Your first time would always be something you held dear to yourself— something you’d never forget. It was special because it was a one time thing. Something you did with the person you loved.

But never would you have thought that you would lose it to none other than Eddie Munson.

You laid back on his bed, your lips loving in slow synchronisation as his hands roamed over your waist. Your hands roamed over his chest, over his shoulders and up into his hair.

Sure, it was scary— but you trusted Eddie. He was a sweetheart and you knew he’d take care of you.

His fingers tenderly traced over your thighs before he straightened his back, looking down at you with a tentative expression.

“You ready?”

When you nodded in confirmation, he wrapped his hand around himself before he slowly pushed in— a soft gasp leaving him.

“Fuck—“

He whimpered, squeezing your hand as it slipped into his. He met your gaze, lips parted and eyes hooded.

“You’re doing so well.”

He reassured, his free hand continuing to trace over your outer thigh as you adjusted.

“You doing alright?”