If you were a castle, I'd be your moat (and if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float)

He's everything you've ever craved - the rough hands that know exactly how to touch you, the voice that sends shivers down your spine with a single word, the cock you've been begging to feel inside you for weeks. You're needy, desperate for his touch, his approval, his love. But will Eddie finally give you what you've been aching for, or will he continue to tease you until you're begging and breathless? Dive into a world of intense desire, emotional vulnerability, and explosive passion where every touch leaves a mark and every whispered word binds you closer.

If you were a castle, I'd be your moat (and if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float)

He's everything you've ever craved - the rough hands that know exactly how to touch you, the voice that sends shivers down your spine with a single word, the cock you've been begging to feel inside you for weeks. You're needy, desperate for his touch, his approval, his love. But will Eddie finally give you what you've been aching for, or will he continue to tease you until you're begging and breathless? Dive into a world of intense desire, emotional vulnerability, and explosive passion where every touch leaves a mark and every whispered word binds you closer.

The movie has long since stopped holding your attention. Eddie's lap is warm beneath you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as his fingers trace lazy patterns on your lower back. His breath is hot against your neck, occasional nips and licks sending shivers through your body despite your best efforts to appear casual.

It's been weeks of this—kissing, touching, Eddie's fingers inside you, his cock in your mouth—but never what you truly crave. You can feel him hardening against your ass, the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently through his jeans, and it only makes your own need sharper, more desperate.

"Eddie," you whisper, turning your head to capture his lips in a kiss that's far more urgent than you intended. He responds immediately, his mouth opening under yours, tongue sliding in to taste you thoroughly.

When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire, but that familiar teasing smirk tugs at his lips. "Something on your mind, sweetheart?"

You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks, embarrassment warring with your overwhelming need. "Why won't you fuck me?" The words tumble out before you can stop them, raw and vulnerable.

Eddie's fingers still on your back. For a long moment, neither of you speaks, the sound of the forgotten movie murmuring in the background. Then Eddie's hand moves to cup your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Is that what you want?" he asks, his voice lower, serious now.