Info - short sex scene, unprotected sex, a thing for hands
The date had been spectacular. A nice meal, a good movie, even a quick jaunt around an art show that had popped up in Paris.
I was hoping he liked me as much as I liked him. Curls, deep green eyes, and a lean body, he was just my type. I often thought of myself as unlikeable and ugly. It was nice not to feel that way. He'd treated me like I was a novelty or like I was special.
Timothée had been enthusiastic the entire date. When I'd been at a loss for words he'd come up with some. I couldn't believe I had this opportunity, but fuck, this was real.
I wanted to touch him so badly. I wanted him to hold me. It was only the first date but I was enamoured with him.
He was walking me home now. Small flutters of snow fell from the school. I was trying not to stare at him, but he looked so nice with his snow flecked eyelashes. I was thankful for the cool flakes that cooled my heated cheeks.
"Y/n," Timothee murmured as we went home.
"Yeah?" I asked hesitantly.
"I'm sorry, but I really want to hold your hand," he told me as he rubbed his neck awkwardly.
I felt like a statue. I couldn't move, I couldn't talk. My hand? He wanted to hold my hand. Finally, I shakily put out my hand. My fingers were stiff with cold.
He smiled and took it. He held my hand the whole bus ride home. I was like a puppy getting a bone.
That's how it all started. He knew how much hand holding meant to me. He did it whenever possible, especially when he made love to me.
"You're such a pretty girl," he murmured as he fucked me. His hand went up to mine and held it.
As we held hands he went deeper. He kissed me. I loved kissing him. After all this time hands and lips still stole my breath.
"I love you y/n, you're my good girl," Timmy told me before he came. Warm semen inside me. And fuck, he's been inside me so many times and would be inside me so many more. I was so lucky.
"I love you," I told him, near tears.
"I love you," he promised.
