Lucy knocked on Tim's door. She had tried to resist the urge to come over, but it was useless. Her mind wouldn't let it go. Why hadn't Tim told her about his break-up with Ashley? Was there possibly a chance for them? She had to see him.
"Just a sec," she heard him yell from the other side of the door.
"You're not my Skip The Dishes delivery," he said with a small smile as he opened the door and saw Lucy standing there.
He was pulling on a long sleeved crew shirt as he opened the door. The material clinging to his wet skin as he struggled with it. "Sorry. Just hopped out of the shower. What's up?" he said awkwardly.
Lucy was mesmerized by what she'd just witnessed. His muscular chest and abdomen, glistening in the hallway light. Every muscle defined. His jeans low on his hips as he'd clearly rushed to pull them on. It was only a glimpse... but it had her heart racing.
"Lucy?" Tim questioned.
"Ah, yeah. Sorry," Lucy fumbled as she tried to regain her composure.
"Why are you here? Everything okay?" Tim asked with more concern in his voice.
"Can I come in?" Lucy asked quietly.
"Uh... sure. I mean... of course," Tim replied, stepping back and opening the door wider so Lucy could step in. How similar the moment was to when Lucy invited Tim in after Vegas, wasn't lost on either of them.
Lucy took a deep breath and walked through the door.
"I ran into Ashley today," Lucy paused, then continued, "on a date." Tim's eyes met Lucy's for a moment, then drop down to the floor.
"I feel like you're pushing me away. I thought we were friends. I feel like I don't even know what's going on in your life anymore," Lucy said.
Tim kept his eyes on the floor. "That's kind of the problem. I don't think I can just be your friend right now," he paused raking his hand through his hair, as if he was struggling to decide if he should say more.
Then, as if part of him gave in, he started again softly.
"I want more. A lot more. After kissing you, I want... to know what it's like to hold you. To know the taste of your skin on my lips. I want to know what it feels like to have your thighs wrapped around me. I want to know what what it feels like to be deep inside you," he lifted his eyes to meet hers almost guiltily.
"I know you're with Chris. And, you've been through a lot with Rosalind. So, I thought I should keep my distance," Tim finished.
Lucy stepped towards him, "I want those things too."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely. All the sexual tension that she'd bottled up since Las Vegas came bursting out all at once.
He kissed her back, pulling her in tighter to him.
Lucy dropped her hands from his neck. She wrapped her right hand around his waist. Once she found the hem of his shirt, she slid her hand up under the material and up his back. His soft skin was warm, still slightly damp from the shower. The muscles in his back and shoulders felt so solid under her hand.
She was more daring with her left hand, which wrapped around his waist, then slipped under the waistband of his boxer briefs and grabbed his bare ass cheek, pulling him tighter into her.
She could feel the length of him hard against her. So, she pulled herself into him even tighter.
She stepped back grabbing the hem of his shirt and used it to pull it up, over his head and on to the floor. He returned the favour. Unbuttoning her blouse so that he could easily pull it over head. Her bra was simple. A black t-shirt underwire. Tim got the hooks undone easily and it dropped to the floor.
Her beasts were beautiful. Larger than he'd imagined. He ran his hands up her rib cage, taking the weight of each into his hands. He traced her hard nipple with his left thumb, which Lucy's whole body reacted to. She bit her lip to hold in a moan as her hips pressed into him. She started pulling up her calf-length skirt bunching it up as she gathered it in both hands until she could easily reach her panties and pull them down. Like her bra, they were pretty plain and simple... She hadn't really planned on this conversation going like this.
She pushed him back, so that he was seated on his couch. She put her knee on the couch and straddled him. She kissed his neck, just under his left ear, then moved back to his lips.
She started to unbutton his Levi's. Wishing she'd done it before getting on top of him. He smiled at her struggle, and helped by lifting up his hips so she could pull his jeans and briefs down to his knees.
His cock was perfect. Large, but not so big to make things uncomfortable. She reached down and wrapped her hand around it. The skin was so soft and it felt so hard under her fingers. She started a steady stroke. Up and down. Up and down.
Tim groaned and pulled her in for a kiss. He ran his left hand from her neck down across her breast, over her rib cage and finally, palm up between her legs. His fingers quickly found her clit. He was no novice. He massaged it gently, then when her hips told him that he had the right spot he added a little more pressure. She gasped, opening her mouth wide in pleasure then closed slowly, biting on her bottom lip.
"You're so wet," he whispered with a smile in his voice.
"I need you now," she whispered, her voice raspy, then took her hand off his cock. She lifted her hips and slowly lowered herself on to him.
She was so wet and so tight that he let out a desperate moan. He put his hands on her hips pulling himself deeper into her. They easily found a rhythm. Their bodies in sync with each other.
Tim stood up. Easily lifting Lucy with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He kicked off his pants, which were down below his knees, as he walked.
He carried her towards the bedroom and leaned forward to carefully lay her on the bed. He climbed on top of her slowly, carefully, not wanting to put his full weight on her.
Leaning on his elbow he carefully brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes. He looked so deeply at her. She wasn't sure that he'd ever looked at her that intensely. "You are so incredible," he said then leaned in for a kiss.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.
Her hips let him know that she was ready for him to finish what they'd started on the couch.
He slid back inside her. His pace quicker. His strokes deeper and harder. She wrapped her legs around him to pull him even deeper.
Her fingers dug into the smooth skin on his back in pleasure.
She gasped as she came. He finished seconds later and let out a raspy moan of pure pleasure.
He rolled off her gently, resting his head on the pillow beside hers.
"I think we just crossed the friends line," he joked as he looked deeply into her eyes.
Lucy smiled. "Definitely. "
