Info - stopping sex, insecurity, mild smut, hurt comfort, angst
"Baby, I love you. You feel so good," he was gasping on top of me. I couldn't believe it.
Why would he pick me? Kylie was gorgeous. He was deep and wise but what person could resist someone so hot?
I thought all these things as he plunged deep. He was fucking me so hard. Yet I couldn't understand why he wanted me.
"Oh fuck, oh damn!" He groaned.
"Yeah," I mumbled. He stopped completely. He switched our positions. He pulled me into his arms and rolled us so I was on top.
"Baby," he whispered.
"If you want her, go get her," I mumbled.
"Are you talking about Kylie?" He asked as he kissed all over my chest. I couldn't quite understand how he could do this.
"Y-yes," I answered.
"Please don't think that," he murmured. He was pushing my hair away from my face.
"But she's perfection, why wouldn't you want her?" I asked.
"Well, that's simple," he shrugged. "I've got you."
"What do you mean?" I asked, struggling to sit up. He pushed me down gently. He shushed me and his long fingers ran through my hair.
"It's you for me, I've got no doubt about it," he whispered.
"Tell me more," I pleaded.
"I love just doing anything with you. I love to hold your hand and be in silence. I love to talk about deep things or trivial things. I love just being in your presence. I still get giddy to spend a day with you or have a date. It's just you, you make so excited."
"Really?"
"Oh of course. I love you and everything you are," he said. He was caressing my face and looking deeply into my eyes.
"Timothée," I gasped.
"You are my beloved. Every piece of you is a treasure. I can't look another way because there's no need to. I am beyond happy, beyond satisfied, beyond lucky," he promised me.
"I love you body. I didn't know making love could feel this way. I love your soul," he murmured as he traced my lips.
"Do you really mean it?" I breathed.
"With my whole heart and being," he nodded.
We laid in silence for a little bit. He leaned forward and gave me a sweet and heavenly kiss. This moment was so pure and the butterflies were swarming inside me so that I nearly felt like I was floating.
"I think it may be time for us to make our relationship public if you're this scared Mon amour," he said softly.
"Are you sure? I know you hate everyone being in your business," I said awkwardly.
"Darling, I'm so sure about you that none of it will change my feelings," he swore.
"Oh baby, thank you," I said and let him hold me close.
