there are honestly few things you enjoy more in life than riding timothée.
you two had been in such a rush, you haven't even removed all your clothes, your shirt still half-on and your underwear simply pulled to the side so that he can fuck you as you straddle his waist.
"impatient, huh?"
"yes, i am, now shut up and fuck me," you say, gripping at his shoulders.
"yes, ma'am," he replies teasingly, beginning to move slowly. his hands are everywhere, gripping your thighs, sliding up to your hips, over your belly, and grabbing your breasts, thumbs rubbing over your nipples.
gasps come involuntarily from your lips. you aren't used to people touching you like this, sex never being something you've considered tender and loving like this, his hands and lips exploring every inch of you.
"is this okay?" he asks, looking up at you with piercing green eyes.
"more than okay," you reply. "don't stop."
he grins at your enthusiasm, kissing at your stomach.
"this isn't fair," you whine. "let me touch you too."
"be my guest."
you drag your nails over his shoulders, slowing the rhythm of your hips rolling on him. your fingers work their way down to play with his nipples, and he lets out a soft whine, a flush spreading across his cheeks.
and the tables are immediately turned, him melting beneath you as he continues to let out little noises.
"you like this, baby?"
"yes," he breathes.
you begin to rock your hips faster, his cock sliding inside you at a quicker pace.
your moans mix together, both of you reaching and gripping and touching wherever hands can grasp.
it isn't long until you come, and he releases seconds later, clearly having held out until you got the first orgasm. what a gentleman.
you kissed him deeply, making your way off his lap and sitting beside him on the bed, legs still trembling slightly.
yeah, riding timothée was definitely one of your favorite things.
