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how can you not be obsessed?
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"We can have fun here, right?"
The sentence nearly jumps out of my throat. We stare at each other again, his lips barely part. My pulse races a thousand miles an hour.
We've already been together, why am I nervous?
Why is he taking so long to respond?
Fuck, I should've just went to the party-
"Seems there's a lot of fun to be had here," He finally speaks. "between you and me, I didn't want to go to that party." His eyes flicker down to my lips and back up to my eyes.
"Why waste the time?" I take my bottom lip into my mouth.
Another beat of silence comes between our words before I reach over to grab the back of his neck, crashing my lips on his.
We both sigh into the kiss, which is neither rushed nor sloppy, it's passionate and hungry. He pulls me over to straddle his lap, bringing his hands to caress my face, his thumbs sit at my temples.
"You have..no..fucking idea," He says between kisses before pulling away and holding my face inches away from his own, "How long I've waited to have you again." He nearly growls before connecting his lips with mine again.
I moan into the now desperate kiss, sucking lightly on his bottom lip, gently letting my teeth graze it on the way out.
"Don't ever make me wait that long," I pull away, "Ever again." I kiss down the side of his neck, sucking on his Adam's apple, and repeating with the opposite side.
His hands roam my clothed body. He grips my ass before palming my breasts gently. I try to repress a whine before grabbing at the bottom of his shirt to remove it. He lifts his arms up allowing me to take it off. He reconnects our lips as I feel down his chest. He slides his hands under my shirt resting at my waist, silently asking permission. I take my shirt off, leaving my upper-half bare. I thank the heavens above I decided against a bra tonight.
He kisses a line from my neck, to my collars, to the middle of my chest, finally, sucking the supple flesh of my left breast while his right hand travels up my torso to roll my right nipple between his fingers.
"Tim," I catch myself not wanting to give him that power, taking my bottom lip hard between my teeth. He looks up through his lashes at me before pulling away. He replaces his mouth with his fingers, going back up the same trail with kisses.
"Let me hear you." He stares wantonly, "Let me what how good I make you feel." He brings his mouth back to my neck, sucking bruises on both sides.
"Fuck, why does it — Oh fuck — Why do you make me feel so good?" I finally moan out, grinding my hips down into his own, finally feeling the thing I had been missing so desperately.
"Y'make such pretty sounds for me." He leans back, drinking me in, "So fucking beautiful." He runs his thumbs over my hips.
I get up off his lap, dragging him to my bedroom, nearly throwing him on the bed and following him down.
I straddle his waist and unbutton his jeans, pulling them off with his help, taking in his impossibly hard dick, before undoing my own. He flips me onto my back and pulls mine clean off in one jerk, eliciting a moan from me.
I could feel the cold air of the room through my panties from the wetness.
"Aww poor baby," He hovers over me feeling the damp patch, "So needy, you want my cock that bad?" He teases.
"Please, please." I whine, attempting to kiss him again. He pulls back.
"Beg me more." He brings a hand up to grip my neck lightly, pinning me back while my hips desperately thrust upwards for contact.
"P-Please fuck me, need it s'bad." I slur.
He places a chaste kiss on my lips before ridding both of us of our remaining modesty. He runs a finger through my sopping folds, grazing my clit in the most delicious way. I can't help the moan that escapes my throat. He repeats the action, but this time dipping a finger into my already clenching opening, curling his finger up into me.
"Feels," I drawl out a breathy moan, 'Feels so good Timothée." I grip his bicep.
"Fuck, say my name again baby." He sucks another mark onto my chest.
"Tim- Timothée, need you." I cry out, feeling an uncontrollable lust for him inside me.
"Yeah?" He pulls his fingers out, lining himself up, "I'm here, you'll have me." He slowly pushes into me, stretching me out in the most delicious way.
All I can manage is a choked moan when I feel him part me, "O-Oh shit." I glide my nails down his back when he bottoms out, hitting my most sensitive spot.
"Fuck you're so tight." He whispers, pulling back out to the tip and slamming back in, moaning out as he does.
"It's t-too much, can't take i-it." I stutter, digging my nails deeper into his lower back. He sets a steady pace, repeating that same motion over and over.
My moans get stuck in my throat as he hit just the right spot repeatedly, I can hear my own wetness as he slides in and out. The knot in my stomach starts to form as he speeds up his thrusts.
"Such a good girl. Look how good you take me." He smooths the hair from my face, breathing hard, offering the occasional growl when my pussy tightens around his length.
He lifts my leg up over his shoulder, offering a deeper thrust. I nearly scream his name as I feel that coil tighten.
"Gonna cum, I'm gonna — Fuck — I'm gonna cum." It comes out as more of a desperate squeal than I hoped. He continues to pound into me, gradually gaining more speed.
"Let go," I close my eyes as I feel the pressure build, "Look at me, say my name, let me see you." He holds my head in place but keeps his pace.
I stare into his eyes as I come undone, "Timothee, oh my god," My eyes roll back, "Don't stop." I repeat, my hole throbbing and squeezing him as the string snaps within me. I was so dazed I didn't realize the wetness leaking from within me onto the sheets.
"Oh fuuuck." He moans and burrows his face in my neck, his length twitches as his thrusts get sloppier, "I'm gonna cum, fuck." He bites the side of my neck once more while he fills me with his warmth.
He pumps into me once, twice, three times, making his seed spill out from the edges of me and down the two sides of my lips.
He stills inside me, our heavy breaths the only audible sound in the room. He eventually pulls out. He uses his shirt to clean us both up before laying beside my nearly lifeless body.
He pulls me into his chest and draws light circles into my back as his heartbeat lulls me to into a daze.
"Next time, we're going on a real date." He softly kisses my temple. "And you will not escape it." He chuckles.
