Info - semi forbidden romance, hidden relationship, no condom, wild sex, just the tip, unprotected sex, multiple positions, multi cum
He climbed through the window, like a thief in the night who just had to have me. Our relationship was new and we weren't even really supposed to be with one another. Up until three weeks ago, I'd been dating his best friend.
The heat between Timothée and I had been intense since day one. I was so unused to this instant spark. So far, most things had been only physical. We were finally touching all the places we'd fantasised about. At last it wasn't forbidden any long. We could ravage one another.
Wild animalistic sex was our specialty. We never took our time. We didn't mind how dirty and wet things got. Each encounter left everything sodden and permeated with the lust heavy scent of sex.
"Your skin, I need it," Timothée gasped. He was on top of me on seconds. He licked stripes up my neck. His hips were already humping against me as if he couldn't even wait for us to undress before beginning.
"Oh fuck, Timothée," I moaned. My legs were wrapped around him. Our kisses were heated and sloppy. I bit at his lip and pulled. He shuddered with every lewd idea I'm sure he was thinking.
I laughed as I reached down into my panties. I fingered up some of my slick. I ran my digits down his face. He groaned in the most erotic way. He slurped my fingers into his mouth. He suckled desperately. His drool was running down my hand.
"I'm enamoured with you," he gulped. His eyes were wide, but nearly black with feral need.
"I want you, I fucking want to go wild," he told me.
Suddenly, we were ripping off one another's clothing. Panties, bra, boxers, and everything else was thrown haphazardly. We were undulating, pushing down one hand only to grab the other. We were kissing, his long member pressed against my thigh. He was so hard I couldn't believe it. I could feel the veins of him against my supple skin.
"C-condom," I breathed. I needed him inside me. I needed to feel him even if it was through a stupid rubber.
"I-I forgot them," he said sheepishly.
"What?" I demanded
"I'm sorry!"
"Timothée come On!"
"I was so horny. All my blood went to my cock, I couldn't think straight," he pouted.
"Yeah?" I asked curiously.
"Of course, I can't go a day without obsessing over you," he said and nuzzled his face against my jaw.
We had stopped everything. Our breathes were calming. It felt like our lust and heat should be cooling, but I felt it stirring even more.
He wasn't letting me relax. His body was rhythmically rolling against mine. His tongue and lips were adoring my neck. His breath was warm and his hands were roaming.
"W-we could still-"
"I'm not on birth control," I sighed.
"Just the tip," he offered. Just the words made me churn with need.
"Yes," I breathed before I could take it back.
"Fuck really?" He asked, but he didn't wait for an answer. Before I knew it. His thick head was inside me.
The bare and rawness of him was like a lightning bolt to my system. I grabbed at him wildly. I could feel his throbbing tip and ever gush of precum he emitted.
