Back To You

Part 6

Warnings - smut, unprotected sex, boob lover Timmy, divorced couple, pool sex

I felt like a very evil person for feeling a bit sad that Julian was improving so much. If I would analyze the feelings I knew the reason would be once he remembered, Timothée would leave. I could barely admit to myself that I thoroughly enjoyed him being around.

He was the person I'd fallen in love with, he hadn't changed with fame. He was over excited, he was sweet, he was intelligent and charming and humble and just so good. Now that the problem of money was gone, we could've been perfect. That also seemed shallow of me. I couldn't think these things without feeling horrible about myself.

He was getting more and more tempting by the day. I wish there was a way we could just fuck, and maybe then I'd get these feelings out of my head. Maybe I was just attracted to him. That could be possible.

I hadn't mentioned Craig, nor seen him again. Timothée seemed pleased at that.

I was inside reading, Julian was sleeping. As I turned the page I heard a loud splash. In alarm, I went out to see if something had fallen in the pool I'd installed once Timmy's child support checks got bigger.

When I went out, I saw Timothée surface, and I nearly had a heart attack. Wet, shirtless, Timmy was not good for my mental state at the moment.

"Like what you see?" He chuckled. I tried to play it off by sitting down, dipping my toes in the water.

"Maybe, maybe not," I shrugged. He got a devilish gleam in his eyes, and before I knew it, I was plunged into the water. I floundered for a bit before coming up, nearly nose to nose with a cackling Timothée.

"You fucking asshole," I beat on his chest.

"I could tell you wanted to get in," he shrugged. The atmosphere changed as we realized how close we were to one another, he was panting, water dripping from his eyelashes. I didn't think I'd ever seen a more beautiful sight.

"You know what we never did?" He whispered.

"What," I asked, eyes dipping to his lips.

"Breakup sex," he said slowly, gauging my reaction.

"Is that a real thing?" I asked, licking my lips.

"Totally," he said. "We're owed at least one time, we got divorced."

"Okay," I said simply and attacked him. He was kissing me just as eagerly. His hands were all over me. Not even just on my breasts and ass, it was like he desired to rememorize my form. My hips, my shoulders, my jaw, my throat.

"I have to get you out these clothes," he said desperately. I helped him remove my soaking garments. Soon I was in nothing.

"Fuck," he moaned as he looked at me in the moonlight.

"What?" I asked, feeling a little awkward now.

"I don't think I ever told you, you have my favorite body type too," he said.

"I-I do?" I asked, feeling for some reason as if I might cry. "Even now, after the pregnancy, and with all the beautiful women you see all day long."

"Even now," he whispered into my ear, as sucked the lobe into his mouth. My eyes fluttered shut.

"And I'm not ashamed to say I've missed these," he said kneading my breasts adoringly.

"Hey twins, I'm back for one more round," he said. I rolled my eyes at his goofiness, but then he bent down and took my tit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nipple.

"Holy shit," I gasped. I reached down to remove his swim trunks eagerly.

"Oh fuck," I whined.

"What?" He asked dreamily, popping off my breast.

"I forgot how massive you were," I said.

He beamed with pride, but thankfully, didn't tease me. He began to nudge his tip at my entrance.

"It's okay," I said. "You can go in."

"No protection?" He asked.

"I'm on the pill," I said

"Thank fuck," he moaned, and sheathed himself inside me. I barely held back my moan as I felt how well he stretched me. Soon, he was going at a rapid pace.

"Oh fuck, you feel so good, still so tight," he whimpered as he rutted into me.

"Love your c-cock," I gasped, and this made him go faster. He was fucking me senseless. I couldn't form coherent thoughts. How had I ever gone without this? How had I given this up.

I wound my arms around his neck and kissed him sloppily. His fingers were digging into my hips as he fucked into me.

"Fuck," he whined into my mouth. I sensually licked from his chin to his nose.

"How are you so hot, damn it," he cursed. I felt like I needed something physical to remember this happened. I began to suck on the spot on his neck that I knew made him weak. He whimpered as I suckled the skin, and lapped at where I'd put pressure. His hand moved down to massage my clit and I squeaked with surprise and pleasure.

"You like that?" He said.

"Oh, Timmy," I moaned.

"See, such a nice name to say while you're being fucked. Not like Craig," he taunted.

"I wouldn't know," I panted. "I didn't fuck Craig."

The look on his face was of insane happiness, and some how he went faster.

"Oh, Timothée, I think I'm gonna-" I was throw into my orgasm, my walls clenching him as I felt wave after wave of pleasure roll through me.

"Holy fuck," he moaned, and he was filling me. I'd forgotten how big his loads usually were. He just kept pulsing and cumming as he groaned, head nestled into the crook of my neck. He gave two last thrust for good measure, and pulled out.

"See sometimes bad ideas are fun," he winked.