Falling for You

Epilogue 8 - The Most Beautiful Thing

Warning - this whole thing is fucking smut
Song - intertwined by Dodie

2000 (night of previous chapter)

He caressed my cheek amidst me kisses on his neck.
"Look at me." He whispered into the air. I stopped kissing him and he now held my face with both hands and gazed at me longingly. As if he couldn't have me, as I wasn't right in front of him, as if I was something unobtainable.

His thumb grazed over my bottom lip.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He said sincerely, I'd never heard something that made me feel so loved. His voice was a quiet whisper, everyone had left, Daisy was asleep. But it was whispered- just for us.
I held his face to and reciprocated his actions, feeling his skin, subtle hairs and bumps not perfect.

"Ditto."
He let out a quiet chuckle and nuzzled into my palm. His hands slid to my waist and guided me to our bed.
His weight on me excited my body, sent a signal to what was about to happen. Slowly he untied my top and tossed it aside. I tried to hurriedly pull down my jeans but he put his hand over mine.

"Let's not rush." He spoke softly and unbuttoned them slowly, sensually. He then unbuttoned his shirt and cast it aside. I rest my hands on his chest feeling heat. He was slender and not muscular but to me he was a Greek statue. I ran my hands along his body, worshiping it. They roamed to his belt and unbuckled while maintaining eye contact. I helped him out of his jeans and he mine. Once they were off my ancles he kissed up my legs and parted them.

"Uh Timmy." He got to my panties, they were pale pink and has and obvious wet patch. His eyes widened not expecting me to be that ready.
He kissed my clit over them and I softly moaned. He hooked fingers in each side and pulled them down agonisingly slow. He spread my lips and toyed with me.

It was frustrating if I'm honest, I just wanted him not taunting and teasing.
"Timmy- don't make me beg."
He chuckled.
"Okay then,"
Sitting up slightly he removed his boxers. He was already hard, I suspected he had been for a while. I don't know how he wasn't as desperate as me. He looked it but he didn't show it.

I admired patience in a lover especially as it's something I lack. Timmy was good at that. I touched him causing low, shaky breaths from his mouth. My thumb glazed over his tip spreading his precum.
"Oh baby,"
He pushed me by the shoulders on my back and adjusted so he could line up.

We done our routine mutual nod and he slid in. I couldn't help but moan.
Again, he caressed my cheek lovingly.
"God, I love you so fucking much." He whispered into my ear, another private love note.
He rolled his hips into mine, I bucked against him. He was deep inside me moving in a fluid and natural motion.
"Timmy, that feels so good." I complimented.

"You feel so good."
My wetness coated him and I squeezed making him scrunch up his face in pleasure.
"Uh babe, not too much I'll cum." He stuttered.
"I want you to cum." I said tucking his curls behind his ear.
"Don't tease." He warned.
He knew full well it was too early to finish but in that moment honestly I don't think I would have minded.

I leaned my head back and he kissed up my throat. The radio sounded for the first time I noticed; pearly dew drops by Cocteau twins. I'd first heard that song when I was about 12 or 13 and I remember thinking how romantic I thought it sounded.
I imagined kissing the boy I'd been crushing on and lay on my orange flower sheets eyes shut.

I looked back down at my husband and kissed him deeply. He closed his eyes lost in touch and feeling. Our tongues danced and he won the fight of dominance. I bucked my hips up into him faster and he followed suit.
My hands tugged on his curls now in total passion. Images flooded my mind.

Timmy on our wedding day, Timmy at the beach in his blue swim trunks, Timmy the day I met him and me writing my number on his arm, Timmy smoking a cigarette on a Tuesday afternoon in London. Unconsciously I pulled myself toward my climax.

Timmy felt it and released too moaning into my mouth and slamming into me.
He pulled back slightly bringing my bottom lip with him between his teeth.

He let go and breathed heavily with a huge grin. He caught my gaze for a bit longer and then rolled onto his back, I then rolled to rest my head on his chest. He stroked my hair.
"My beautiful girl."

A/N: Hope y'all enjoyed ;))