Penelope pov

I arch my back as Timothy settles between my legs, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the most delicious way. We're both naked now, skin slick with a light sheen of sweat from our earlier teasing. His cock is hard and heavy against my thigh, throbbing with need, but there's no hurry in his movements. This is lazy, indulgent—missionary at its most intimate, where every thrust is deliberate and unhurried, drawing out the pleasure like a slow burn.

He guides himself to my ...