you come, he felt so stupid until you moaned, "Please, I need cum, please."
Your pleas made him smile, his confidence returned, and he began to spank you gently. The perfect view of your round butt, your lush buttocks, your wet panties, and your raised skirt drove him crazy. He bit his lip and sighed, letting out a gasp.
"So my little lady wants to cum."
"Yes, please... please..." you begged, trembling and letting out a small scream every time you felt a spank. You could feel your ass burning, but your pussy was throbbing, so neglected. "Please..."
He easily pulled aside your panties and caressed your lips, his fingers sliding into your opening.
He growled your name like an animal.
"Are you really that desperate?" Without thinking, he slapped your pussy with his fingers, the sensation and sound of the blow making you shudder.
"It hurts... Eddie, please..." Eddie smiled, although you couldn't see it with your cheek pressed against the furniture.
He unzipped his pants and freed his erection, his hard, veiny cock. He gently grabbed your hair and made you arch your back and look at him while he pumped his cock with his hand. He wasn't shaved, and dark, curly hair ran from his belly button to his balls.
You saw his face; he was as desperate as you were. That only made you feel even more on edge.
"I wanted... I wanted to do other things, but I can't hold back," he said defeatedly as he closed his eyes.
There was the Eddie you loved so much, the sweet one.
"It's okay... please..." you begged on the verge of collapse, feeling too close, rubbing your pussy against his thigh.
He stopped you, took you by the hips and got behind you. You felt the tip of his cock hitting your wet folds.
"Oh fuck, you're... you're perfect," he said, letting all his hardness go inside you.
You didn't need much more. You came, your body began to shake, your legs were weak, and Eddie held you by the hips as he grunted with each thrust, feeling your tight pussy squeeze even tighter around him. He wasn't being fast or explosive, and yet he knew he wouldn't last long.
"Shit... Do you want to kill me? I'm not going to last long if you do that," Eddie stammered, unable to even think clearly. "Too soft... God... the softest, smallest, wettest pussy in the world."
Eddie reacted; he needed you to come at least one more time.
So he caressed you, your little clit between his two fingers, rubbing it, and you clung to the furniture, feeling on the edge again, and he hadn't even let you rest. You were moaning and sobbing when you came again.
"Eddie, God... Eddie."
He groaned, closing his eyes as he heard you moan and squeeze yourself against his cock again.
He turned you around and pinned you against the furniture, and seeing you so red, trembling, sweaty, needy, and on the verge of tears only made him feel worse. He took off his black Iron Maiden T-shirt and let it fall to one side, took your wrists, and came so close to your face that you could feel his hot breath, the determination in his dark eyes, his curly baby hair stuck to his forehead and neck with sweat.
The movements were slow, steady, Eddie leaving you without him and then filling you completely over and over again, with depth and determination.
You felt like you were going to come for the third time, but this time it felt different, something running through your lower belly, you felt the pressure of his abdomen against yours, his lips against your ear, whispering your name.
"I'm gonna cum..." he gasped, and that was enough to release you.
He felt it emanate from you like a waterfall, but he didn't stop being inside you until he came.
Your bodies didn't stop trembling.
"Fuck..." he whispered as he pulled out of you and spilled semen on your lower belly.
You stayed there for a moment recovering, and so did he. You felt him soften against your skin and then slowly pull away, looking at the mess he had made.
"Holy shit..." His semen dripped from your pussy, and with two fingers he wiped away the thick white liquid that mixed with the water still dripping from you and put it back inside you. You squirmed again as he pressed his thumb against your small, swollen clit.
"Eddie, stop, it's too much..." You closed your legs against his hand and he laughed.
"I thought my lady wanted to come..." He took his long fingers out of you and then put them in your mouth.
You tasted them and sucked them, looking into his dark eyes. Eddie was pretending he didn't want to scream. He had never made a girl come like that before. You were soaking wet, you had wet everything. He took his fingers out and caressed you, kissing you on the forehead.
"I think I need a shower..." you said as you felt how sticky and wet you were. "And I think I ruined your uncle's furniture..."
"Nope, that was already ruined," he helped you up and cleaned you with his black Iron Maiden shirt, he was just so sweet.
"You know? I've never come like that before..." you confessed and he smiled broadly.
He felt like the fucking god of sex.
"I think I peed myself..." you said, looking at the puddle on the furniture while covering your face in embarrassment.
He rushed to take you in his arms.
"What? No! I'm sure it's not pee, at least it doesn't smell like pee..."
"Then what is it?" you asked as he caressed you and guided you to his bed so you could rest together.
"I don't know, you know, I'll have to research." He took his backpack and left it in the corner, his backpack full of sex toys, he hadn't even had to use them... yet.
"Research? Where? At the library?" you laughed as you lay down next to him. He hugged you, looking quite tired, and stroked your hair.
"Shut up, you can question my methods but not my results," he said mockingly.
And you knew he was right. His results had been very good.