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“What? You want me to stop?”
“No...”
Humming quietly, a wide smile on her face, Lucy kissed him softly, her lips gentle and sure.
“That hurt?”
“Ow…yeah,” Tim exaggerated, wanting more of her kisses.
She cupped his face, dropping soothing little pecks over the bruises on his face, before bringing their lips back together.
Overwhelmed with his need to be closer to her, Tim lifted her up into his lap so that she was straddling him, her knees bracketing either side of his legs.
Lucy braced herself with one hand against the back of the couch, mindful not to put her weight on his injuries, and her other wound itself fully around his broad shoulders.
Slipping her tongue past his lips, she deepened the kiss, while his hands slid beneath her top to run over her back.
Tim bunched up her t-shirt, pulling it over her head, revealing her breasts to him. The lack of a bra and the sight of her hardened nipples made him groan out loud.
Then, without warning, he was maneuvering them around until she was splayed on the couch, mindless of his own injuries.
“Careful,” Lucy muttered as she went willingly and easily, her body pliant beneath his hands.
Tim hummed, his focus completely on her bare chest.
“You are so beautiful,” he muttered, reaching down, pulling one nipple into his mouth, causing Lucy’s back to arch up, a deep moan falling out of her mouth.
One hand travelled up from her waist to brush his thumb over her other nipple, the touch making her hips buck into him as he alternated between gentle nips and sucks on the breast in his mouth. His other hand gripped her waist tighter, holding her closer to him, as Lucy ground her core over his erection.
The friction did nothing to bring her relief, making her groan out in frustration. The sound quickly turned into a gasp as Tim switched to her other breast.
Finally, deeming his worship of her breasts to be complete, he started to kiss his way down her body.
“No, no, come back up,” Lucy huffed out, winding her hands into his short hair and drawing him up for a messy, filthy kiss. He followed her easily, tracing the seams of her lips, until she opened her lips to allow him to sneak in his tongue to explore her mouth.
Lucy felt dizzy and drunk from the feel of his lips. They spent a few minutes just kissing, tongues tangled, teeth nipping with each other.
Her hands roamed all over his chest, running down his abs, causing him to hiss as she accidentally prodded a sore area on his stomach. Brushing her lips against him in an apology, her hands reached for his belt, undoing it efficiently and then pushing down his jeans.
She twisted them around until Tim was sitting on the couch, his back resting against the pillows. A frown marred her face as she took in his body. The bruises that hadn’t seemed that severe yesterday had darkened into a deep purple. The blotched, angry skin made a lump rise in her throat.
Tim reached up to cup her face. “Lucy,” he murmured, his voice soft, ”I’m okay, honey.”
Lifting her eyes back to his, she gave him a wobbly smile, leaning down to give him a gentle kiss.
“I know, babe.”
She undid her own pants, throwing them off to the side, and watched in satisfaction as Tim’s eyes darkened and a low sound escaped him as his eyes found the wet spot on her pretty blue silk panties.
He reached out a hand to run along the seam of them, slightly dipping it in, causing Lucy’s breath to hitch.
“All this for me, baby?” he questioned, pulling out his hand to rub his fingers all along the wet spot, his hands easily gliding over the slick fabric, the wetness aiding him in stimulating her.
His middle finger caught onto her clit, causing Lucy to whimper and sway into his feather-light touch, her voice taking on a kittenish breathy quality, “Mm-hmm…yeah—”
Shaking herself out of it, she grabbed a hold of his wrist, pulling it away, resting his hand on his thigh. As much as she wanted to let him continue his exploration, she wanted to take care of him more.
Raising an eyebrow, Tim opened his mouth to question her, but Lucy cut him off, shushing him with a kiss, before grabbing a pillow and throwing it near his feet to kneel on.
She trailed her hands over his body, watching as his breathing grew heavier with every pass of her hands. Leaning forward, she pressed feather-light kisses across his chest where the skin had been marred and bruised.
Trailing down kisses, she hooked her hands into his briefs, pulling them down, letting his cock spring free, the length and thickness of it causing Lucy to squirm.
“All this for me, baby?” she teasingly threw back his words at him.
“Of course it is.”
Grinning, she spit on her hands to lubricate them, wrapping them around him. Swiping her thumb, she collected the precum gathered on top of his dick.
“Fuck, Lucy,” he gasped out, his voice low and gravelly, winding one of his hands into her dark, silky hair. His intense gaze was steady on her face.
Lucy swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, before taking it into her mouth, humming. The sensation caused Tim to fist his other hand into the fabric of her couch, a loud moan falling from his lips.
Her hands glided up and down the rest of his length, building a rhythm that she knew he liked.
Opening her mouth wider, she slipped as much of him as she could take in her mouth, while one hand slid down to fondle his balls.
“God, fuck,” Tim swore, throwing his head back, eyes slipping shut. His hips jerked up, and more curses mixed with her name, gasps, and moans escaped him.
Taking her hands off his dick and balls, she slid them around to rest on his hips. In one move, she deep-throated him, hollowing out her cheeks. Tim’s hand tightened its grip on her hair, and Lucy allowed him to hold her down for a few seconds before releasing her. Pulling away, she caught her breath before diving back in and setting a steady, maddening pace.
Opening his eyes, Tim looked down at Lucy. The sight of her, on her knees, her red, glistening lips wrapped around his dick, and her big brown eyes looking up at him, sent him closer to the edge.
“Off—off, get off, baby. I’m too close,” he grunted, “Wanna come inside you.”
When Lucy showed no signs of stopping, he pulled her off him, hauling her up and drawing her in for a kiss, his taste lingering in her mouth. He moved them around on the couch, carefully, until she was lying beneath him.
Tim broke the kiss, and they both froze for a moment, taking in each other’s flushed, disheveled state—the reddened cheeks, the heavy-lidded eyes, the hot sweat gathered on their skins, and their eyes darkened with need.
Gripping her left thigh, he spread apart her legs, letting his leaking cock smear over her clothed pussy. He leaned in to kiss and suck at the tattoo on her neck, making her writhe and cry out, digging her hands into his shoulders to anchor herself.
Sneaking one hand into her panties, Tim pushed her lips apart, rubbing around her clit, before dipping his fingers slightly into her to gather some of her wetness. A shiver ran through her body as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, popping his fingers in, reveling in her sweet, addictive taste. A low whine left Lucy, her breath hitching at the erotic sight he painted.
Suddenly, Lucy was pushing him off her, throwing him back to sit on the couch, as she rose up to pull her panties off.
“You were taking too long,” she bit out at his shocked look, moving to straddle him.
Framing his face in her hands, Lucy kissed him deeply. Her slick cunt slid against his dick, causing him to twitch in response until he was positioned at her entrance.
Gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises, Tim thrust up into her in one go, making them both gasp out. They both stilled, giving her time to adjust to his thickness and letting him take back some control over himself knowing that he was already too close to coming.
Lucy started to move in a slow, sensuous rhythm, rolling her hips. Their hands mapped a path across each other's bodies as they continued like this, enjoying the intimacy that came with just being so close to each other.
“Lucy,” he breathed out, looking up at her. She looked so beautiful, like a resplendent goddess, her hair falling across her shoulders like a halo. He couldn’t believe that he got to have her, that she was his as much as he was hers, that even after everything—she still chose him, still loved him.
“I love you so much,” he couldn’t help but whisper, his words muffled by his lips pressing into the warm skin of her neck.
But she heard him, anyway, and whispered back her love, pressing a chaste kiss to his shoulder.
Tilting her head, he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, trying to pour in every ounce of love he had for her into it.
“What do you want from me, Luce?”
“More,” she said, her voice breaking towards the end, “I need more.”
Burying his head in her hair, he increased the intensity and pace of his movements. She followed his lead until they were both meeting each other thrust for thrust, causing lightning bolts to arch through their bodies every time. Gasps and moans filled the room, accompanied by the wet sounds of their bodies meeting.
A flick of his middle finger against her clit had her crying out with her head thrown back, gushing over his dick, clenching tight enough to make him see stars.
Her hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging in, as he started circling her bundle of nerves with his thumb.
Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes as her hips began stuttering in their movements—a sure sign that she was nearing her orgasm.
Leaning down, Tim took his nipple into his mouth, rolling it around with his teeth.
“Fuck, Tim,” she cried out, arching into him.
His thumb maintained its steady motion against clit, pushing her closer to her release, sending jolts of pleasure racing through her.
He felt the exact moment she fell off the edge—her breath hitched in her throat, her inner walls clenched around him, and a strong shudder wracked her body, making her thighs shake and tremble.
A loud moan of his name ripped from her as he kept fucking her through her orgasm, prolonging it, stretching out her pleasure.
The feeling of her squeezing and gushing around his cock, propelled Tim closer to his own release, heat coiling and twisting in his gut, and after a few jerky rolls of his hips, he was coming inside her, a guttural groan escaping him.
They both fell back against the couch boneless, breathless, and oversensitive from their orgasm.
Lucy draped her arms across his shoulders, tucking her head into the hollow of his neck. His hands spread warm and steady across her back, holding her just as tightly, as they both struggled to catch their breaths, their heartbeats thundering in their ears.
Later, they would get up, clean themselves up, and get ready for bed. Later, they would curl together beneath their covers. Later, they would talk about how Tim could make the Watch Commander position into his own—into something that suited him better.
But for now, they were content to stay in each other’s embrace, breathless, their damp skins still pressed together, and their pulses familiar beneath the feel of each other’s hands.