[ Eddie chuckles, relieved but also none too pleased to let her go. Once she's rolled over, he sits up, looking the bruise over with a low whistle. ]

Jesus, you weren't kidding. Like - if I had to guess, I'd say like - a hand-shaped paddle. Something harder than an actual hand. Whoever it was, they got you good.

[ He can't help himself, reaching out to rest his hand ever-so-gently on top of the bruise, smirking. ]

Hey, I never break a promise.

[ Eddie lowers himself so he can press kisses to Becca's skin, starting at the small of her back, trailing downward to her ass as slow as he can stand to. He's extra gentle when he reaches the bruise, but hums low in the back of his throat, one hand snaking out to grab a handful of the other cheek. ]

Now - I know you like getting your pussy eaten, but... What about your ass?

[ He exhales, thumb tracing a circle over soft skin before giving her ass a squeeze. ]

Zero pressure. I just think you've got a pretty butt and I like makin' you feel good.