Info - needy Timothée, elevator sex, busy couple, against the wall sex
Since Timothée's movie was released near a holiday filled season, we had no time to relax. It was press circuit after press circuit. There were so many interviews. We were on our feet all the time and running around trying to build the hype. Timothée wanted WONKA to become like a holiday classic.
I had to admit the movie had all the elements it needed. It was feel good, funny, well directed and joyous. The doings had been stuck in my head for days. However, I missed having a moment alone with my boyfriend.
"I can't wait to go to bed," I sighed as he and I piled into the elevator.
"Yeah?" He asked. He sounded sad or disappointed. I was confused, I thought he was tired as well.
"Yes, these heels are killing me," I moaned in a self pitying tone.
"What about right now? Do you have any energy?" He asked me.
"Oh I'll be fine for the event if that's what you mean. I don't need to go back to the hotel or anything," I shrugged.
Little did I know, that was not why he was asking. Before I knew what was going on, he'd clicked the stop button. I was baffled until he swung me into his arms. I made a noise of surprise as he pressed me against the wall and kissed me deeply.
"Timothée," I gasped.
"Yeah baby?" He asked me. I was hot and blushing.
"What are you doing?" I asked. His eyes flickered down to the swell of my breasts in the heart shaped neckline of my dress. He had a mischievous light in his eyes.
"Let's fuck," hd said with a bright grin.
"What? In the elevator? Before an important event?" I demanded.
"You'll be too tired later, and you look absolutely delicious in that dress," he chuckled.
"Timmy-"
"There's some things I wouldn't mind suckling," he winked.
"Tim!"
"A sweet treat for a good candy maker?" He asked.
"Timothée," I said again. I couldn't stop the cheeky lad. He was kissing his way down my body. He knelt in front of me. He looked up at me with a wide smile.
As if I were a reverse Cinderella he took my heels off and tossed them behind him. He popped back up and grabbed my face to kiss me.
"I'd like to take off more than that, but we haven't got much time," he murmured.
"You charmer you," I gasped as he kissed and sucked my neck. He knew I'd given in them. I heard the jingle of his belt as I hiked up my dress.
"Ohhhhhh," he shuddered out a groan as he slipped inside me.
"Feels like it's been years since I had this," he moaned.
"Fuck it really does," I nodded. "Hurry."
"Yes ma'am," he nodded.
He began to thrust. He swallowed my desperate noises. I kissed him heavily, needing to feel his skin. Our lips were wild.
His palms massaged my thighs. He was grabbing and squeezing my skin. His hips never stopped their strong rhythm. I panted into his mouth.
"I didn't even realise how much I needed you," I whispered.
"Yeah baby?" He asked.
"Yeah, it feels so good," I keened. I was pressed hard against the wall of the elevator. He went between feasting on the exposed bits of my breasts and neck and capturing my lips to lead me back into euphoria.
"That's it," he groaned. He grabbed at my ass and lifted. He used the wall and his strength to hold me up. I wrapped my arms around him, enamoured with how badly he needed me.
He fucked me against the wall harshly. My hands were in his hair. The sound of lips smacking was loud. It smelled like sex in the small space.
"It, fuck, it just feels so good. I never want it to end," he heaved.
"You're so gorgeous and supportive and the love of my life. I want to have quickies in every place on earth and make love in every beautiful place. I want all of you all the time," he sighed.
"Oh baby," I whimpered. I threw my head back and basked in the feelings of the sex. I let out small noises of pleasure as Timothée mumbled in needy French.
"I'm close Mon amour," he warned.
"Me too," I nodded. "Just keep going. Please, like that, oh, oh, OH!"
"Yes! Yes!" He cried. We came together. Our slightly sweaty foreheads were pressed together as we gasped. Stars spun around the elevator. I felt every nerve blaze with pleasure. We went loose and fell to the floor together.
Soon we were both giggling in an almost sex drunk way. Timothée was still beaming as he helped me on with my heels.
He cleared his throat and straightened his outfit before restarting the elevator. I took his hand. We were both still a bit ruffled and red but it was thrilling.
"Timothée! Y/n!" Cried the voices of photographers the second we walked out. There were questions of our lateness. However, most of them said we looked like we were glowing. He and I sent each other knowing looks every now and again.
"Thanks again, I really did need that," I whispered to his as we posed.
"My pleasure Mon Amour," he chuckled and kissed my temple.
