Intoxicating

Feeling Good In The Woods (part 2)

Continued...

Timothée's hand drifted lower, finding that sensitive spot that sent a jolt through me. My breath hitched, and I could feel my heart racing as his fingers moved with a deliberate gentleness that left me lightheaded. I looked up at him, and the way he looked back at me-steady and intent-made my stomach flip.

He leaned in close, his voice low and warm against my ear. "I love seeing you like this," he whispered, and a shiver ran through me. I bit my lip, feeling heat rise to my cheeks as I melted into his touch, savoring every second of it.

"I love you making me feel this way." I said as I moved my hips a bit against his fingers.

Timothée then went down and pulled off my shorts and underwear. Timothée gently lifted my legs, guiding them up over his shoulders, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. He leaned in, close enough that I could feel his breath against my skin, and the warmth of his gaze was almost enough to make me dizzy. A soft moan slipped out as his hands traveled along my sides, his touch slow and deliberate, igniting something deep within me.

"You're amazing," he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of tenderness and desire. Hearing that, feeling the way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, only pulled me in deeper. I couldn't help but smile, my own fingers tracing his shoulders as I let myself get lost in the moment, in him.

He then moved away, and I felt his mouth below. I closed my eyes, letting a soft gasp slip from my lips as his touch sent shivers through me. The warmth of his mouth made my whole body tingle. "Oh... f-fuck, Timmy!" I whispered, smiling as the rush of it all washed over me.

When I opened my eyes, he was looking up at me, that mischievous spark in his gaze and a playful grin tugging at his lips. My fingers slid through his hair, pulling him closer as I savored every second, every little touch that made the moment feel like it was only ours, leaving me breathless and completely his.

Timothée leaned back once more just enough to catch my gaze, his lips glistening, and he gave me that familiar, teasing smirk. "Every time, you taste better and better," he murmured, his voice low, sending a thrill through me.

I couldn't help but blush, feeling the intensity of his words settle over me, and I tugged him closer, unable to keep the smile from my face. I laugh, shaking my head a little. "Guess I'll just have to take your word for it," I tease, feeling my cheeks heat up. Timothée's eyes lock on mine, a glint of challenge in them as he leans in even closer.

"Kiss me," he murmurs, his voice almost a whisper, "with the taste of you on my lips."

My stomach flips at his words, a rush of warmth spreading through me. I can barely manage a nod, my heart pounding as I lean in, I slide my tongue along his lips, feeling the way he responds, opening up to me. My fingers twist into his hair, holding him close, not letting him pull back, not even for a second. A soft moan slips from me as my other hand tugs at the waistband of his pants, signaling to him that I'm ready, that I want this.

He lets out a low, quiet groan, his grip on me tightening, like he can feel the fire between us building. I help him slide his pants off, my hands steady, guiding him close, feeling the weight of every moment. The anticipation has us both breathing heavier, and it feels like the whole world has faded into just this-a rhythm, a connection. I guide him, moving against him slowly. I slide him inside me and he closed his eyes and lets out a sigh. He pushes into me, and I lay back down. He grabs my legs from each side of him and throws them over his shoulders.

"Fuck me, Timmy," I whispered with a smile and he did just that. I back up on my elbows as I watched him thrust in and out of me. I bit my lips as I watched and played with myself.