Info - stressed couple, opposing schedules, smutty smut, light choking (no Dom), changing positions, cock warming, unprotected sex
I was trying desperately to be quiet. I was working on getting a promotion at work, and Timothée was working long days on set. My job started later in the day so I was often up late. Timothée was often up at the crack of Dawn.
I knew this time was short but it was hard. Soon we'd be in a new chapter, but right now, I felt lonely. I was sick of worrying about waking him up. I wanted to wake him up. I wanted to talk to him for hours. I wanted to be with him again. I wanted to kiss until I couldn't breathe and have so much sex we couldn't move.
I slipped into bed with tears in my eyes. I missed my boy. I wanted my man.
"Mmmmm," groaned Timothée a bit. I felt a thrill go through me as he pulled me to him.
"I'm sorry I woke you," I whispered.
"Don'be," he slurred.
I snuggled into his arms. I pressed myself back against his reassuring presence. He let out a small gasp.
"Did I hurt you?" I asked worriedly, knowing he'd been attempting his own stunts lately.
"No, just, ah fuck, Timothée Jr. Is waking up a bit too now," he sighed. I giggled at the nickname. He was always so adore, and so sexy it drove me wild.
"Yeah? I didn't know he had any pep left in him these days," I mumbled back.
"Oh baby, trust me, just your voice can get him going," he whispered.
"Is that so?" I crooned.
"Ohhhh fuck," he moaned. As I pressed back I realised he wasn't being cheeky or teasing. He was completely rock hard in his boxers. I couldn't resist grinding back against him.
"Fuck baby, fuck baaaaaaaby," he gasped, his hands grabbing at my hips. His breath kept catching. I turned around to face him. His eyes were fluttering dramatically.
"Do you, do you have the energy?" I asked him in a hopeful voice.
"Who fucking cares, I need it. I don't care if I pass out half way through, I need this!"
"Eager?" I asked as I pulled his length free.
"So eager," he nodded.
His kisses weren't lazy per se, but more like, uncoordinated. He was clearly exhausted, but completely desperate.
"Let me put it in, please for the love of god let me put it in," he whined. I nodded excitedly.
"Ahhhhhh," he let out a satisfied noise as he bottomed out inside me. Saliva was covering out faces as we got sloppy. He held me in a bruising grip and ramming inside me. It was like he was in competition with himself to go deeper than he ever had.
"I missed your body. I missed your sounds. Oh fuck my love, Mon amour, please, please," he begged for no reason because I was all his. My hands were all over him. My hands pulled his curls, then my nails dug into his back, and finally my legs surrounded his waist and squeezed.
"I love you," I gasped.
We were rolling now. One second, I was on top. I was riding him and feeling up my breasts. I was whining his name as I grabbed at his neck a little bit. I didn't squeeze, but just anchored myself.
Then I was on the bottom. He caged me in with his arms and his eyes were dark. His hips plowed into me wildly.
Last, we were on our sides. We were clinging to one another as we both thrusted together to help each other. We were panting, barely able to keep our eyes open. I wanted the touch and the pleasure to last forever, but our bodies were tired.
"Can't hold back much longer," he moaned.
"Let go," I gulped.
"Fffuuu-uuu-uu-uck," he let out a long keen of bliss. He was releasing inside me. I clung to him as my walls fluttered and my body shook. We were pressing against one another as we rode out the delicious feeling.
"That was amazing," Timothée breathed a couple minutes later as he played with my hair. His eyes were already blinking slowly.
"Stay inside me," I whispered desperately.
"That's okay?"
"I can't be away from you right now," I said a little emotionally.
We wrapped ourselves in one another and pulled the blankets around us. We were warm and finally together.
"Mon amour," I heard a gentle voice saying ours later.
"Mm, sorry, you gotta go?" I asked groggily. I could feel him still snug inside me. He was hardening now though.
"No, I cancelled today. I can't spend this much time away from you. I need a morning with you," he confessed.
"I'll take off too. We need an us day."
"That sounds lovely," he sighed and buried his face in my hair.
