Lucy's back hit her bedroom door as Tim forcefully pushed it shut, a moan falling from her lips as his body pressed even closer into hers, his hands still buried in her hair. She felt like she was on fire; her body melting under his touch, her heart hammering against her chest in anticipation as she traced her fingers over the smooth muscle of his back.
Slowly, she felt his hands start to travel down her sides, only stopping when they reached the hem of her sweater. Lucy could feel the moment Tim started to try to figure out the complicated contraption, his lips beginning to slow against hers as he wrestled with twisted ties. She let him fumble around for a moment before huffing a laugh, breaking their kiss long enough to breathe, "I got it."
She shooed his hands away, another moan of appreciation falling from her lips as they found a new purpose in grabbing her ass. Tim chose that moment to start kissing a trail from the underside of her jaw down her neck, his mouth wet and hot against her flushed skin. With one final tug, Lucy let her sweater fall from her shoulders onto the floor, her hands already lifting the hem of her tank top up and over her head as Tim took a tiny step back.
Tossing that aside too, Lucy watched Tim's eyes slowly drag down her body, the hunger in them sending a rush of heat between her legs. Not wanting to wait another moment, Lucy surged forward, once again capturing his lips with hers while gently pushing him towards the bed, marveling at the feeling of her bare skin sliding against his.
Tim happily obliged her, stumbling backwards until the back of his knees hit the bench that stood in front of her bed. Wrapping his arms around her bare torso, he pulled her down with him as he sat, Lucy straddling his lap. Looking up at her through hooded eyes, Tim resumed his trail of kisses down her neck as his hands slid down her back, Lucy arching into his touch, her hand fisted against the back of his neck, Tim grunting in appreciation as she ground into his lap. She could hear herself breathing, loud and fast as Tim's hands stopped at the clasp of her bra, could feel herself arching against him even further in a silent plea.
His mouth on the base of her throat, Tim took all of two seconds to undo the clasp, Lucy rolling her chest against his as his fingers gently pushed the straps off her shoulders, Lucy reaching down to grab her bra before throwing it to the side. Lucy felt more than heard Tim chuckle against her skin, his mouth a few inches away from the top of her breast.
"What," she whined, her head rolling back in pleasure as he resumed his downward trail of kisses.
"You're making a mess," he murmured, his voice deeper than she'd ever heard it.
As his hand came up to palm the underside of her breast, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing circles over her peaked nipple while the tip of his tongue flicked across her other one, Lucy found the only coherent thought left in her head was, "Mhmm."
A high-pitched, keening whine that Lucy had never made before fell from her lips as Tim sucked her hardened nipple into his mouth, each tug on the sensitive bundle of nerves making her clit throb. She could feel his erection pressing against her even through the multiple layers of fabric that still separated them, could feel his heart beating wildly against her skin.
Lucy was so turned on right now, she wasn't sure how much longer she was going to last. Never had she been this excited, never had she wanted, no, needed someone this badly before. But this was Tim, and Tim was different. Not only was he the most attractive man she'd ever been with, but this time, it wasn't just her body that was invested, it was her heart too. And after everything he'd just done for her, given up for her without a second thought for himself, Lucy found that she didn't have the words to accurately express how much that meant to her, only the action.
And after weeks of holding herself back, Lucy was done waiting.
"Tim," she breathed, leaning back slightly to look him in the eyes, his blown pupils meeting hers. They stared at each other for a moment, Lucy wordlessly conveying her message as her hand trailed down his muscled chest.
Save the teasing for later. I need you. Now.
Nodding his agreement, Lucy braced her hands against the foot of her mattress, pushing herself up enough to spin her body around, her left leg swinging over his waist as she sat down on the edge of her mattress, her feet pressing down against the bench. Tim was now standing, unfastening his belt as he watched Lucy begin to peel off her own pants. Once she got them off, she quickly tugged her socks off too, bundling them into a pile. Locking eyes with Tim, she threw the pile to the side of her room with flare, giggling as Tim shook his head, a grin spreading across his face as he kicked off his own socks and pants.
All that was left to remove was her lacy black underwear, which was currently soaked through, courtesy of Tim. She watched his gaze narrow in on her hands as they lingered at her waistband, Lucy scooting back on the bed before leaning back against her elbows, bringing her knees up so that her feet now rested against the mattress as well. Her legs were spread wide, her wavy hair hanging over the swell of her breasts, her body thrumming under his almost predatory like gaze as she teased him for just a moment longer.
Slowly, she lifted her hips, sliding the lacy scrap of fabric over her ass before pushing it down past her knees, her stomach swooping in anticipation as Tim tugged his boxers off in one violent motion before striding towards her, leaning over the bench to stop her hand as she slipped her underwear over her ankles.
"Allow me," he said, his voice guttural, before he took the lacy fabric from her and unceremoniously tossed it over his shoulder.
Lucy threw her head back and laughed, but that laugh soon turned into a groan of ecstasy as Tim surged forward, his body leaning over hers as his mouth captured hers, hungrier than ever before. Tim slowly crawled onto the bed as they continued to passionately make out, Lucy scooting backwards until both of them were laid out on top of the mattress, Tim's bare, muscular body pressing down over hers.
Lucy gasped as Tim settled himself between her legs, the head of his swollen, hard cock now resting against her soaked entrance, her body involuntarily rocking against it, desperate to have him inside her. She'd only been able to catch a glimpse before Tim practically pounced on her, but what she had seen made her toes curl in anticipation.
"Fuck Luce," Tim growled, causing another rush of heat between her legs at his words and tone. The hand that wasn't braced above her head began to trail down her stomach before curling over her hip, lifting her leg up even higher as he re-positioned himself between her thighs.
Lucy's hands were running down his back, grabbing the curve of his ass as she tried to press him even closer against her, needing to feel like she was drowning in him. Slowly, Tim dragged his lips away from hers, her breath coming in pants as she locked eyes with him, reading the unspoken question in them.
"Please," she begged, lifting her head to capture his lips again, swallowing his grunt of approval.
He pulled back again, his eyes searching hers.
"Should we, uh, use something?" he asked uncertainly, and Lucy resisted the urge to slap herself on the forehead for not even thinking about that until now. God this man was distracting.
Thinking for a moment, Lucy was kind of surprised by what came out of her mouth.
"I'm on the pill, and I'm clean- I had my annual check up the day before we started dating, coincidently."
Tim nodded, confidently saying, "I am too."
Normally, Lucy always used protection, at least for the first few times before she got to know and trust the other person. But, she already trusted Tim with her life, and this time, it wasn't just about the sex. Lucy didn't want anything to come between them for this moment, not unless Tim did.
"I'm okay if you are," she said softly, holding her breath for his reply.
Tim leaned back down, giving her a gentle peck on the lips. "Okay," he murmured, and Lucy could feel him smile against her mouth. Pulling back once more, Tim glanced down, and Lucy could feel him starting to guide himself towards her entrance before he froze, his gaze flying back to hers.
"You kept it," he said breathlessly, his hand now skimming over her ribs, his gaze full of wonder as he stared at her. It took Lucy a second to realize what he was talking about; it had been so long since she'd even thought about it.
Smiling softly at him, Lucy reached down, tangling her fingers with his.
"Someone very important to me once told me it was proof I was a survivor; it was something to be proud of." She shrugged, squeezing his hand in hers. "I liked the sound of that, so I decided to keep it for a while. And you know what, it turns out he was right."
Tim continued to stare at her, an unreadable expression crossing his features before he surged forward, his hand cradling her face.
"Lucy," he breathed, his forehead pressed against hers as his hips began to move, the head of his cock finally sliding into her soaked core, stretching her in the most delicious way.
Lucy's mouth made that keening whine again as he slowly slid the rest of the way into her, Tim's breath coming out in a shaky gust as he stayed there for a moment, buried deep inside her.
"You good?" he whispered, nuzzling his nose against hers.
"Never better," she answered, kissing him as she lifted her hips, silently demanding more friction.
With a groan, Tim began to move, each thrust becoming faster and harder than the last. Lucy's head fell back, her hands fisting against his hips at the sensation of his thick, hard shaft sliding in and out of her, her pleasure ratcheting up and up and up. Lucy clamped her inner muscles around his cock, a moan of pleasure falling from Tim's lips as he buried his head into her shoulder, his breath coming in uneven pants.
Lucy adjusted the angle of her legs slightly, and couldn't stop her cry of delight as the head of his cock hit that innermost sensitive part of her, sending a sharp wave of pleasure crashing through her with each hard thrust. The new angle also allowed his abs to brush roughly against her aching clit, making Lucy whimper at the intoxicating sensation.
Tim's thrusts began to speed up even more, Lucy writhing beneath him as she sped closer and closer to her release. She was audibly panting now, each thrust wringing moan after moan from her lips. Lucy could feel Tim trembling above her, but as she dug her hands into the hard muscles of his ass, demanding him to fuck her harder, faster, she realized the trembling was from holding himself back as he gave into her silent plea.
With one final frenzied thrust, Lucy was blissfully falling over the edge, her inner muscles spasming against his rock hard shaft as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her, her high pitched moans filling the room. Tim was only a few seconds behind her, grunting loudly through his release as he pounded into her, his cock throbbing, spilling inside her.
Finally, he began to slow, both of them still breathing heavily as he gently lowered himself on top of her, pressing a kiss against her shoulder before nuzzling his head in her neck. Lucy felt like her heart was breaking wide open as they lay there, skin to skin, Lucy lazily running her fingers up and down his back, her hands ghosting over scars that she didn't know the stories behind but loved anyways, because they were part of what made Tim Tim.
At some point, Tim sat up, grabbing the towel that was sitting on her bench, cleaning both himself and Lucy up before pulling her throw blanket over them, wrapping her tightly in his arms. Laying there, enveloped in him, his hand running soothingly up and down her back, Lucy felt so safe and warm and happy she could cry.
But she wasn't going to do that, because that would just be downright embarrassing.
"I think we found an alternative to arguing," she murmured against his chest, listening to the rumble of his laugh.
"We may even be better at it than arguing," Tim agreed, his lips ghosting over her forehead.
"Mmm, I don't know, I think we'd need to collect more data points before we can make that assumption."
Pulling back, Lucy watched Tim's eyebrows raise, a sly grin spreading across his face.
"I feel like that can be arranged," he said, dipping down to capture her lips once more, Lucy's stomach swooping at the thought as she once again lost herself in the storm of pleasure that was Tim Bradford.