Will You Accept This Rose?

11. Balance

As Tim started waking up, he felt a finger traveling along his jaw bone. He opened his eyes to find Lucy beside him with a focused expression as she traced the structure of his face. "What are you doing?"

"Memorizing your face," she answered simply as her pointer finger dragged down the slope of his nose.

"Why? You'll see me later today."

"I know, but I'm being sentimental."

"Sentimentality is overrated. Don't tell me you're one of those people that holds onto everything that has a memory attached to it."

Lucy bit her lip. "I've pressed every flower you've given me, so I can keep them."

"Are you kidding? That's ridiculous!"

"It is NOT ridiculous! It's sweet," she insisted, which earned her an eye roll from him. She clicked her tongue. "Screw you," she spat out; his still mostly sleepy face was too cute that her tone came out softer than she intended.

He smirked. "I will if you ask nicely."

She laughed into his neck then planted a kiss there.

Tim hooked a finger under her chin to redirect her lips over to his. "Come here," he hummed before he kissed her adoringly. He pulled back and saw her sparkly eyes, then he glanced at his watch. As his fingers carefully glided down her spine, he reported, "We have a little time before I have to take you back to the mansion."

"What should we do with a little time?"

"Definitely keep your clothes off," Tim requested as his hands splayed across her bare back. "And, you should probably kiss me."

She nodded, because she thought it was a perfect plan. Lucy was surprised that he met her lips softly and slowly, and his tongue moved in the same fashion, languidly exploring her mouth as if they had all the time in the world. Where she was sitting on his side, her hands could easily roam over his chest then lower. It was a quick brush at first, but in her curiosity, Lucy blindly felt around for his morning wood where it was heavy against his stomach. Just lightly touching his cock made him let out a quiet whine directly into her mouth. She wanted to swallow up more of his noises, though. Without breaking her lips away from his, she shifted from laying at his side to on top of him.

Tim opened his eyes to see how her hair fell like a curtain down one side of their faces, but that did not do anything to effect the brightness surrounding them, since her smile was dazzling. "Why are you so happy?"

"I'm with you, aren't I?" She answered before diving in for yet another gentle, lazy kiss. Her goal to elicit more sounds out of him was far easier to reach from her position above him; slowly, she rolled her hips in tiny ministrations just enough to rub her mound against the underside of his shaft at the same pace as their mouth's movements, and he was groaning in no time. Each noise, each buck of her hips, and each second her sensitive skin was right against his dick, her blood ran hotter, which triggered an almost animalistic need to speed up and get closer to her pleasure, but Lucy wanted to prolong the unhurried, easy morning they were sharing, so she chose to deposit some of the desire overwhelming her into him. She took his hands from where they were palming at her ass to intertwine their fingers tightly. Pressing the backs of his hands into the mattress helped until Tim started positively moaning with every puffy exhale against her lips as their kiss started to fall apart.

Certain the vein on the underside of his cock had never received so much attention before, he was getting so hard he was throbbing, and he was not even inside of her. Tim wondered if they would fit together as perfectly as their fingers did. Her slick dripped onto his balls, and something unfamiliar tore out of his throat in ecstasy. "Lucy," he rasped when he could eventually speak.