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The front door had barely clicked shut before Lucy let her bag slip from her shoulder onto the floor in the entryway with a heavy thud.
Tim turned the lock behind them while she toed off her boots, groaning quietly as she stretched out her aching shoulders. “I think I’ve officially been awake too long,” she grumbled.
She stood there for a second, still in her clothes from her shift, exhaustion pressing down on every inch of her body now that adrenaline was wearing off.
“You’ve been saying that for the last hour,” Tim replied, stepping forward to pull her back into him. She let him, leaning back into him with her head resting against his chest. “Because I’ve been awake for, like, thirty,” she replied eventually, letting her eyes close as the tension of the day gradually eased away.
He hummed absently, resting his head atop hers, arms wrapping around her more securely. They stood like that for a moment, letting the quiet of the house settle around them.
She couldn’t quite believe any of this was real. Yesterday morning, they had been broken up, and now Tim had broken nearly all his rules about professionalism and the job, and asked her not only to get back together but to move in with him during an active raid.
He had promised to be better for her, more emotionally healthy, to communicate even when things were hard. It was almost like he knew exactly what she had been waiting to hear him say since last year, when he left her in that parking lot.
“I can’t believe you asked me to move in,” she said finally, awe evident in her voice.
He smiled, hands moving down to her hips to turn her around. “You keep sounding surprised, but there was never any doubt in my mind that this is where we were heading eventually.”
“I know, me either”, Lucy said, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. “I just thought we would have a little more time together before this.” She smiled to herself before adding, “I was looking forward to watching you sweat it a little bit on our third first date.”
His hands flexed slightly against her waist at her teasing, “You are never going to let that go, are you?”
He tried to sound annoyed, but the smile breaking out across his face did little to hide his true feelings on the matter. He would never complain about anything again so long as he had Lucy in his life.
“You did promise not to keep a single thought to yourself anymore,” she joked, returning the fond smile he knew he himself was wearing.
“That was a joke,” he defended, hand reaching up to push a strand of hair behind her ears. She gave him a look. “Mostly,” he concedes.
Her stomach flipped. There it was again. The terrifyingly sincere version of Tim from this morning, who admitted he’d spent enough nights without her. The one who admitted he was scared about the idea of wasting any more time he could be spending with her.
It really did something for her; she hadn’t been kidding when she told him earlier that communicating was a turn-on.
“You know, becoming emotionally healthier is still a turn on, right?” she murmured, eyes glancing down to his lips before back to him.
He huffed out a laugh, his own eyes dropping to her lips before he could stop them. “Good to know.”
Her hands curled lightly into the front of his shirt before she could consciously decide to move.
Then she kissed him. Softly at first.
He made a quiet sound against her mouth, surprised only for a second before his hands tightened instinctively against her waist.
The kiss settled slow and deep almost instantly, mouths sliding softly together, familiar in a way that made her ache. Tim’s hands slid slowly up her back while she melted against him, exhaustion and relief making her feel boneless in his arms.
She deepened the kiss slightly, tongue sliding through his parted lips, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. His composure slipped slightly, a low sound escaping him.
The sound went straight through her. She kissed him harder immediately, adrenaline and relief tangling together until she could no longer separate them.
Tim backed her up a step without breaking the kiss, steady and deliberate, one hand sliding up into the hair she had taken down earlier and tangling there.
“You’re exhausted,” he murmured against her lips.
“Mmmh,” she hummed uncommittedly, before pressing back into his space, lips peppering kisses along his jaw.
“We should probably sleep,” he tried, although he could feel his composure already slipping.
“Probably,” she breathed against his pulse point, pressing a soft kiss there before leaning back to watch him.
Tim moved first this time, lips crashing into hers as he continued backing them up until she hit the nearest wall.
The kiss deepened naturally after that, tongues sliding together while his hands grabbed a handful of her ass and she pressed her hands up underneath his shirt against his stomach. He kissed her like he was trying to make up for every second they’d spent apart, slow enough to savour her, but deep enough that she could already feel herself losing the ability to think straight.
She could feel the restraint slipping from both of them, and she melted into it instantly. Into the heat of his mouth and the scrape of his stubble against her skin and the way his hands held her like he couldn’t get her close enough.
Her fingers slid back into his hair as he gripped her hips harder to pull her flush against him, all solid warmth and rough denim and the familiar weight of him she’d missed desperately. The movement pressed her fully into the wall, and heat curled low in her stomach instantly.
She made a soft sound into his mouth when his hands dragged back up to the small of her back, causing her to arch more into him. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she kissed him deeper, tongues rolling against each other, slow and filthy as the last shreds of composure dissolved between them.
He groaned quietly against her mouth, the sound sending a bolt of arousal straight through her. Before she could think better of it, she bit lightly at his top lip, pulling it slightly before soothing it with her tongue.
Another rougher sound escaped him in response as he canted his hips against her once more, letting her feel his own steadily growing arousal. “Jesus, Lucy,” he breathed against her mouth. She pulled him back to her, kissing him harder in response, chasing the noise again.
Tim finally snapped. One second, she was pinned between him and the wall; the next, his hands were gripping beneath her thighs, lifting her clean off the ground. She gasped into his mouth, legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.
“Oh my god,” she breathed. The new angle has her pressed flush against him, hard and solid beneath the seam of his jeans, every slow roll of his hips creating just enough friction to make heat flood low in her stomach, her panties already soaked. She whimpered at the feeling, rolling her own hips deliberately against him.
Tim froze for half a second at the sound, rolling his own hips up in response.
Lucy kissed him before she could think, and he met her instantly, tongue sliding against hers with a rough sound in the back of his throat that made her pulse jump.
It was driving her insane how quickly her body remembered everything about being with him. How to melt for him. How to ache for him. His grip tightened beneath her thighs as she rocked against him, building a slow, sensual rhythm.
One of his hands left her leg just long enough to slide underneath her tank top, and the rough feel of his palm against her bare skin made her shiver. She whimpered slightly.
He pulled back from the kiss, eyes darkening slightly as one hand cupped her roughly through her bra. Her breath caught hard as his thumb brushed slowly over her nipple through the thin fabric. The friction made her head fall back against the wall with a breathless moan.
“Fuck,” Tim hissed out softly, eyes fixed on her face like he couldn’t walk away. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
She barely had time to process the question before his mouth was back on hers. His tongue pushed back into her mouth. His hand found its way beneath her bra, his fingers brushing over the stiff peaks, causing her to break apart from him instantly. The moan that escaped her was completely involuntary, her entire body feeling overheated now.
Nerves lit up everywhere he touched her. She could feel how hard he was beneath her with every shift of their hips, and it was making it impossible to think about anything but getting closer.
“You’re so pretty when you do that,” he praised, voice wrecked.
Her stomach flipped violently. “Do what?” she breathed, legs tightening around him in an attempt to get some relief from the pulsing between her thighs.
“Come undone for me,” he replied simply.
Heat rushed through her so fast it made her dizzy. Tim watched it happen in real time, eyes darkening immediately before kissing her again, swallowing down the embarrassed sound she made.
She could feel how badly he wanted her in every touch, every breath. His hand spread possessively under her thigh, while the other remained beneath her shirt, fingers flexing against her skin like he couldn’t stop touching her. Her skin buzzed alight everywhere he touched, every drag of his mouth winding her tighter and tighter until she felt almost frantic with need.
Tim noticed almost immediately, “You’re soaked already, aren’t you, baby?”
Lucy made a strangled little sound that was answer enough, but the smug look that crossed his face nearly killed her, like he knew exactly how good he made her feel and loved every second of it.
“Tim,” she whined softly, half warning, half plea.
“Yeah, baby?” his lips brushed her once, teasing now. “Tell me.”
She couldn’t. Not with the way he was holding her against the wall, mouth swollen from kissing her, eyes dark with want.
Instead, she kissed him desperately, trying to shut him up. He laughed softly into her mouth before pulling his mouth away from hers and dragging his lips against her jaw, peppering kisses there instead.
She tipped her head back against the wall, giving him more access with a shaky breath. His mouth moved lower, giving way to hot open-mouthed kisses that made her shiver.
“Does that feel good?” he murmured against her skin.
Lucy could only nod weakly, every slow drag of his tongue against her throat making her wetter and wetter.
He hummed approvingly before dragging his teeth lightly over the sensitive spot beneath her ear. The sound that left her was needy, the feel of him everywhere almost too much already.
Tim seemed to realise that because his hand slid out from beneath her shirt to grip her thigh instead, holding her steady while he sucked hard at her pulse point, right above the tattoo there.
Her back arched off the wall immediately, another helpless sound escaping her lips as Tim groaned against her neck at the reaction.
His tongue soothed the spot once more, before he kissed lower, slower, and Lucy felt herself melt completely in his arms. Every drag of his mouth against her sent another pulse straight between her legs, her panties drenched to the point of sticking uncomfortably to her.
She knew Tim knew what he was doing to her by the way he kept grinding against her just enough to make her breath hitch, by the way he smiled slightly against her skin after every noise he dragged out of her.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
She grabbed his jaw gently, forcing him to look at her. His lips were dark and swollen from kissing, pupils blown wide, hair messy from the way she had been tugging on it. He looked wrecked.
“Take me to bed,” she whispered shakily.
Tim’s expression darkened instantly. “Yeah?” he said, voice rough with need as he adjusted his grip on her thighs. “I can do that.”
He carried her the rest of the way down the hall toward their bedroom. Lucy laughed softly when he nudged open the bedroom door with his shoulder, but the sound dissolved into a breathless gasp the second he lowered her onto the mattress.
She barely had time to sink into the sheets before he was following her down, his hips settling between her thighs as his weight settled over her more fully. Her legs widened instinctively, pulling him closer, and the sound that left him at the movement was low and wrecked enough to make her stomach tighten instantly.
The look on his face was enough to make her feel overwhelmed before he had a chance to do anything. It was like he still couldn’t believe this was happening, that after months of distance and working on their relationship apart, he finally had her beneath him again, not as his ex, but as his partner.
His hand slowly slid up her thigh, thumb brushing absentmindedly against her hip, while his forearm moved ot brace beside her head. His eyes dragged over her face first, then lower, lingering.
“You’re so perfect,” he said quietly, like the words got pulled from him before he could stop them.
Heat bloomed across her chest immediately, but it only made the look in his eyes darken further. She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him back down before he could say anything else that might make her melt completely.
The kiss heated up instantly, his mouth parting against hers with a rough sound that made her toes curl, one hand sliding behind her neck while the other gripped her hip hard enough to drag her fully against him.
The pressure of him between her thighs made her gasp. She could feel exactly how turned on he already was, the hard line of his cock pressing against her clit with every slow grind of his hips. The friction was so good, she was pretty sure she could come from this alone, her pussy already fluttering around nothing.
She kissed back with equal reverence while her fingers pushed beneath the hem of his shirt; he shuddered in response. Her palms slid over the hard planes of his stomach, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath her hands as she tugged impatiently at his shirt.
He broke away just long enough to drag it over his head in one rough motion before tossing it somewhere behind him.
Her breath caught for half a second at the sight of him. Bare skin flushed warm in the morning light, chest rising hard with every breath, dog tags resting against his chest while she stared at the muscles of his stomach flexing hard beneath her hands. He looked completely gone for her already, the realisation sending another ache pulsing through her pussy.
“Come here,” she whimpered softly, pulling him back down to her. He groaned softly against her lips, one hand sliding beneath her tank top, rough fingertips skating up the sensitive skin of her stomach.
She shivered hard beneath him when his fingers splayed over her ribs, where her DOD tattoo lay. She felt herself arch into the touch before she had a chance to stop it. Every point of contact felt amplified, like her body had spent the past months trying to remember exactly what he felt like after self-inflicting abstinence on them and now couldn’t handle actually having him again.
He peeled her tank top up inch by inch, eyes following the newly exposed skin like he was trying to savour this, what he hoped would be their last first time. She lifted her arms impatiently, and he dragged the shirt over her head, immediately leaning back down to kiss her again before it had a chance to hit the floor.
His fingers found the clasp of her bra with practised ease, but she barely noticed, her own hands too busy fumbling with his belt. Her fingers fumbled against the buckle in her hurry, breath catching when her palm brushed against the hard length straining beneath the denim.
Tim's body jerked at the contact, a rough groan tearing from his throat as his hips pressed more solidly into her palm. Lucy tried again, more deliberately this time, palming him through his jeans as she worked at the belt.
“Lucy,” he muttered, his voice low and wrecked. His head fell briefly against her shoulder as her hand pushed beneath the denim to palm him more intentionally. He wanted to stop her, to show her just how much he appreciated her placing her trust in him once more, but his hips betrayed him immediately, rocking against her touch again.
After several moments, he grabbed her wrist gently before she could get her hand into his boxers and pinned her hand to the mattress above her head. The move sent heat straight through her.
“Your pants are still on,” she complained breathlessly.
His hand on her wrists tightened slightly before she could make another attempt at undressing him. “Mine can wait,” he said softly.
She whimpered at the look in his eyes but nodded slowly. He reached behind her to pull her bra away from her body, his gaze fixed on her like he was trying to memorise every inch. Her pulse hammered painfully in her throat under the intensity of it.
“You’re everything,” he murmured, his mouth dropping to her chest before she had a chance to recover.
She gasped sharply as his lips closed around one nipple, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure through her already overstimulated body. Her back arched off the mattress immediately, thighs tightening around his hips while her fingers tangled desperately into his hair.
“Oh my god,” she whimpered.
Tim groaned softly against her skin at the sound, one large hand spreading over her stomach to keep her still while the other moved to the button of her jeans.
His mouth worked over her slowly, like he couldn’t get enough of the sounds she made for him. Every flick of his tongue dragged another helpless noise from her lips, every suck made her thighs tighten around his hips. The heat in her core only intensifies as he continues working his mouth against her tit, hands moving desperately at her jeans.
Her hips shifted beneath him in search of friction, or some kind of relief, but every little movement only made the ache between her thighs more intense.
He switched to her other breast with another low groan, and she whimpered at the loss before the feeling started all over again. The scrape of his stubble, the heat of his mouth, his tongue licking slowly over the sensitive skin while he kissed and sucked until her breath turned shaky and uneven. She was going to come before he got her jeans off if the coil threatening to snap was anything to go by.
“Tim,” she whined softly, fingers threading through the longer strands of his hair.
“Mhm?” he hummed against her breast, clearly pleased with himself while his fingers finally worked her jeans open.
She lifted her hips automatically to help him drag them down, too impatient to care about anything except getting closer to him. Tim kissed lower as he pulled the denim from her body, lips brushing over each newly exposed inch of skin.
His hand slid back up her bare legs immediately afterwards, soothing over the sensitive skin until his fingers reached the moisture smeared against the inside of her thighs. He groaned, moving higher until his fingers slipped against the damp fabric still clinging between her legs.
He cursed softly under his breath. “Baby,” he muttered roughly. “You’re fucking soaked.”
The words alone made her clench around nothing; a helpless sound escaped her, too overwhelmed to answer properly. Especially when his fingers pressed against her through the drenched material, rubbing against her clit with just enough pressure to make her entire body jolt.
The friction dragged a broken moan from her instantly. His thumb pressed more firmly against her, rubbing slow circles against her clit through the wet material, breathing hard now. Everything inside her tightened painfully with need, the pressure too much and not enough all at once.
“Please,” she breathed.
His eyes flicked up to watch her as he kissed lower down her stomach while he slowly dragged her underwear down her legs before tossing them aside.
Her breath caught at the expression looking up at her. His hands spread her thighs wider to make space for his shoulders before settling fully between them, eyes fixed on her like he already couldn’t get enough. “So gorgeous for me,” he mumbled, placing a chaste kiss to the soft skin where her hip met her thigh.
Lucy’s hips shifted helplessly toward him at the tone of his voice. He noticed immediately, a smug smile pulling at his kiss-swollen mouth, before he leaned in and pressed one slow kiss to the inside of her other thigh. Then another, and another. Taking his time driving her absolutely insane.
“Tim,” she whined softly, unable to take the teasing anymore.
His eyes lifted slowly, dragging over her spread beneath him, until he met her eyes “Yeah, baby.”
Before she could respond, his mouth finally found her core.
Her breath punched out of her instantly, a helpless sound spilling from her lips as her entire body reacted at once. “Oh fuck…” she choked out.
Tim groaned low against her, the sound vibrating through her in a way that nearly made her back arch off the mattress right there and then. His hands tightened around her thighs, thumbs digging into the soft skin as he held her open for him, arousal dripping out of her and smearing across his chin. His mouth moved against her with slow, devastating intent, like he wanted to memorise every reaction he pulled from her.
The sensations hit her at once. Her head tipped back hard against the mattress as pleasure surged through her body so sharply it almost hurt. She could already feel the coil in her stomach pulling tighter with every drag of his tongue, every slow seal of his lips that made her shake around his shoulders.
“Fuck… Tim…” Her words dissolved into another helpless moan.
He hummed against her again, deeper this time, clearly pleased at how quickly she was falling apart. The vibration sent another pulse of pleasure straight through her, her thighs twitching helplessly around him as pleasure tightened lower and lower in her stomach.
Her fingers buried back into his hair automatically, the soft strand slipping between her fingers as she held on tighter, her other hand clawing into his shoulder hard enough to leave crescent marks behind.
He hissed slightly at the pleasure-pain of the movement before redoubling his efforts, sealing his lips around her clit before nipping at her slightly and soothing the motion with his tongue, the movement sending arousal pulsing through her.
Her hips rolled up toward his mouth, chasing more before she could stop herself. He immediately smirked against her, sliding one hand from her thigh to her lower stomach, pressing her firmly back down.
“Stay still,” he mumbled against her, unwilling to pull his mouth away.
She tried, but every movement of his mouth dragged another broken sound from her throat, her thoughts dissolving more with every passing second until all she could do was gasp his name and clutch at him helplessly, as she ground up as much as she could to meet his mouth.
He was everywhere, the way his hands held her open for him like he never wanted to stop tasting her, driving her insane.
“Tim… Please…” The plea dissolved into a moan when he dipped down to press his tongue inside her, drinking down the arousal now sliding sluggishly out of her onto the bed beneath them.
Her entire body jerked, another whimper escaping her as pleasure hit hard enough to make her toes curl into the sheets.
His grip on her stomach pressed her down more firmly, his other hand moving from his thigh to press two fingers into her pussy, the stretch burning slightly.
“So good… holy shit… Tim…” she babbled incoherently.
Her hips jerked despite the hand holding her down, her thighs trembling violently around him as pleasure crashed through her faster and faster. She could barely breathe, every nerve ending in her body lit up and straining tight. It was too much.
She forced her head forward, glancing down to where he was looking up at her while his mouth stayed working her, moving back to her clit as his fingers thrust in and out of her. The sight almost finished her off.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her, voice wrecked. “Just let go for me.”
Her head fell back against the mattress with a gasp, her entire body arching while pleasure tore through her in hot waves. Her hand tightened painfully against his shoulder as she cried out softly, thighs shaking uncontrollably around him while time held her through it, mouth still working her through every shuddering aftershock like he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
It felt endless; she could barely think by the end of it. By the time she had started coming back down, her chest heaved for air, fingers flexing weakly where they still clung to his shoulder.
Tim lifted his head slowly, pulling his fingers from her and sucking them into his mouth, cleaning them up, while his other hand rubbed soothingly down her thighs.
Her fingers threaded back into his hair again before he could recover, pulling him back up the length of her body until his mouth found hers in another messy kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. He made a rough sound against her lips, one hand sliding up her stomach, leaving a wet trail behind it as she kissed him, still trembling slightly.
“I need you,” she whispered breathlessly, voice wrecked and impatient. “Now.”
Something dark flashed across his face at her words, his hips pressing more firmly between her thighs. She kissed him again before he could respond, her hands sliding between them to shove impatiently at the waistband of his jeans and boxers.
He helped this time, kicking them down far enough for her fingers to wrap around him firmly. He groaned into her mouth, the sound sending another pulse of heat through her.
He was hot and hard, and Lucy couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped her at the feeling of him in her hand again. She stroked him slowly at first, spreading the precum gathered at the tip down his length, before tightening her grip slightly. His hips reacted immediately, thrusting involuntarily against her palm with another broken sound.
“Fuck, Lucy…” he groaned out, head falling to her shoulder.
The muscles in his stomach tightened sharply beneath her other hand while she stroked him again, twisting her hand as she moved down his length. His hips pushed instinctively into her hand before he could stop them, his mouth finding hers once more.
“You’re shaking,” she whispered against his lips after a few more firm strokes.
Tim laughed once, rough and uneven. “Because you’re trying to kill me.”
She smiled before crashing her lips back into his, kissing him hard enough to leave both breathless while his hips kept rocking helplessly into her hand. She could feel how close he already was by the way he groaned with every slow stroke.
When her thumb brushed over the tip again, he cursed softly and finally grabbed her wrist. “Baby,” he muttered, breathing hard against her mouth, “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”
Lucy whimpered softly at the words. Knowing the way she affected him only made her ache more. “Then fuck me,” she whispered.
He groaned like the words had punched straight through him. Her legs wrapped higher around his waist as he leaned down to kiss her once more, silently encouraging him forward until there was no space left between them.
He reached between them, guiding himself against her slowly. Her breath caught the second she felt him pressed against her entrance. Tim moaned low against her mouth as he pressed forward, the sound almost pained. “You’re still shaking for me,” he groaned against her, feeling the residual aftershocks of her prior orgasm.
The words made her clench around nothing before he’d even begun pressing forward.
Then he finally did, her breath caught sharply the second he began pressing inside, the pleasure already spreading throughout her body.
The slide was wet and warm around him. He moaned into her mouth immediately, the sound low and rough that it sent another wave of heat coursing through her body.
“Jesus, baby,” he breathed against her lips.
The words barely registered before he pushed deeper. She broke away from the kiss with a helpless whine, her head falling back against the mattress as her entire body tightened around him instinctively. The stretch burned in the best possible way, mixing with the lingering sensitivity from her prior orgasm. Her wetness already coated his length as every inch of him pushed her open slowly until she felt completely full of him again.
A strangled groan left his throat as his forehead dropped against her collarbone while he fought for composure, hands gripping her thighs tightly to keep himself grounded while he tried to steady his breathing.
“So fucking good,” he mumbled against her skin. “You feel so good.”
The praise made her clench around him. He cursed softly under his breath at the sensation, his hips jerking before he forced himself to slow down long enough to let her adjust.
“Move,” she whispered desperately, fingers digging into his shoulders in encouragement.
The first real thrust dragged a broken sound from both of them. Lucy clung to him desperately, nails scraping down his back as pleasure rolled through her in waves, every movement of his hips making the pressure build steadily.
The room filled with the sound of them, uneven breathing, soft gasps, the slapping of skin.
He kissed down her throat next, breathing rough against her skin before his mouth closed around her nipple as his hips rocked into her deeper. She cried out at the feeling, one hand flying into his hair to hold him there while the other dragged down the hard muscles of his back.
Tim moaned against her chest in response, the vibration making her arch up into him. Everything felt overwhelming: the heat of his skin, the drag of him inside her, the way his breathing kept catching every time she tightened around him.
Then his hand slid beneath her thigh and lifted her leg higher over his shoulder before thrusting again. Both of them shuddered, her pussy fluttering around him as their arousal soaked out around him and onto the sheets.
Lucy cried out softly as the new angle drove him impossibly deep, her back arching off the mattress, unsure if she wanted to pull him in deeper or push him away. He groaned, eyes shutting briefly, trying to hold it together long enough to get her there with him.
“There?” he asked roughly, grinding down until his cock hit roughly against her cervix.
“Yes,” she gasped immediately, eyes rolling back. “Oh… Right there.”
The pace turned rougher after that, more desperate. The headboard knocked softly against the wall in rhythm with the movement, whilst she clung to him. Every thrust and grind of their hips pulling more broken sounds from her. She could already feel the pressure tightening in her core, building faster than she could comprehend as the combination of his thrusts, wet kisses, and broken moans drove her closer to the edge.
Their bodies moved together almost frantically now, sweat-slick skin sliding together while the tension between them climbed higher until she broke away from him with a shaky gasp. “I’m close,” she rasped shakily.
His hand slipped between her legs instantly, fingers finding her clit with practised ease while he kept moving inside her. His forehead pressed against hers, breathing her in while he whispered softly, “Come for me.”
The extra sensation of his fingers circling her clit whilst another traced where she was stretched around him, finally sent her over the edge, her back arched hard as the orgasm hit her all at once, a broken cry falling from her lips while white-hot pleasure crashed through her.
Tim followed moments later, his rhythm stuttering at the feeling of her tightening around him. He thrust twice more before burying his face in her neck while he rode out his own orgasm, his own cum mixing with hers and filling her until she was too full and making a mess, still trembling beneath him.
They lay like that, still tangled together, for a while afterwards. Neither of them in a hurry to move. He stayed pressing over her, breathing hard against her throat while she lay boneless beneath him, still trembling with aftershocks. His weight settled more fully over her as the last of the aftershocks rolled through them. His warm skin pressed against her, and the steady thud of his heartbeat, gradually slowing against her, grounded her as she breathed in shakily.
She still couldn’t think straight, the echo of his mouth still dancing over her. Every inch of her body felt loose in that deeply satisfying way that only happened when he completely wrecked her.
He shifted first with a quiet groan, pressing a soft kiss to her neck before lifting his head enough to look at her. The smugness that flickered briefly across his face nearly made her laugh despite how dazed she felt. He knew exactly what he did to her.
“Don’t,” she mumbled weakly, though there was no real annoyance behind it. How could she be when her legs still felt shaky, her lips still swollen from kissing him? She was fairly certain she wouldn’t be standing up anytime soon.
His mouth twitched slightly at the corners before leaning down to press a series of soft kisses against her jaw.
Then he shifted back, gently pulling out of her. Lucy let out a small pained noise at the loss, their combined arousal and cum starting to leak out of her more fully, making an even bigger mess of her thighs and the bed beneath them.
Carefully, he rolled to the side, one hand immediately finding her waist again, like he wasn’t quite ready to not be touching yet.
The cool air against her skin made her shiver faintly, but before she could think about reaching for the blanket herself, Tim was dragging the sheets up over both of them.
She sank deeper into the mattress with a quiet sigh, eyes half-lidded as exhaustion finally caught up to her, now that the adrenaline had burned off completely.
He settled beside her, one hand pulling her closer until she looked up at him. This was the beginning of their new beginning, and as her eyes drifted shut, that warm, familiar feeling stayed with her as she drifted off.