"I think it's high time I thank you for your service, don't you?"
"Yes I do," Tim breathed, feeling all the blood rush between his legs once again as Lucy leaned forward, her smooth, swollen lips hungrily capturing his.
Lucy's tongue swept lazily over his as he allowed her access to his mouth, and it wasn't lost on Tim that she could probably still taste herself on his tongue. Groaning, he grabbed her ass, squeezing the expansive, curved flesh in an effort to keep himself in control.
Until the day he died, Tim knew he would never be able to get the sounds of Lucy's orgasm out of his head. Watching, listening and feeling her cum on his fingers as she cried out his name was almost enough to send him over the edge with her. In that moment, he absolutely forbid himself from thinking about what it would feel like to have her cum on his dick; to be gripped so tightly by her warm and wet center as she absolutely fell apart beneath him.
Tim couldn't remember the last time he had been this turned on by a woman, but then again, this was Lucy they were talking about. She was all delicious curves and soft tan skin, and now that he finally got to experience it for himself, it was driving Tim crazy.
Thankfully, Lucy wasn't wasting too much time with the foreplay. He felt her small, smooth hand begin to trace down his side, stopping when she reached the top of his boxers, playfully tugging at the waistband in protest.
With a grunt, Tim rolled onto his back, quickly lifting his hips to rid himself from the thin piece of fabric that was the only thing left separating them. His erection sprang free, once again throbbing like it had while he'd fingered Lucy only minutes ago.
He watched, transfixed, as Lucy sat up beside him, her long, wavy hair hanging loose over her breasts as she crawled in front of him, Tim instinctively spreading his legs to give her room to kneel between his thighs.
As she settled in between his legs, leaning over his lower stomach to brace herself on her hands, the bottom swell of her breast brushed against the head of his cock, Tim sucking in a sharp breath at the contact.
Lucy gave him a sensual smile before glancing down, taking him in as she settled back on her heels, brushing her hair over her shoulders to give him a full view of her chest.
Slowly, her head tilted playfully to the side, Lucy lifted her pointer finger to trace ever so lightly against the ridge where his head met the rest of his shaft, the pad of her finger gently gliding over his sensitive skin. Tim shivered at the contact, his cock twitching. That finger then proceeded to trail down the side of his rock-hard shaft before the rest of her fingers joined in the fun, wrapping loosely around his base.
In a long, slow, feather-light pull, Lucy's hand slid loosely up his shaft, her grip tightening ever so slightly as she reached his head before loosening completely as her hand traveled back down to his base, only to do it over again.
"Lucy," Tim panted, his eyes squeezed shut as his hips bucked involuntarily into her hand, demanding more. Her teasing felt amazing, and in any other moment Tim would be happy to let her tease and play with him for as long as she wanted, but he knew no matter what she did, he wasn't going to last long.
"I'm not going to last long," he managed to formulate out loud, his head falling back in pleasure as her grip around his aching member began to tighten.
"Mmm, and why would that be?" she murmured, her voice low and sensual.
"Hey," he said, forcing his eyes open to glare at her. "You couldn't take much teasing, either."
Lucy cracked a smile. "Fair."
With that, her grip began to tighten even more, the rhythm of her hand increasing as she worked his throbbing cock towards its much needed release. She started to pump his shaft in earnest, a moan falling from his lips as her thumb began to rub gentle but firm circles against the pink, sensitive skin of his head, sending bolts of pleasure through his cock. The feeling of her hand gripping his hardening erection, her fingers tightening under his head just the way he liked it was sending him barreling towards release.
His thighs began to tense around hers, and Tim could feel a bead of pre-cum begin to leak from his head. Lucy's hand started to stroke him even faster, Tim's hands fisting in the sheets as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him.
"Where do you want to cum?" he heard Lucy ask quietly, his eyes flying open to look at her quizzically.
"What?" he asked, lost in a lusty haze, not understanding her question.
"Well, normally I'd say my mouth," she said casually, causing Tim to groan out of frustration and arousal at her statement. Damn his bases rule. "But since that's out for tonight, I don't know, my hand seems kinda... boring."
"What do you have in mind?" Tim asked, still not getting it.
Lucy shrugged, and he swore she was blushing as she said, "I don't know, you could do it on my stomach, or chest, if you wanted."
Tim stared at her for a moment in shock. He wasn't sure what he was expecting her to say, but it definitely wasn't that.
Watching her hand expertly work his throbbing member, her full, heavy breasts bouncing with each punishing stroke, Tim let her words sink in, feeling a rush of heated arousal at the thought of spilling himself onto her skin.
"Okay," he breathed, knowing they had little time left.
Her hand never leaving his cock, Lucy climbed out from between his legs, Tim sitting up and shakily getting onto his hands and knees, hovering over Lucy as she lay down beneath him.
Tim positioned himself so that he was leaning over her body, his cock hovering over her breasts, his elbows braced on either side of her head.
Lucy re-adjusted her grip on him, arching her back so that the top of her breasts brushed against his exposed tip, her nipples pebbled. Tim was panting now, his body shaking as his release quickly built.
"Cum on me," she murmured, and she didn't have to ask twice. With a few more punishing strokes, Tim was vehemently moaning, his hips thrusting into her hand as he came, hard, spilling himself onto her breasts, watching as the warm, white liquid slipped down the curves of her voluptuous chest.
Lucy continued stroking him through each burst of cum, pushing his head between her now slick breasts, her hand leaving his shaft to join her other one in the effort to squeeze her breasts as close together as she could, sliding them back and forth against him. The sight, and feeling of his cock rubbing between the soft and wet skin of her chest made Tim loose a guttural grunt as one last bolt of pleasure was wrung out of him.
Lightheaded, he slowly lowered himself on top of her, nuzzling his face into her neck as he worked to bring his breathing under control. Lucy's fingers began to gently run up and down his back, her fingernails lightly scratching him in the most pleasant way. Logically, Tim knew he needed to get up- he needed to clean them both up from the mess he just made. But he was just so damn comfortable, and sated, that he couldn't bring himself to move.
After about a minute, he felt Lucy take a deep breath, her chest pressing against his as she murmured, "Well that was fun."
"Mmm," Tim groaned, picking up his head to look at her, finding her grinning slyly at him.
"So," she chirped, playfully tapping his back. "When's date number 3?"