With one deep, powerful thrust, he buries himself inside me, stretching me in the most exquisite way. I cry out at the overwhelming sensation, my nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to move.
At first, his thrusts are slow, deliberate—teasing me, coaxing me closer to the edge. But soon, the rhythm shifts, and he drives into me harder, faster, each movement staking his claim. The bed creaks beneath us, rocking against the wall with the force of our passion.
“Tell me how much you love it,” he demands, his voice a rough growl in my ear.
“I love it,” I gasp, unable to form any other words as pleasure floods my senses. “I love it so fucking much.”
Timmy grips my hips, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise, but I don’t care. All I can think about is the way he feels inside me—the perfect stretch, the intoxicating rhythm of his thrusts. I tilt my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke, lost in the primal rhythm of our bodies moving together.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, his voice thick with need.
I arch my back, moaning as his cock drags along every sensitive nerve inside me. The pleasure builds, coiling tighter and tighter until it’s almost too much to bear. My nails rake down his back, leaving red trails in their wake.
“Timmy,” I cry out, the intensity of my climax rushing toward me like a tidal wave.
He grunts, his rhythm becoming erratic as he chases his own release. “I’m gonna come, Red,” he rasps, his breath hot against my neck.
“Do it,” I gasp. “Come inside me.”
With a shuddering groan, Timmy drives into me one last time, his body tensing as he spills deep inside me. The feeling triggers my own orgasm, and I scream his name as pleasure crashes over me in powerful waves.
Timmy collapses on top of me, his chest heaving as we both catchour breath. I wrap my arms around him, savoring the warmth of his body pressed against mine.
“That was incredible,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from moaning.
Timmy rolls onto his side, pulling me close. His fingers trail lazily through my hair, his touch gentle and soothing. “You’re fucking amazing, Margaux,” he murmurs, his grin crooked and satisfied.
We lie there for a while, tangled together, the moonlight casting soft shadows across our skin. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, but I’ve never felt more content.
“We should go again,” Timmy teases, his voice laced with playful mischief.
I laugh, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Maybe after we clean up.”
He groans in mock annoyance but helps me to my feet. Together, we stumble toward the bathroom, hand in hand, our bodies still humming with the afterglow of passion.
Under the hot spray of the shower, I lean into him, the water washing away the evidence of our lovemaking. “I really enjoy our time together,” I murmur, my voice muffled against his chest.
Timmy tilts my chin up, his gaze soft and sincere. “I care about you, Margaux,” he says. “I really feel like we’re meant for each other.”
His words sink deep, filling me with warmth. And in this moment, under the cascading water, I believe him.
As we step out of the shower, Timmy picks up the towel from the bed, scrunching it up and tossing it into the laundry basket. He pauses for a moment, as if considering something.
“You know,” he says, his voice thoughtful, “I’ve never really been into… that.”
“Into what?” I ask, curious.
“Having sex when someone’s on their period.” His expression softens. “But with you, it’s different. I don’t mind at all. I just want to be close to you. I just want to be inside you.”
His words wrap around me like a warm blanket, making me feel cherished in a way I’ve never felt before. It’s as if every experience with me is new for him, something profound and meaningful.
Then, with a grin that’s equal parts playful and wicked, hemurmurs, “I’ll put a baby in you, by the way.” It comes from nowhere, totally unexpected. The intensity in his gaze sends a shiver down my spine, and to my surprise, the idea stirs something deep within me—something unexpected but undeniably real. I don’t know if he’s being serious, or just playful, but either way, he’s just activated a part of me I thought was long buried.
This man really is full of surprises.
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