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You’re pretending to sleep, the windows unlocked for him. He avoids using the front door in case one of your neighbors sees some sketchy guy just walking into your house, considering he only comes around when the sun’s down it’d be a bad look if the cops pulled up. So, he favors the window. You only knew he was in town by the note taped to your door.
‘Tonight at 10.’
In quickly scribbled graphite, you read the 3 words over and over again till it set in that you’d be seeing Tim tonight.
Which brought you to your current position, knee pulled up while you laid on your stomach. Wearing nothing but a shirt he left the last time he stayed over, and the smallest panties you owned. He loved this, even if he wouldn’t ever express what he wants. You just knew. Those subtle hints in the things he mentions, the times he’d woken you up just to fool around, even the way he watched you sleep at night. You knew.
Your heart pounds when you hear the window slowly slide open. He’s trying to stay quiet when his head ducks into your dark room, the only light being the warmth for a lamp you always left on for his late night visits. His boots are muffled by your carpet as he turns to close the window. Even though you can’t see him, you can still picture his face exactly when he softly shakes your arm while you’re ‘fast asleep’.
“Honey? You awake?” He nudges softly at your arm, taking his gloves off and setting them on your nightstand. A single digit moving to push a strand of hair out of your face. You wonder if the small trail of drool was too much? Then, a soft laugh through his nose as he settles on the side of the bed. You watch him through mostly closed eyes, pulling off his boots and shuffling off his jacket and the flannel under it. You’re back to ‘sleep’ when he stands to slip off his jeans. The bed creaks under his weight, the blanket pulling off your lower half and exposing his other surprise.
Tim hums out in interest, pausing mid movement as he settles down between your perfectly positioned legs. Pausing again before deciding to touch you.
It starts with a gentle push on your extended leg so he could get a better look at the wet strip forming on your cotton panties. Another pleased sigh can be heard when his thumb pulls at your plush. His free hand pulling the fabric to the side, you were practically soaked just thinking about what he’d do to you. The pad of his thumb brushing over your heat, the slick coating his finger. “Fuck..” He sighs, you’re just trying not to break under his attention.
You know he’s watching you while stripping off your underwear, tossing them somewhere and resuming his work. Fingers tracing down your slit, circling your clit torturously before returning to its slow up-and-down path. It’s hard to act when his thick middle finger plunges into your aching pussy. A soft moan escaping you, gripping your pillow as he curls into you.
“G’morning, baby..” His voice is rough as he watches you arch into his palm. Tim moves up, pushing another finger inside you with ease. His breath on your neck while supporting himself with his other hand. “You’re real cute, y’know?” Again, his knuckles curl as you tighten. “Waiting for me was hard? I bet my girl was tired, hmm?” Your head is spinning, and all you can muster is a soft mewl in response.
He’s so weak when it comes to you. Even being away from you anymore just hurts, all he thinks of anymore is you. His clothed dick is pressing against your ass, pushing for any bit of friction to help his own issues. His breath caught in his throat when your half lidded eyes found him from over your shoulder.
“Tiiim…” You want him, and he can't help but give in.
His fingers leave you without warning, but he’s too busy pulling his cock out to console your soft protests. “Just relax, I’ll take good care of you.” He’s on his knees again, flipping you over to face him.
The pillow pulled away when his hands grabbed onto your hips to pull you closer.
You’re dripping when he lines up his tip, a smile split on his face while he makes you wait. Slowly pushing in halfway, watching you grip at your (his) shirt under the torture of his speed. “Hurry…please?” You beg, but he just can’t stop teasing you.
“I’m gonna take my time with this, like I said…relax..” His cock is kissing your cervix in one last push. Tim was big, splitting you in two with a simple thrust. “Ohh, fuck…you’re so tight..wonder if you were dreamin’ of this, hahh..” He’s still for a minute as he tries to bring himself back down to earth. You pulsate around him, squeezing with each spasm of pleasure.
“I need t’move, I gotta…” Tim’s slurring just from the feeling of being enveloped in you. He pulls your calves up, knees together as he hugs your legs with one flexed arm. It was really just to make sure he didn’t collapse from the feeling of your needy cunt pulling him in. Each slow pull back ended in his hips snapping back into you, skin meeting skin with a near stinging force. For the sake of the previously mentioned neighbors, you try to keep the volume down, but Tim has zero regard for anyone else when you’re involved.
He could only hold back for so long, and eventually the grip on your legs got tighter as he fucked you deeper. Faster thrusts, his groans an underline to the sounds coming from you. He couldn’t pick which to focus on, your needy cries or the wet slaps of your pussy meeting his base. “Tim, p-please…please don’t stop..”
He’s not cruel to you, so he smiles down at you. His speed steady as the bed shakes from the force. You’d stretched perfectly just for him as he fucked you into the mattress.
“What made you think I’d stop?” He laughs, pushing back the hair that fell in front of his eyes. “You’re so fucking wet, I don’t know if I can stop, fuck..” You’re such a mess under him, tightening up again the closer you get. “I-I’m almost-” Tim’s leaning onto your legs, each thrust getting shorter while he ruts into you.
In between each grunt of effort he’s savoring your name, deeper and deeper he sinks. Your knees are near pressed to your chest with how he’s laying on you. His thrusts are sloppy, rough, it’d been a while since he’d had the pleasure of fucking you stupid.
Your thighs press into your abdomen, applying enough pressure to guide you into release. Crying out his name, the crook of your elbow thrown over your eyes as he doesn’t stop. Tim doesn’t stop until he cums inside you, pulling out after three slow fucks into you.
The room is quiet apart from the box fan in the corner and his attempts to catch his breath.
His seed is spilling out, mixing with your own juices as it trickles down. Your legs fall limp. Spread open for him to see his masterpiece. Tim doesn’t really think much about it, he’s moving up to you. Sitting by your side before laying back next to you. Pulling you over onto him and holding you tight. A final sigh escapes him as you settle onto his chest.
He’s rubbing slow circles with his thumb into your shoulder. You let the silence sink in before speaking up.
“I was pretending to sleep, just so you know.” You murmur into his old white shirt.
He breathes out a laugh, “Could’a fooled me..”