However Do You Want Me... || Chenford / The Rookie

Part 26

Tim rubs his thumb over her cheek, heart feeling like it might burst out of his chest at her words. "You absolutely have me," he dips his head to brush his lips over hers, "If you want me, that is..."

Her eyes overflow again as she laughs, "How are you such an idiot? Of course I want you. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to get enough of you." She throws her arms around his neck, hugging him with all of her might, and he laughs out loud as she topples them both before collapsing on top of her.

"Lucy, I'm going to crush you," he warns, still grinning at her overzealous display of affection.

"I don't care," she proclaims, squeezing him impossibly tighter. "I'll happily die underneath Tim Bradford's half-naked body, though, now that you mention it, fully naked would be preferred," she says pointedly.

"Is that so?" he teases, rolling off of her and sitting up with his back against the headboard, eyes darkening as he lets his gaze travel down the length of her naked body, "Well then, let's at least make it worth it..." He easily tugs her up toward him by slipping his arm under the small of her back, and his mouth is covering hers before she even has the chance to respond, kissing her in a way that has her body tingling and throbbing with that delicious ache for him all over again.

When they break apart, Tim lifts his hips, sliding off his pants and boxers in a single go. Lucy is ready for him, hands pressing his shoulders back against the headboard as she climbs on top of him, settling into a straddle that leaves him groaning as the warmth of her center slides against his erection.

She locks her eyes on his and then uses both hands to pull his right hand up to her mouth. She scrapes her teeth over the tip of his pointer finger before closing her mouth over it and sucking, moaning softly as she tastes herself on his skin, working the length in and out of her mouth.

And the movement is so suggestive, so dirty, so jarring when coupled with her perfectly pretty, almost doll-like features, that Tim can feel himself become impossibly harder, withstanding her sensual teasing for only a few moments more before pulling his hand back, a surprised squeak escaping her as he crushes her against his chest, one hand tangling into her hair as he kisses her hungrily. "I am never going to be able to get enough of you," he snarls against her mouth.

Lucy kisses him back, pressing her chest against his and wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, tongues meeting as she rolls her hips against him, moaning into each other's mouths before finally breaking apart, breathless. Her hands find his shoulders, her lips forming a perfect pout when he resists her attempts to break free from his hold. One look at her expression and he knows he's beat, knows he would do literally anything for this woman. He presses a final kiss to her lips before relenting, arms falling to his sides as he waits for what she has in store for him.

She smiles, that annoyingly adorable gleam of victory in her eyes as she presses herself against him again and nuzzles her face into his neck, kissing and sucking and nipping until he is again attempting to pull her back up for a kiss. She bats his hands away, instead sliding off of his lap and onto her knees, moving to gather her hair over one shoulder before turning her attention to his cock.

His breath catches as she bends. She presses a soft kiss to the sensitive spot on the underside of his shaft and he's unable to suppress the sound of his pleasure — her soft, full lips against his skin even better than he had imagined.

"Lucy, you don't —"

"Shut up, Tim," she orders before adding more sweetly, with a hand kneading into his hip, "Relax."

And so he does, unable to tear his eyes away from her as she slowly, agonizingly runs her tongue from base to tip, flicking her tongue over the bead of pre-cum before closing her mouth over the head.