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Timmy's teeth grazed along the skin of your neck as you held onto him tightly, your hands gripping tightly at his biceps. He had your back pressed up against the wall, his knee lodged between your legs and an arm resting on the hard surface on either side of your head.
Slowly, he dropped his hands to your shoulder, pulling at the straps of your dress and dragging it down your arms. When he was no longer able to get the damn thing to move any further, he grunted into your neck frustratedly, his teeth burying into your skin gently. Timmy's flexed his fingers around the fabric giving it one harsh yank and splitting it through the middle with a loud tear.
He grinned at the moan that left your mouth when his left hand returned to the wall and his right hand grabbed a handful of your bare chest. Timmy hummed deeply, his lips travelling towards your shoulder before he let go of your boob and let his hand rest on your hip. His fingers slowly tightened around your flesh, tugging you closer into him and dragging your clothed heat along his thigh as he did so. Another moan fell from your lips, louder this time and more melodic with your increased pleasure.
Timothée didn't intend for the action to be anything other than innocent in its own way. But it wasn't and the sheer thought of such a small movement against his leg was enough to make you feel good made the corners of his lips turn upwards into a smirk. "Did that feel good, sweetheart?"
"I-oh," you breathed, your arms wrapping around Timothée's shoulders and pulling him closer to you. "Yes. Yes, it felt sogood, Timmy."
A deep chuckled emitted from his core, his leg suddenly pressed against you with a sudden amount of pressure that had you jerking backwards gently. Timothée's eyes were glazed over with dark lust and bright curiosity all mixed into a concoction of love and adoration that he felt only for you. The tips of your fingers grazed along his jawline as his hand guided your hips to move against his leg. Timothée's lips crashed onto yours in a heated kiss, his teeth banging against yours but neither of you cared enough to even feel the ache of it.
His thigh pressed against your crotch firmly, his hands pulling your hips so that your core brushed against his leg. Timothée's eyes fluttered shut at the sound of the whimpers that fell from your lips only for him. You were all for him to indulge in and he was all for you to indulge in. Not him nor you were meant for anyone else's intimacies.
Timothée's hands let go of your hips, his right getting lost in your hair and his left reaching to push the thin fabric of your panties to the side. "Move. I want you to make yourself cum on my fucking leg."
You let out a wanton whine at his demanding tone, your arousal only growing as your hips started moving on their own. The rugged fabric of his jeans rubbed against your folds, the friction on your clit causing you to tremble against your boyfriend's body. He held you tight, his left arm wrapping around your waist while your hips never slowed down.
Timothée couldn't recall ever experiencing something seemed so dirty all of a sudden, his chest heaving as he glanced down at the stain your wetness would leave on his pants. He didn't care though, the tightness in his pants growing almost painful.
"T-Timmy," you whimpered, his name sounding so innocent on your tongue as your actions only grew more sinful each time your pussy brushed harder against his thigh. "I-I want-oh fuck, I want more."
Timothée chuckled, his head falling to your neck, nibbling once more at the hickeys he had already left so gently you were almost convinced you had imagined it. He jerked his knee upwards, causing you to bounce against his leg and your drenched center rub against his thigh at a new intensity. You let out a drawn-out moan, pressing yourself harder against his thigh as he began to move his own hips, rutting his hard-on into your stomach and his leg against your pussy.
You felt yourself sweating, your stomach flipping and turning as Timothée's heavy breaths hit your ears. His low groans mixed with the friction of his thigh moving against your folds was sending you closer and closer to the edge.
"God, you're so fucking-you're going to cum for me soon aren't you, princess?"
You nodded your heat, your nails digging into his shoulders as he didn't hold back. Timothée's lips met yours in a messy kiss. You let out a shriek when he began moving his leg even faster. For a second you believed it was even possible for him to have done so. "I'm going to-"
"That's it," Timothée lowly drawled into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. He let out a growl. "Fuck, you're so pretty like this. Cum for me, sweet girl."
Your moans got stuck in your throat as you felt yourself hit your peak. It was like your whole body was on fire, a euphoric flame that engulfed both you and Timothée as his grunts and moans filled your senses. There was a second of silence on your behalf, your jaw falling slack and your eyes trained on Timothée's as waves of pleasure washed through your body.
Timothée's leg never stopped moving, letting you ride out your high until you were a shaking and sensitive mess. He let out a deep laugh, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and to your lips.
"How was that?" he asked, his voice soft; drenched in warmth and affection. Timothée's dark curls fell over his forehead, matted down by the beads of sweat that had formed on his skin.
"It was perfect," you muttered, giving him your best smile because your best was all you ever wanted to give the man you loved so much. Timothée's lip made its way between his teeth when your eyes never left his as you sunk to your knees in front of him, your fingers working to unbuckle his belt and the heel of your palm brushing against his bulge. "And now it's my turn to make you feel so fucking good, Timmy."
