Never had Lucy Chen felt more like a horny teenager than she did in this moment. All throughout their date, all she could think about was what was going to happen once they got home, which had resulted in the dull ache between her thighs that still hadn't left. Glancing over at the handsome man in the drivers seat, she knew it was all his fault.
Noticing her gaze, Tim silently reached his hand across the middle console to let it rest gently on her leg, Lucy automatically turning it out to give him better access to her inner thigh. His fingers traced gentle circles against the thin denim that separated his hand from her soft, sensitive skin, his eyes never leaving the road.
"You're such a tease," Lucy grumbled, crossing her arms as she took a deep breath, willing herself to ignore the fact that his fingers kept circling closer and closer to where that ache originated from.
"Me?" Tim asked, shaking his head. "I'm not the one wearing the tightest pieces of clothing imaginable." He glanced over at her, raising his eyebrow for emphasis.
Lucy smirked. "I hadn't even noticed."
"Mhmm." With a smile, Lucy looked out the passenger side window, realizing they were only a few blocks away from Tim's house. Her stomach clenched in anticipation of what was soon to come.
A few weeks ago, she and Tim had finally had a long overdue heart to heart, both coming to the conclusion that they owed it to themselves, and each other to give whatever this was a shot. In the heat of the moment, they had come pretty close to throwing all caution to the wind, but Lucy had stopped them, saying she wanted to do this right. Tim had agreed, and suggested they implement the 'bases' rule. On their first date, they could only go as far as first base, on their second, to second, etc. Lucy thought that had sounded like a pretty solid plan, and well, here they were.
After their first official date almost two weeks ago, she and Tim spent a good hour making out on her couch, hands roaming over some very sensitive places, coming very close to breaking their agreement. Eventually, Tim had reluctantly left, leaving Lucy to put out the fire he had started. As she lay in her bed, gripped by the pleasures of her own hand, she came to the image of Tim doing the same as soon as he got home.
But tonight, she wouldn't have to pretend it was his fingers gliding through her wetness, bringing much needed friction and pressure to her clit, or imagine what his swollen cock looked like between a fisted, pulsing hand. Tonight, she could finally see him, finally touch him, and he her.
Before she knew it, they were pulling into his driveway and walking into his house, Kojo excitedly greeting them at the door.
"Wine?" Tim asked, and Lucy nodded as she gave the bouncing pitbull some enthusiastic head scratches. She watched from the corner of her eye as Tim moved around his kitchen, first grabbing a bottle from the fridge before retrieving two wine glasses from the cabinet. She quietly made her way into the kitchen as Tim poured them two glasses, boosting herself up onto his kitchen counter. Tim sauntered over to her, handing her a glass as he took a sip from his, his eyes locked on her chest that was playing peek-a-boo through the deep v of her blouse. Lifting his eyes to meet her gaze, Lucy could see the heat simmering in them, making her toes curl in anticipation.
She took a long, deep sip of her own, knowing full well Tim's eyes were now on her lips as she set her wine glass to the side, her tongue snaking out to lick the last drops of liquid off her mouth.
Before she knew it, Tim was standing between her legs and his lips were on hers, wine glasses abandoned. Their mouths slid together in a well choreographed dance, Lucy loosing herself in the feeling of his soft, wet lips moving against hers. Her hands were in his hair, and his were roaming across her back. Within a minute, he was circling them around her waist as her tongue danced over his.
"Hold on," he murmured, and Lucy had just enough time to wrap her arms around his neck before he was lifting her off the counter, her legs circling his waist as he carried them towards his bedroom.
Kicking the door shut behind them, Tim slowly lowered himself until he was sitting on the edge of his bed, Lucy fully straddling his lap. They sat there, breathing heavy, both staring at each other for a moment. Through her jeans, Lucy could feel his erection pressing against the most sensitive part of her, and she couldn't help but grind slightly against it, earning her a soft groan from Tim.
"You need to loose this top," he said breathlessly, and Lucy made no objections as he lifted it over her head and tossed it on the floor beside him. She leaned back in to kiss him again, her own hands pushing his unbuttoned plaid shirt over his broad shoulders.
Once she got that off, his hands started making their way towards the clasp of her bra, and Lucy felt a rush of heat between her legs as Tim began to kiss a trail down her neck. The clasp sprang open, and within a moment, her bra joined her shirt on the ground.
Her breasts, full and heavy, were now completely on display for Tim at his eye level. Her nipples pebbled against the cool air in his room, and Lucy could feel Tim's cock twitch beneath her as he leaned back to take in every inch of her.
He gently brushed a lock of hair over her shoulder before his hand came down to cup one breast, his fingers gently kneading the soft, supple skin. His other hand came to lay against the bottom swell of her other breast while the rough pad of his thumb gently brushed over her peaked nipple, beginning to rub soft, slow circles against it. Lucy moaned at the sensation, her back arching in pleasure, the movement lifting her breasts even closer to his face.
"Do you like that?" he asked roughly, both of his thumbs now rubbing against her nipples, sending wave after wave of heat through her core.
All Lucy could do was moan, grinding herself against his lap, desperate for more friction.
"Fuck you're sensitive," he growled, gathering one of her breasts in his hands, looking like he was about to suck it into his mouth.
"Tim," Lucy gasped. "No mouths, just hands."
A look of frustration crossed his face. "Whose dumb idea was that?" he muttered, and Lucy couldn't help but laugh. Gently pushing her off his lap, he hooked his finger through the top of her jeans before pulling her closer between his legs.
"Fine, just hands, but my hands need more to play with," he said, looking up at her, waiting for her permission.
"Ditto," she said nodding, and could feel him undoing the top button of her pants as she lifted his t-shirt over his head. Once getting her unzipped, Tim attempted to pull her jeans off, but found they had trouble fitting over her hips.
"I'll do mine if you do yours," she said, looking pointedly at his own jeans.
"Fine," he said, standing.
Turning around so Tim could get a good view of her butt, Lucy began to shimmy her jeans down over the thick swell of her ass, knowing full well her soaked, cheeky underwear wasn't leaving much to the imagination.
"Now who's the tease?" Tim asked, his voice strangled as she bent over to pull the denim off of her ankles.
Standing back up, she shot him a sly grin over her shoulder before turning around to face him, her naked breasts still swollen from his touch. Her eyes roamed over his muscled chest, down to his sculpted abs and the prominent v-shaped muscles that were pointing straight to his erection, which was still mostly hidden by his boxers. She took a step forward, reaching out to tug on the waistband, but Tim caught her hand.
"Ladies first," he murmured before bending down, hooking his arms under her ass before lifting her back into the air, her breasts now fully pressed against his face.
This time, he walked them around the side of the bed, laying her down on the mattress as gently as he could before climbing over her. Propping his forearms on either side of her head, he leaned his body over hers to kiss her, their chests now fully pressed together. Lucy could feel the head of his cock sitting dangerously close to her now throbbing clit, and she began to circle her legs around his back, pulling his lower half closer to hers.
"Lucy," Tim gasped. "I'm very close to loosing all self-control here."
"Same," Lucy breathed, but reluctantly put her legs back down. Lifting himself back up, Tim settled himself between her open, bent legs before his hands darted forward, cupping and kneading her breasts once again as his thumbs stimulated her hard and sensitive nipples.
Lucy's back arched, her hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea. His gaze locked on hers, asking for her final permission, and all Lucy could manage to do was groan, "Please."
Almost as if he was moving in slow motion, Tim's hands dropped to her waist, his fingers gripping the waistband of her panties as she lifted her hips once more, allowing him to peel them off of her. His gaze stayed locked between her legs, now completely bare and opened wide, just for him.
Usually, this was about the time Lucy started to feel self-conscious when fooling around with new partners. But with Tim, it was different. She felt completely at ease, comfortable even as she watched him hungrily drink in the sight of her.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, dropping a kiss against her inner thigh, and Lucy's heart squeezed at the gesture.
"And soaking wet," he continued, his voice gravelly.
"Your fault," Lucy managed to respond, feeling another rush of heat at his words.
And then finally, Tim's fingers started to move where she so badly needed them. Two of his fingers hovered just over her entrance, dipping into the warm wetness coating the most sensitive part of her body. Ever so slowly, both of his fingers began to trace up and down the outside walls of her swollen folds, earning him a hiss of pleasure from her lips. Each time, his fingers came closer and closer to passing over her aching bud at the top of her thighs. He took his time, sweeping further and further up until finally, the pad of his finger brushed ever so gently over the top of her clit, coating the sensitive bundle of nerves in the thick wetness of her.
Lucy moaned loudly at the contact, her hands fisting in the sheets beside her. His eyes now locked on her face, Tim brought his thumb down on top of it, rubbing agonizingly slow, sensual circles, his touch feather-light.
"Tim," Lucy gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Harder. Faster."
"So demanding," he chided, but thankfully obliged her request. He increased the pressure to her clit while simultaneously picking up the pace, and Lucy moaned embarrassingly loud in absolute pleasure at the sensation. She was so turned on, she wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to hold on.
And then, as if he was reading her mind, the pointer finger of his other hand answered her silent plea as it slid into her soaking wet core, pulsing in and out to the rhythm his thumb was setting.
"Fuck Luce," Tim panted. "You're so tight."
Lucy was beyond words at this point. All she could do was moan, "mmm," as Tim added another finger inside her, his thumb never slowing its assault on her clit. His fingers pumped in and out of her soaking wet core, faster and faster, meeting the thrusts of her hips. Lucy started to pant, feeling herself getting closer and closer to coming completely undone as he continued to finger her. Fuck, this feels so good.
"That's it Luce," Tim murmured, encouraging her. "Cum for me." He rubbed deliciously frantic and firm circles over her clit as he curled his fingers inside her, finding that magic spot that made her scream. She began to moan his name, over and over, and with a few more hard thrusts from his fingers, he curled them over that innermost spot even harder, dragging a ragged scream from her mouth as she came. She came hard, her inner muscles spasming as they clamped down on his digits, her whole upper body lifting off the bed. He worked her through it, murmuring, "fuck, fuck," against her thigh the entire time. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her, and when the onslaught was finally over, she found herself lightheaded and shaky.
After a few moments, Tim began to slowly pull his fingers out, Lucy's muscles finally relaxing as they slipped out of her core. She watched through half-lidded eyes as Tim's tongue darted out to lick some of her wetness off his fingers, his eyes fluttering closed as he moaned in approval.
"Tim," she chided, shaking her head.
He laid down gently beside her, turning on his side and draping an arm across her stomach, nuzzling his head into the side of her neck.
"You smelled so good, had to taste," he murmured lazily in her ear. To her complete surprise, Lucy felt a small throb of pleasure from her clit at his words. How am I getting turned on again? she wondered, but she wasn't mad about it.
"How did I taste?" she wondered.
"Mmm, delicious," he whispered, and Lucy felt his cock throb against her side as if in confirmation.
"Well," she said, turning on her side to face him, ready to feel just how much he appreciated her taste. "I think it's high time I thank you for your service, don't you?"