Pulse of the Beat

CHAPTER 34: Back to Work

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Sorry for the late update, I'm trying as hard as I can to update, I'm actually neglecting my studies to give you my best in this 25568 words long chapter so....just Enjoy it!!!❤️

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The soft glow of morning filtered through the blinds, casting gentle stripes of light across Lucy's bare skin. She stirred slightly, her leg still draped over Tim's waist, the heat of their bodies intertwined. Tim lay beneath her, his breathing steady, though there was an undeniable tension in the way his fingers gently kneaded her breasts, lazily holding them like he'd done all night. He shifted beneath her, careful not to break the warmth that still pulsed between them, his body responding to every slight movement she made.

Lucy sighed softly, her body already reacting to his touch before her mind fully registered the world around her. They had spent the night exactly as they promised—together, close, intimate. Every time she'd stirred in her sleep, she'd felt him inside her, the subtle thrusts as they both drifted in and out of dreams, their connection never quite broken.

As Lucy's eyes fluttered open, she became more aware of the familiar weight of him, his body still pressed firmly into hers. A playful smirk crossed her lips as she shifted her hips ever so slightly, teasing him without a word. Tim groaned softly in response, his hand squeezing her breast a little harder, sending a spark through her that only made her grin wider.

"Morning," she whispered, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Morning," he murmured back, his voice gravelly and low. His hand slid down her side, fingers brushing against her soft skin before settling back on her breast, resuming his slow, lazy kneading.

"You seem... ready," she teased, pressing herself against him a little more firmly.

"You don't make it easy to sleep when you're like this," Tim said with a smirk, his hips shifting just enough to remind her of exactly how connected they still were. "Not that I'm complaining."

Lucy hummed in response, her eyes slipping closed for a moment as she leaned into his touch. They had fallen into this rhythm, this teasing, intimate exchange that felt natural now, like it was just another part of their routine. His hands wandered her body with a familiar ease, fingers skimming over her skin in a way that made her whole body hum with anticipation.

"Maybe I like keeping you up," Lucy whispered, her voice soft but teasing.

Tim chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest as his hand wandered lower, tracing the curve of her hip. "You're doing a damn good job of it," he replied, his fingers slipping under the waistband of her panties, teasing the edge of the fabric before pulling them aside.

Lucy gasped softly, her hips instinctively arching toward him as his fingers brushed against her, still teasing but with a more deliberate pressure this time. He was patient, as always, but there was something in the way his hands moved that told her he wasn't interested in taking things slow today.

She moaned softly, her body reacting to every little touch as he slowly began to move inside her again. Tim leaned down, his lips brushing against her neck as he thrust gently, his pace unhurried but firm. Lucy's breath hitched as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer as their bodies moved in sync, the lazy morning sunlight casting a warm glow over them.

Neither of them spoke for a few moments, the room filled only with the sound of their breathing and the soft rustle of sheets as they moved together. It wasn't rushed or hurried—just a slow, intimate connection that neither of them wanted to break.