One Of Those Days

One of those days

It was one of those days. You weren't in the mood. All you wanted was to lie on the couch, watch the melodrama and cry. Ben, your boyfriend, has worked hard over the past few weeks and you missed him. Which did not add points to your good mood.

You texted to Ben, hoping that at least today you will be lucky and Ben will spend this evening with you, but you were very disappointed very quickly: Ben wrote that he would come late today, he is at some event. At first you wanted to behave like a child and be offended, but you stopped yourself. You are an adult. And if you are sad, then these are your problems.

Ben saw that something was wrong with you for several days. He tried to understand what was happening to you, but every time you said that everything was all right with you.

All your attempts to do something productive today have failed, so you grabbed a can of ice cream from the fridge, sat down on the couch, wrapped yourself in a blanket, and played a movie.

In the middle of the movie you heard the front door open. You were absorbed in the movie that the sound of the opening door scared you and you flinched. You turned your tear-stained face towards the sound. First you saw a beautiful bouquet and then a smiling Ben. But as soon as Ben looked at your face, the smile immediately disappeared from his face.

“Baby, what happened?” He exclaimed worriedly and quickly walked up to you, holding the bouquet in his hands. You wanted to get up and go to meet him, but did not have time. In a moment Ben was next to you. He knelt down to see your face better. He laid the bouquet beside you.

You were amazed at what was happening, so you did not immediately answer him.

- Honey, why are you crying? Is something hurting you? Why didn't you call me?, - he spoke quickly and you did not know which question to answer first. You did not expect him and you were sure that you will fall asleep again today alone. But here he was, with you, anxiety was clearly expressed on his face.

- Ben, I'm fine, really ... - you began to say, but he interrupted you.

“If you were okay, you wouldn't cry,” he said seriously, “but now the truth, please.

“It's true ... something like that. I`m not hurt, It`s just… I don’t know, I’m sad and, ”you smiled faintly and looked away from Ben’s worried eyes,“ sorry, this is all nonsense, I’m fine. What are you doing here? I didn't think you'd come today - you wanted to distract him, but of course you didn't succeed.

“Hey,” he said, and took hold of your chin with one hand and turned your head toward him, “look at me. If something upset you, then it's not stupid. I'm worried about you. Please, talk to me, ” he said in a quite tone, and he of the love and tenderness with which he looked at you, you again wanted to cry. Instead of answering, you snuggled up to him, hugged him tightly by the neck and pressed your face to his neck.

- Hey, baby ... - Ben said a little confusedly, but he pressed you to him and began stroking your hair and back. You sat like that for several minutes. Ben took your time and gave you time to collect your thoughts.

- It's just one of those days, you know, - you said to him in the neck, - I'm just tired, I guess. And I miss you very much, - you admitted and pressed closer to him, - you work so hard that I very rarely see you. But I didn't say anything, because I see how you enjoy what you do.

You felt bad about confessing to him because you didn't want him to give up what he likes to do for you.

He moved away from you and looked into your eyes, taking your face in his hands.

- You are important to me, you know right ?, - he seriously asked, looking into your eyes, - I love you.

- Yes, I know of course, but ... - you began, but he again did not let you finish.

- No "but". What if I didn't tell you how I feel? Didn't tell you about when something bothers me? What would you do? ” He asked sternly.

You thought for a moment.

- I would be angry with you because I love you. And you can tell me about everything ... - and then you realized that you still behaved like a child. You trusted Ben completely and knew that he would always support you and not condemn you., - but ..., - you quickly continued, trying to soften Ben, - since I love you very, very much, and you are very sweet, I could not be angry with you for a long time, ”you said, smiling shyly.

Ben laughed and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Very very cute?” He asked with a grin.

“Very much,” you whispered back and pressed your lips to his, after which you asked him, “how did you end up here? Why did you come?

- I finished my business earlier, because I wanted to be next to you faster. I miss you too. ” He kissed you again. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged at it. Ben moaned on your lips and pressed you against the couch, deepening the kiss, but then you felt something rested on your back. You laughed a little and moved aside.

“What…,” Ben began, but laughed and moved away from you when he saw that you were trying to get the bouquet, which you almost crushed.

- He is very beautiful, thanks, - you smiled, sniffed the bouquet and looked at Ben again, - I’m sorry, please forgive me.

“Only for a kiss,” he said in a stern voice, but his eyes sparkled with humor.

You kissed him tenderly on the cheek and laughed when you saw how funny Ben wrinkled his nose.

- It’s not what I had in mind ...

“You should say more precisely what you want,” she said happily and went to put the bouquet in a vase.

“I’d better show you what I want… all night,” Ben said in a hoarse voice and walked towards you. Your bad mood is long gone.

Pancakes?

So, it`s mine first work and english is my seconde language and i still learn it. But i`ve still decided to give it a try. So...i hope you'll enjoy it. Please tell me what you think!

It was 9 in the morning. You were sitting at the table, at your small but cozy kitchen holding a hot cup of coffee preparing yourself for the new day. Lost in your mind you haven’t noticed Ben entering the kitchen anв kissing you in the top of you head.

- Good morning sunshine – he said kindly.

You flinched from surprise almost spilling coffee on yourself.

- God, Ben, you scared me - you laughed.

- Again making plans to enslave this world and did not notice my presence? - he joked sitting down on the chair opposite you.

- Mmm… actually thinking about what delicious pancakes you make,” you smiled innocently at him, - how about breakfast? - you asked, placing your hands under your chin and biting your lip.

Ben frowned but there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

- As far as I remember ... - he said tapping his index finger on his lower lip, - it's your turn today ...

But he could not finish the sentence he started as you quickly got up from your seat and sat on his knees kissing him tenderly on such inviting lips. It was a slow and sensual kiss. Ben's hands moved to your waist and he pulled you closer to him. You grabbed Ben's hair with one hand and tilted his head to the right while your lips moved to his neck kissing and nibbling gently.

- It…will not… work….,” Ben said with a low voice almost breathless.

- Mmm,- you mumbled into his neck while you pressed your hips closer to Ben's groin and bit his earlobe, - please -, you whispered languidly.

- On the other hand ..., - said Ben huddling voice but again you did not let him finish, and drew him in a passionate kiss from which you both soon be out of air in the lungs.

- You're impossible,- Ben whispered and pressed his forehead against yours.

-And I'm all yours,- you whispered in response, also trying to regain your breathing and heart palpitations.

- Mine - Ben said confidently once again quickly kissing you on the lips, - so, pancakes with what syrup do you want?, - he asked, smiling radiantly, to which you laughed happily.

Whiskey Kisses

Idk there's something about Billy having a rough day and using you to make himself feel better that gets to me.

Billy Russo x female reader (no descriptions)

Warnings: oral (f receiving), dirty talk, inappropriate use of expensive whiskey.

So Billy is having a hard couple of days at work, he hasn't been home in two days. He's frustrated, he misses his wife and the knowledge that she's probably missing him too is killing him.

He gets aggravated at the people around him for keeping him away from you. He misses you to no end as he can imagine the way you've probably slept on your shared bed, clutching one of his t-shirts as you sleep.

He sighs angrily, thinking about the ways you'd probably welcome him home, with your body spread open on the bed, looking like the vixen he knows you are. He starts hating the people keeping him here. He gets aggressive, yells any command he makes until even his workers wishes he would go home.

When his secretary spies you walking up to her during lunchtime, you can see her visibly sighing in relief.

You chuckle "That bad huh?"

"You have no idea," she mumbles, "He's free for an hour, so you can go on in." You shoot her a wink and head to his door.

You step into his office and close the door. He's busy at his desk and doesn't look up when you walk in. He looks pristine, no indication that he hasn't slept in two days and probably showered in the gym downstairs. You gently lock the door behind you and lean against it, waiting for his acknowledgement.

He lets out a furious huff, but still doesn't look up. "This better be fucking good Marissa."

You don't say a word, waiting for him to look up.

He sighs again, "What-" he freezes when he sees you.

"Mister Russo." You start, your voice unwavering, "Care to explain why I slept alone in our bed for the last two nights?"

He knows you're not mad, can't believe he got someone as patient and kind as you to marry him. It feels like a dream that he never wants to wake up from.

He runs a hand down his face, letting his aggressive persona drop. He gives a little roll to his shoulders.

"Mrs. Russo, you would not believe the day I've had." He clears a spot on his desk in front of him for you to sit. He knows how you love sitting on his desk.

You give an adorable smile and saunter up to his desk. You quietly pull your coat off and drape it over one of his chairs. When he sees the tight little black dress you're wearing underneath, he groans. "I fuckin' love you babygirl, c'mere." He begs, tapping the open space in front of him.

You giggle as you slide onto his desk. He tilts his head up and you move yours down so that your lips meet somewhere in the middle. Your hands interlace in the space behind his neck and his large hands move to cup at your thighs. You can feel the metal of his wedding ring against your skin and you feel arousal start to pool at your core. This man is all yours.

Billy's lost in the space between your lips. He's enraptured by the taste of your tongue. It reminds him that he hasn't licked your sweet pussy in so long.

"Please." He murmurs against your mouth. You feel his warm hands moving up under your dress. His fingers curl around the waistband of your panties and give it a gentle tug.

Your run your fingers over his bearded cheek, breaking the kiss.

"Can I help you with something, Mister Russo?" You tease.

His eyes are closed, his forehead pressed against yours. He thinks about demanding a taste, but he's already on thin ice as it is.

He realises that the only way to get what he wants is to ask nicely.

"Need to bury my face in your pussy, want you to cum all over my tongue."

You touch the tip of his nose gently, "What's the magic word?"

If you were anyone else, he'd break fingers for demeaning him like this. For you, he opens his eyes and murmurs a quiet, "Please"

You shift your weight slowly from left to right, letting Billy shimmy your panties down your thighs.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he gets them off. He pushes your dress upwards so that your ass is bare against his desk.

He takes his time, moving each of your legs over his shoulders. You lean back and brace yourself on your elbows, eager to feel his hot tongue against your folds.

From this angle, he can see how wet you've gotten. All for him. He thanks whatever God there is that he has you in his life, warming his bed, filling his heart, holding him close. He definitely doesn't deserve it.

"This all for me baby?" He asks, using his thumb to spread your slick around. You're gasping as he grazes your clit. He gives one harsh swipe of his thumb against your bud and you jerk. "Answer me."

"Yes! Yessss. All for you. I'm yours and only yours."

He smiles at that. And before you know it, he's buried his face between your thighs. You give a stifled whine, trying your best to be quiet.

It's hard to be quiet when Billy's doing everything he can to make you scream. He licks at your pussy, moving from your entrance to your clit at a generous pace.

Your back arches, but there's not much closer he can press his face to your heat. He wraps his arms around your thighs, locking you in. You buck and moan against him, savouring the feel of his tongue laving at you.

Billy's in heaven. He doesn't think anything could taste better than you until an idea sparks in his mind.

You watch him reach for a glass of whiskey he had been drinking earlier before you arrived. He pauses his torture to look up at you.

"Do you have any idea how much a bottle of this whisky costs?"

Getting your mouth to say actual words is hard enough, guessing the price of the amber liquid swirling in his glass is basically impossible.

"Uhhhm, a thousand?" You ask.

Billy laughs, running the cold glass over the tops of your thighs and watching you squirm. "Try five hundred."

That gets you alert. "Five hundred? Five hundred thousand?!"

He hums his confirmation. "So stay still, you don't want to waste a drop."

You're confused at first, until he buries his tongue in you once again. You resist the urge to throw your head back. You watch as he tilts the glass and gently pours some of his very expensive whiskey onto your pussy.

The liquid is cold and you gasp. You moan his name as you feel his tongue lick every drop.

He looks up at you, gauging your reaction. You're panting, eyes half closed, watching him intently. He does it again, dripping some whiskey over your clit and catching it with his tongue.

"Billyyy" you moan.

The taste of your pussy makes the whiskey taste that much better and Billy can't get enough. He moans, pouring more of his drink over you, licking you clean before doing it over and over again. Billy worships your pussy with his tongue, just like you deserve.

Your hands can't help but sink into his hair, tugging at the longer strands. He knows you're worked up and aching for release. When he's drained every drop from his glass, he sets it down and pushes two of his long fingers into you.

You throw your head back this time. Whining at the feel of his fingers and his tongue working you slowly toward your peak. You can feel your toes curling as he hits that spot inside you.

"Gonna cum Billy." You say.

You hear and feel Billy groan, his tongue pressed firmly to your clit. You know what he'd say if he had the willpower to pull away from you. 'Cum on my tongue baby, need to taste that sweet cunt.'

You hit your peak slowly, your orgasm spreading fire through your veins as you clench hard around his fingers. Your body arches and you come with a cry of his name.

He takes his time, licking you gently through your orgasm, watching you shiver and shake as you come down from your high. He knows an orgasm that intense is going to require a little bit of aftercare.

Billy is the fucking king of aftercare. He cleans you up, and pulls you off his desk so that you're perched on his lap, snuggling into his body. He kisses the top of your head as he lets you catch your breath. You can feel the bulge in his pants beneath your ass, but it's more of an effect of eating you out than a need for release.

You watch as he takes a wet wipe from a container in one of his desk drawers and clean the area of his desk where he just did those filthy things to you. You chuckle into his shoulder.

"What is it?" He asks.

"Nothing. I love you." You say, kissing his throat.

When the hour's up, you know you have to leave. Billy looks very unhappy when you stand. You kiss the crinkle in his eyebrow, your heart aching for your husband.

"Will I see you tonight?" You ask tentatively.

He stands, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "Nothing could keep me away." He murmurs into your hair. With one last kiss he lets you leave.

On your way out, Marissa gives you a large smile. You return her smile, "I'll think you'll find he's much better to talk to now."

"You're my hero." She responds.

You simply laugh and head out.

I kind of miss you

I felt terrible. It was the middle of the work week, and I had already managed to get sick. My throat was sore and my voice was hoarse and I couldn't stop coughing. My mood was lower than ever. Plus, I haven't seen Timothee in almost a week. We were going to meet with him a few days ago, but he constantly postponed our meeting, referring to the large number of work and working meetings. At first I was understanding about this, but today I was especially sensitive. I felt weak and all I wanted was to wrap myself in a blanket and snuggle up to my boyfriend. I know I acted like a little girl, but I didn't care.

Thank God it was already the end of the day, and I was free. I took the day off tomorrow and called Timothee. What if he's already was free, and we can finally see each other? I was able to get through to him only on the second attempt.

"Hey you" he said. He was in a good mood.

"Hi Tim. Will I see you today? It's been a while and I kind of miss you"

“I have one more meeting but I think it will take about an hour, after which I am all yours, my love”

"Really? Are you sure you can do it?" I asked hopefully.

“Yes, my love, I promise. I'm sorry, I gotta go, see you soon"

Before I could answer, he had already hung up.

Well, now my mood is clearly better. Just an hour, and I will be warm and in the arms of a loved one. From one thought, my mood became better and better.

Before I went home, I went to the pharmacy. While I was buying medicine for myself, my phone rang and the name of the person I needed so much right now was displayed on the phone screen.

"Hey baby, are you free?" I asked and heard there was music playing in the background.

“My love, listen...I'm sorry, but can I see you tomorrow? I'm really sorry, but this meeting is very important and I only need one evening and tomorrow I'm all yours. Promise"

My heart skipped a beat at his words. Seriously? Again?

“Tim, look, I don’t want to distract you, but maybe you can come to my place later? It doesn't matter how late it is. I will wait for you. Everything is fine, but I would not like to be alone today, ”I asked, although I already knew in advance what he would answer me. This has already happened. Timothee was so engrossed in his work that we didn't see each other for about a month.

“No, baby, go to bed, don't wait for me. I will be late. I want you to get enough sleep."

Yes, I thought, of course. He just did not know that I had not slept normally for 2 nights. I didn't want to tell him, but still... So, okay, I told myself, it's time to be a big girl and not be so needy. You can handle everything on your own.

"Yeah ok. I'll see you another time" I said and turned off my phone. I didn't want to listen to what he had to say. I've heard it 1000 times already. I didn't blame Timothee. I knew what I agreed to when we started dating, but still, like a stupid girl, I hoped for a miracle. We all want a miracle sometimes, right?

But we live in the real world, so I took a taxi and drove home. The drive home took me about an hour.

When I entered the apartment, I immediately smelled my favorite food. What? When I entered the kitchen, I saw Timothee cutting vegetables.

" Timothee? What's happening?" Seriously what?

When he heard my voice, he turned around and looked at me with a smile. But as soon as he saw me, the joy in his eyes immediately changed to excitement.

"Oh, baby, how are you feeling yourself?" he asked me.

"I'm...great," I said, but was caught in a lie when I started coughing loudly.

"Yeah, I see," Timothee said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Timothee, what are you doing here? You said that…" 

“I know what I said and I'm sorry about that,” he interrupted me, “I was in a meeting, but your voice seemed strange to me, so when you hung up, I started calling you again, but your phone was unavailable. Then I called you at work, in case you were still there and I could pick you up, but you weren't there anymore. Your colleague answered my call and said that you had already left and that you had been feeling unwell all day. That's why I left early to take care of my girl."

I didn't want to cry, but my eyes were starting to fill with tears.

"Tim, you shouldn’t..."

“Of course you should. I'm sorry baby" he said and hugged me, pressing his lips to my forehead.

"God, you're hot" Timothy said and looked at me

"Thank you?" I smiled

“I'm serious, you have a fever. How long have you been feeling unwell?” he asked seriously

I lowered my eyes to the floor and replied, "Well ... since yesterday .."

"And you went to work?"

“I couldn’t leave, I have deadlines”

“And you didn’t tell me that you feel bad,” he began to scold me

"I didn't want you to worry"

“But what about the talk that we are partners and …” he continued, but when a tear rolled down my cheek, he immediately fell silent. God, I've become so sensitive that it's annoying

"I'm sorry"

“No, forgive me. I love you. Will you let me take care of you" he asked gently and pressed his lips to mine for a moment, but I immediately recoiled

"Don't kiss me, you'll get sick"

"Try to stop me and see what happens" he said and pressed his lips against mine again. I missed him so much that this time I did not resist. As he backed away from me, I whispered, “Thank you. I missed you"

“And I missed you. So much. Now go wash your hands, dinner is almost ready" said Timothee and turned me towards the bathroom.

"Yes sir" I said with a smile. My recovery will definitely be quick.

Tough day

The last few weeks at work have been tough for Billy. New contracts, important clients, regular meetings. And, it seemed, every little thing demanded Billy's attention, so he was tense lately. You managed to see each other, but these were rare, short moments. You were not happy about this, but you understood that now Billy needs your support, although he will never admit it. He was not used to sharing his experiences, because he considered it a manifestation of weakness, but you had a different opinion about this.

Billy tried to spend every free minute with you, but now he rarely succeeded. When you were around, he felt calm, as if at home. At least that was how he imagined the house. The place where he is expected, loved and always supported. Billy knew that he could trust you, but he believed that he should protect you, even from the whole world, if necessary, because he cherished you. Therefore, he did not tell you about his problems, and you have not yet dared to insist.

Having managed to complete all the plans in the morning, you decided to visit Billy, at least for a couple of minutes. You went to his favorite cafe and bought him an apple pie. You knew that food like that wasn’t suitable for lunch, but Billy loves apple pie, and you wanted to please him. Billy rarely got mad at you unless you seriously screw up. And you hoped that your presence at his work would not give him problems today.

You walked into the Anvil building and went straight to Billy's office. Entering the room, you saw Jessica, Billy's secretary. You weren't intimately familiar, but she knew who you were.

“Hi Jess,” you said with a smile. She looked tired and the table was littered with papers. She looked up at you with tired eyes and smiled faintly.

- Hey! How do you? Sorry, but Billy is at the meeting ... - then you both heard your boyfriend's angry voice coming from the next room. From what you heard, it became clear that one of his subordinates made a serious mistake.

Then the door of the meeting room was thrown open, Billy came out and began to address Jessica in a loud voice. Billy looked angry.

- Jessica, where are papers on Mr. Stevens' ?!

You both jumped at the harsh sound. As soon as Billy's eyes rested on you, surprise flashed across his face.

- Y / N, what are you doing here? Something happened?

You cleared your throat and said:

- Sorry to distract you. I would like to talk to you. Will you take a few minutes for me?

Anxiety flashed in his gaze, and he examined you from head to toe before answering.

“Jessica, take the papers on Mr. Stevens's to the meeting room and tell them I'll be back soon. And tell them to re-read the documents before my arrival and understand what the hell they are talking about.

Jess nodded and quickly ran to her desk for the papers.

“Come to my office,” Billy told you, and you followed him.

As soon as you entered his office, Billy closed the door and turned sharply to you.

- So what happened? Are you okay? I didn’t receive any calls or messages from you today, and you didn’t say that you would come to me… - while he was talking, you hugged Billy tightly and pulled him to you. You wanted to take away all his stress, all his stress. Billy was like a taut string about to break.

- Do not be mad at me, please, I did not want to disturb you - you kissed him on the chin - I know that you are now having a difficult period at work and everyone needs your attention, but I was worried about you, so I just wanted to visit you and make sure you're okay.

- Are you worried about me? Billy said quietly, and he hugged you back.

You frowned and said:

“Of course I was worried about you. How could it be otherwise? I hope I didn't bother you too much, but you look like you need a break.

Billy pulled back slightly, looked into your eyes and said:

- How did I deserve you?

You smiled back and said:

- You probably did something very good in your past life.

Billy laughed softly and pressed his lips to yours. You pressed closer to him, and you involuntarily escaped a groan of pleasure.

“And that's not all…” you muttered, “I'm sure you haven't eaten anything, and as far as I know, sugar helps to think better, so…,” you took a pie out of your bag and handed it to him.

“Is that for me?” Billy took the cake from your hands and looked at you with disbelief, as if you decided to make fun of him.

- Of course, silly, who else? - you laughed, - besides, he is very sweet. You'll like it.

Billy looked at you and his eyes flashed with dangerous fire.

- I know another sweet thing that I want to try.

“Billy!” You exclaimed, but at the thought of his tongue between your legs your body was on fire.

He laughed and walked to his table

“Will you keep me company?” He asked, taking a pie out of the box and handing you one piece.

“Don't you need to go back to the meeting?” You asked, puzzled.

“I’m the boss,” Billy said with a smile, taking a bite of the pie, “besides, I need a break for a few minutes, otherwise I’ll kill them all. They need to be more responsible about their work or they will quickly lose it. I need professionals, not amateurs.

While Billy was eating, you got an idea. You didn’t think about it for a long time, fearing that you would get cold feet and change your mind, but you always wanted to do it.

- You're too tense, dear, - you said, went to the door and closed the door on the lock. Then you slowly approached Billy, who was sitting on the couch and looked at you attentively, - if you want, I can help you ..., - you said quietly and knelt down in front of him.

Billy's face was filled with excitement, but he seemed to be trying to control himself.

Then you ran your palm over his crotch and squeezed his cock through his pants.

Billy sighed sharply and said:

- Baby, you shouldn't ...

“I know,” you cut him off, “but this is what I have been thinking about for a long time and ... you don’t want me to ?,” you asked quietly and looked uncertainly into his eyes. You weren’t experienced in sex too much, but with Billy, you became more confident. Sometimes it just seemed to you that you weren't enough for him, that he could find someone better. But as soon as such thoughts appeared in your head, Billy immediately convinced you otherwise.

- God, of course, I want this, - he said confidently, took your face in his hands and leaned towards you, - I just want you to be sure that you want it.

You smiled and kissed him.

“I’m sure,” you smiled, “besides, you and I don’t want you to explode from the tension, right?” You winked at Billy and began to unbutton his pants.

- I can control myself very w ... - he began, but as soon as you pulled his cock out of your pants and ran your tongue over the head of the cock, his hips involuntarily twitched, and you laughed softly.

“You were saying ...,” you said, looking at Billy again. His eyes burned with fire, his lips are compressed, his breathing quickened.

You wanted to quickly relieve Billy's tension, so you drew your tongue along the entire length of the penis several times, then took it in your mouth and began to suck.

“My good girl,” Billy muttered and moaned softly.

Billy put his hand on your head, grabbing your hair and began to guide you. Billy's moans intensified and you felt his cock throbbing in your mouth.

“Baby,” Billy said in a low voice, “if you don’t want me to ...

You looked up at him, momentarily looked up from his cock and said

- Cum in my mouth, Billy. I want to taste everything of you

You again took his cock in your mouth and continued to suck, not taking your eyes off Billy's eyes.

In a moment, you felt Billy come with a groan in your mouth. His head is thrown back, his eyes are closed. You licked his cock clean, then zipped up his pants and sat on the couch next to Billy. Now he was relaxed and you were happy.

“Are you feeling better?” You asked him. Billy pulled you close and kissed you passionately on the lips.

- You can not even imagine.

- I am glad, - you giggled,- Well, I think I'll go… - you said. You wanted to get up and walk to the door so Billy could get back to his work, but he wouldn't let you and pulled you closer to him.

“Stay with me for a few more minutes,” he muttered into your hair.

You sat there for a while, after which Billy still had to return to his duties. But he promised you that he will come home early today and this time you will moan.

Anxiety

You were terribly nervous and did not understand the reason for your anxiety. You just woke up with the thought that today could be a bad day and you would do something wrong and get into trouble. You just couldn't get rid of that feeling. You had a free morning because you only had to be at the office at noon. Fortunately, Timothee was at home today, reading scripts for his future potential films.

You couldn't take it anymore, you needed to be in the arms of your man. You quickly went to your bedroom with him and saw Timothee, in whose hands was another script. Without hesitation, you walked up to him, took the script from his hands, put it aside and climbed onto your boyfriend’s knees and pressed tightly against him, burying your face in his neck.

"Hey, mon amour, what's wrong?" he asked uncertainly, but then hugged you back tightly.

“Nothing,” you replied, “I just wanted to be with you.”

Your voice was muffled as you still pressed your lips against his neck. Timothee began to stroke your back and hair. You inhaled his scent and you felt better, the anxiety let go.

- Are you sure? - he asked again with doubt in his voice.

You didn't like to lie to him. At the beginning of your relationship, you agreed with Timothee that you would not hide your feelings and experiences from each other. You were good together and you knew that you could trust Timothee and tell him about your experiences. And he will not mock you or not take your feelings seriously.

- I'm just really nervous. I don't know why." You hugged him tighter.

- It's all right, my love, I'm with you. I will always be with you and always support you. I love you,  you know that, don't you? Timothy asked and pressed his lips to your hair.

- Yes, I know. I love you too, so much. I'm so glad that I have you, - you said and kissed him on the lips.

You felt his smile on your lips, after which Timothy deepened the kiss and did everything to make you forget about your feelings. All you could think about now was Timothy and your love for him.