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“That tickles.”
Kim looks up from her examination of Jimmy’s ring. “Want me to stop?”
His laughter fades as he sees her steady, calm expression. His breath hitches.
“No. No, keep going.”
Kim suppresses a smile— the only trace of it sparkles faintly in her eyes. She spins the ring around one more time, scratches at the signet with her nail. She won’t ever ask about it, but she figures it holds some great meaning to him, great enough he would never share it with her unless it was his decision to.
She focuses on the light hairs next to it instead. And the knuckles, his fingernail. The pad with its whorls and grooves. Kim takes it into her mouth.
Jimmy hisses. “What’re you doing?”
Kim just hums, taking in another knuckle. He keeps his pinky still, flattening it against her rolling tongue. She can taste him, his working hands, the years of trial and tribulation.
She reaches the ring, and takes it behind her teeth. It’s cool and tastes slightly bitter, the tang of worn metal. She bites down on the flesh, right where the webbing begins, and Jimmy winces, but doesn’t pull his hand away.
“Careful…” he murmurs.
He starts to pull his finger out, but Kim clamps down and sucks . He pushes back in. Gently, he repeats the process, not pulling his finger out far enough for Kim to dislodge his ring, but just enough to rub his finger against her tongue.
The sensation on his pinky reminds him of something else.
“Kim.” He lets her know, and judging by the way her eyes flick up to his mouth and then down to his boxers, he knows she knows exactly what he’s saying.
Kim slowly lets go of his finger. It’s thoroughly wet, and Jimmy rubs her saliva between his fingers.
“Huh.”
She finally breaks out a sly smile. “Yeah?” Kim leans over and kisses him. Her hand wanders down his throat, his chest, and grabs him through the fabric of his boxers.
“Yeah,” Jimmy gasps.
Kim pulls away from the kiss and pay close attention to his boxers and she lifts the waistband. Tugs it down slowly, until the head of his cock peeks out over the top.
She lets go of the waistband, snapping his cock back flush against his body.
“Kim, c’mon…” Jimmy wriggles forward, needy. “I let you suck on my finger.”
She really laughs then, a clear sound like a bell ringing. Announcing to room, yeah, she’s about to fuck him up, badly.
She pushes him down onto his back and swings a leg over his lap. He can feel she’s hot between her thighs, maybe just a tad wet, too. Mercifully, she peels back the waistband of his boxers again, shuffling it down around his thighs.
“Kim, please,” Jimmy groans, shifting closer to her.
“Well, you did let me suck on your finger,” she teases.
Jimmy has nothing to say to that as her mouth finds his cock, dragging her tongue along the length of his shaft, reveling in the taste of him. She swirls her tongue around the tip, before slipping down the full length and holding it back against his stomach to lick at his balls. He groans and thrusts up against her mouth. Kim hums, displeased, and lets go.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, Kim. Come back—” He sits up, but stops babbling as he sees what Kim is doing.
She's sitting back, pulling her pajama pants and panties off her feet. She drops them to the side, watching Jimmy watch her.
“Well?”
Jimmy scrambles into action, pushing his boxers down the rest of the way off his legs. They get tangled, and Jimmy nearly falls over as they throws them over his shoulder. Kim laughs at him again, parts her knees and slowly draws her fingers around her clit. Her laughter is cut off as she bites down on her bottom lip.
Jimmy goes to her, diving a hand between her legs, but Kim stops him.
“Kim, I wanna touch you.”
“Not yet.” She’s struggling to keep her breathing steady,
Kim lets go of his hand, and he returns it to his cock instead. The second best option. He strokes himself slowly, waiting for Kim’s signal. Waiting for even a hint that she is about to change her mind. Anticipating.
Their breathing get ragged, and she breaks the silence with a small, quiet moan.
“Come here,” Jimmy pleads.
Reaching her own limit, Kim pulls her hand away (and of course he notes how wet it is, covered in a thick layer of her arousal.) He sits back and accepts Kim into his arms as she mounts him. Leans in to kiss her deeply. She grips his arms, and he can feel her wetness seep through his t-shirt.
They are buzzing with need, and desire, a suspense hanging mid-air by two tenuous connections ever threatening to break from both ends. Kim moves first, kissing him roughly, biting at his lips, his tongue. Clacking teeth together, haphazard.
Jimmy reaches down and teases her pussy with the head of his cock, eliciting a gasp from her. His other hand comes down on her ass with a loud smack. Kim tenses and arches into his hand. He slaps her ass one more time, leaving what he hopes is a mark he can look at later as a little reminder of this exact moment.
"You like that?"
Kim squirms, impatient, and sinks down on him with a rush of breath. "Ah, Jimmy." She moves her mouth over his collarbone, arms wound tightly around his shoulders. Jimmy groans, squeezing her ass as she settles on his lap.
“Oh my god, Kim. You feel… You feel…” Good. Great. Amazing. So fucking wet and divine the way you squeeze me.
But there’s no time to get the words out because Kim’s already started moving, bouncing on his cock with a rough, determined pace. She’s being loud today— eager and insistent and even a bit bratty. Jimmy fits his middle finger into her mouth, touching the soft palate in the back. Kim grunts.
"Suck on it for me," he whispers. She obeys, sucking on it greedily, and fucking him harder as he adds another finger into her mouth.
"That's it, baby, take it all," he groans. The noises she makes filter through her nose, around his fingers. He feels her tongue try to deal with the intrusion in her mouth, the glands already working overtime and flooding his fingers with her saliva.
Jimmy pulls his fingers free, and Kim lets out a whine of disappointment. But then he slides them up and down her ass, feeling her cunt grow even wetter as he works her asshole. Her eyes flutter closed, and she nods eagerly.
Jimmy pushes his fingers inside her. He leans back, just to watch her throw her head back, throat exposed to him, gasping and moaning. She clenches around his cock and fingers, and he moves his fingers, just as before: slowly, not enough to accidentally pull free, but enough to drive her wild.
They fuck like that until he can’t hold back any longer.
“Kim…” he warns her. She cants her hips and digs down in response, burying him all the way. And just in time, too, as he comes inside her, his hips bucking with a frenzied abandon. He doesn't know where she begins and he ends. Where who he thinks she ends. Their past and this present and the truth of themselves mend together seamlessly, effortlessly.
"Oh, fuck, Kim," he growls as he empties himself inside her.
Jimmy slowly takes his hand away and lowers Kim onto her back, groaning at the change of angle inside her.
"You feel so fucking good. If I could fuck you again right now, I would." he whispers, using his other hand to rub her clit and pussy lips. Kim ruts her hips on his cock, against his hand.
“Jimmy, god, your hand. Keep going, don’t stop.”
He can feel her tense in the split second before she comes, the anticipatory squeeze around his slow-pumping cock, before she lets go, her body writhing in pleasure. She grapples with the sheets, closes her eyes tight, and he watches her ride it all out. He wonders if she feels the same things he did, the inexplicable link between them, interconnecting them soul to soul, body to body.
Some of his cum pushes out around his cock, and Jimmy takes it to slick up her clit, slaps it a few times. Kim eyes fly open and she gasps as he abuses the sensitive flesh, clamping her legs around his waist through the last tendrils of her orgasm.
“Fuck, Jimmy, too much—” Her hand shoots out to stop him, her whole body thrumming and quivering in the aftermath. She takes his hand away, bringing it up to her mouth to suck her wetness and the leftover cum off his fingers. Intertwines her hand with his and kisses it. It’s an unusually chaste final moment, but Jimmy lets it happen, musing over the change of atmosphere.
“Kim…” He speaks before he can really think about what it is he wants to say. Nothing to break this moment, but he wants to reciprocate in some fashion. Something that says everything he feels in his chest, but without the emotional baggage that would scare her away.
Jimmy lays down beside Kim, putting their hands between them.
“Kim, you can use my hand whenever you want. Just say the word, and it's yours.”
He hopes it comes across as joking, even if there underlies a deeper meaning: as is the rest of me, my body, my heart.
Kim studies their hands. “Just what every girl dreams of. You know me so well.”
And that’s that. A neither here-nor-there affirmation, a light-hearted joke more than anything, as well as an acceptance of the offer at face value yet skirting past the deeper meaning. Or maybe even an acknowledgement of it, that he’s right not to ask that of her outright. Not yet.
Jimmy flips their hands to kiss the back of hers. He’ll put a pin in it if that’s what she wants; that might be good for now. There’s always time to interrogate the details later. In the meantime, holding Kim’s hand could be enough. Being this close and watching her breathing settle, staring into her eyes and committing it to memory. She’ll say yes eventually. He knows her. He does.