July 22nd, 1998, 9:55 PM
The world had shrunk to that room, to that bed, to that tangle of sweaty bodies. The kiss was no longer a kiss; it was an act of cannibalism, a desperate attempt to consume each other. Their tongues clashed, entwined, exchanging saliva and muffled moans. While his mouth devoured her, his hands were not still. One gripped her hair, pulling her head back for better access to her neck, while the other squeezed a buttock, digging his fingers into the firm flesh.
Beneath them, the rhythm didn't slow. Eddie's cock kept hammering inside Karen's cunt, a tireless and brutal piston. Slap! Slap! Slap! The obscene sound of their skin colliding was the only music in the room, a visceral counterpoint to their gasping breaths and the moans they could no longer hold back.
It was the third round. Or maybe the fourth. They had lost count.
"Karen… Fuck… I'm about to… come…" he panted, the words broken, almost a growl.
"Don't… stop…" she managed to plead, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Fuck me… Destroy me, Eddie… Please…"
She felt her cunt contract spasmodically around him, gripping him in a wet, pulsing vise. Her body knew, even before her mind, that he was on the edge. She began to move her pelvis against him, an undulating, desperate movement, trying to milk every last drop from him.
That contraction was all it took.
The sensation hit Eddie like an electric shock, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. His mind went blank. There was no Spencer, no Umbrella, no monsters. There was only this suffocating heat, this perfect friction, this primal need to release.
With a guttural scream, he poured himself into her. A boiling, thick torrent that filled her womb.
Karen screamed with him, her body arching into a taut bow as another orgasm, the strongest of all, shook her to her foundations. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, thighs clamped around his hips like a vise.
For a long, endless moment, they remained like that, intertwined, their bodies vibrating with the aftershocks of pleasure. The euphoria was so total, so absolute, that it erased every other thought.
"Hah… Hah… Hah… Fuck… Eddie…" Karen panted, her breath heavy, her body limp and drained of strength. She felt completely empty, exhausted, but in a strangely satisfying way.
Her cheeks were on fire, her eyes closed. She felt his cum, hot and thick, begin to slowly trickle out of her, mixing with her own fluids, staining the expensive sheets. She didn't give a fuck. In that moment, the only thing that existed was the aftertaste of their sex, the taste of him on her lips, the scent of their bodies lingering in the air.
She was lost in that post-orgasmic haze when she felt his hand gently grip her chin. She forced her eyes open. He was watching her, his gaze intense, almost predatory. And then, his lips were on hers again.