The Villager

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THE VILLAGER
ʚɞ Ruth ʚɞ

Gasping at the feeling of Timothy in between my legs, underneath the covers, hiding from the world. The sun shines brightly into my room as morning shifts and night falls. I awoke out of my slumber, and I was thinking it was all in my imagination until Timothy lefts the covers from his head, his lips glistening from me and grins.

"Perhaps it was a bad idea allowing you to stay the night."

He deepens the grin, a smirk falls upon his lips. "Was it?" He hides his head again, going back for more and when my back lifts off the bed, he tightens his hold onto my thighs, making them stay down on the bed.

My hands fists the sheets, my mouth opening wide- wishing I could scream out from the feeling of his mouth against me. His tongue swirls in all the right places, and when I finally notice what he is doing with his tongue against me, I almost let go.

T.

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He is writing his name, reaching his lips towards my skin and I can feel him move towards my stomach, lifting my nightgown. His fingers take over where his lips have left, and my eyes roll to the back of my head, my hips meeting the rhythm his fingers are taking me.

"What a gorgeous view this morning, am I right?"

"Timothy," I moan his name because I cannot help it. My claw sinks into his shoulders as he hovers above me. His eyes watch me, my own eyes meet his gaze.

"Sounds so good to hear my name coming from your lips. I wish to hear it again..." He bites his lower lip as he curls his fingers inside me, hitting something so soft that has me feeling and seeing stars.

Just as I moan out his name, his lips move against mine as he swallows the luscious taste of me screaming his name out of pleasure.

I try reaching for him, deepening the kiss as we let our passion overtake our bodies. My front door is knocked on, it is loud and hard and it has Timothy tensing at the sound. His shoulders flex as he looks back at my closed bedroom door.

"Are you expecting anyone?" He asks, turning towards me when his lips are still glistening from me and it only makes me feel more passionate.

I breathe out. "Just ignore it. They will soon leave."

The door is knocked on again, and his brows furrow. "Tilley is at school, yes?"

I nod. "Left early this morning."

"You don't think it is your mother, do you?" He now has crazy eyes, and fear wraps around his voice, thinking my mother was here to pack Tilley's things and take her away.

I reach up to kiss him, slipping from under him. "I shall go see. I do not believe she will be here. She is well on her way across the seas. But I shall check just for you." Reaching for my robe, silk wraps my body and I reach for my bedroom door.

Knocks are heard again, much softer than before and it has me walking to my front door quickly, wishing to know who was behind the door. Opening the door, inviting in much sunlight, I frown at the sight of who I never thought I would see again.

He is in a fine suit, hair gelled back with a mustache combed through nicely. He has flowers in his hands, and a shocked look on his face when he finds me on the other side of the door.