Novel & Cerita Timothy Champagne Nude

“Relax into it. Let your body feel everything.” I bit my lip hard, eyes fixed on the ceiling tiles, but it was impossible not to look at him. Timothee leaned in close, dark hair falling over his forehead, his hazel eyes focused with that intense artist concentration. The muscles in his forearm flexed with every careful pass of the needle, black ink swirling under his own skin like living shadows. God, he smelled good—clean soap mixed with that faint masculine scent that made my head fuzzy. My sundress was bunched up around my waist, leaving me completely exposed from the waist down. Smooth, freshly shaved, and now marked by him.

I wonder who the demented person that sold that could be. I stood there naked, cock throbbing traitorously hard in front of all of them with my heart hammering so loud I was sure they could hear it. “What…the actual fuck, Tim?” I managed to croak out, my voice mixing with bewilderment and surprise. Tim stepped behind me, arms wrapping around my waist, his dick pressing hard against my ass through his sweatpants. He kissed the side of neck then whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear, “You always say your birthday sex is too vanilla. Figured I’d give you the full unhinged experience. These boys are here to make sure you get every single thing you’ve been fantasizing about.”

He froze when he felt the rise of Timothy's bare ass cheek, and slowly closed his eyes as he moved his hand back up. 'Fuck!' He thought when he realized how naked his little mate was laying against him. Of course, he would be naked, he just shifted! He's not sure why he didn't think of that. He tries not to think of the fact that his mate is naked. But the more he tries not to think about it, the more he pictures his nice round ass, and wonders how soft it is? 'Naked Alpha, naked Alpha...' Colton chants in his head, until his cock is no longer rock hard. He smiles as he lightly trails his fingers along Timothy's back, and feels the goosebumps spreading across his skin.

An image of the beautiful goddess stomping a bucket of grapes with her bare feet was on all of their bottles. “Who knows what future holds for me. I am going to enjoy this exquisite champagne tonight,” she turned to him with a sincere smile that lit up her eyes. Damien didn’t like the implication of an upcoming end in her answer but couldn’t help admiring what was in front of him. With rosy cheeks, a glimmer in those green eyes and a broad smile, she looked young and pretty. There was playfulness in her expression, challenging him. His eyes lowered to her collarbones, smooth chest skin and two creamy soft breasts pushed up out of that dress. He approved of the dress, an odd color of cream gr

she blurted out. The moment the words left her lips, she wished she had just kept her mouth shut. She had lost her temper and forgotten that the person in front of her was Timothy. He was not one of those innocent young men who blushed at the slightest provocation. Timothy was not the type to blush even if someone were lying naked next to him. He was likely far more lustful than the average person. He was a typical example of a wolf in sheep's clothing. He chuckled as he led her out of the elevator. "Let's give it a try. We don't want you going around saying I'm impotent." He made sure to emphasize his words as a hint of a smile flashed across his face.

*—Timothy—* Timothy looked at the woman lying across from him. She was beautiful in a different way. She had a sparkle in her gaze that had coaxed him ever since he saw her in the coffee shop that morning, her hair such a dark shade just made him conjure up a thousand sexual positions where her black hair fell over them, surrounded, sweaty, wet, it was so exciting to think about, he didn’t want to think about what it would be like to make it happen. The girl was practically a mystery to him, he didn’t know her at all, and his bruised male ego screamed at him that he didn’t want to know her either.

"Table twelve needs a refill. Go." ​I took a deep breath, straightened my vest, and walked over. I kept my eyes on the tray, my heart thumping against my ribs so hard I thought he’d hear it. ​"Champagne, sir?" I asked, my voice as flat and professional as I could make it. ​Timothy didn't even look at me at first. He just started to shake his head. "No, I'm fine—" ​He stopped mid-sentence. He recognized my voice.