𝔹𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕖 | Tommy Shelby

𝕏𝕀𝕀𝕀. ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2)

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He put the cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand and pounced on me, kissing me tenderly. The taste of tobacco made me intoxicated, along with his cologne and the feel of his skin against mine made me shudder in his embrace. He stopped kissing me to look into my eyes and stroked my forehead, brushing back a few strands of hair.

Beneath his body, I felt safe. It was like a prison I had always longed to be a prisoner of. He kissed me again and when his tongue burst into my mouth, I was delighted to receive him. His caresses moved to my silk covered breasts and I moaned in the middle of the kiss.

Thomas directed his attention to my neck, where he licked, bit and kissed the skin, then slid down to the junction of my collarbones and from there to where my nightgown covered my sternum. With his thumbs he pressed the nipples and while inside me I was cursing the piece of cloth that kept me from his touch, I felt him stick to me even more and I felt his erection on my belly.

"Take off that fucking nightgown", he demanded, breathing heavily on my chest. All the tenderness he had originally had was gone. The need spoke for him. "Get up and take it off for me".

I would be lying if I said I was surprised by what he was asking of me. Thomas is a very sexual man and you don't have to sleep with him to realize that. It is obvious that he too is the type of man who takes delight in what he sees and enjoys watching a woman strip her clothes. In my case, I had already done such a thing before so it did not cause me any shyness other than the expectation generated by seeing how he would react.

He released me and allowed me to stand up. I placed myself in front of the bed and before doing anything, I took a few seconds to observe him. I too am a person who can marvel at what my retinas capture and what the sight gave me back at that moment, turned me on even more: Thomas was lying in bed, his body full of scars was agitated. He was watching me expectantly, his eyes sleepy and wet, his arousal showing in his underpants. I gulped as I realized how much I wanted this man, how much I yearned for his body and having him inside me.

I grabbed the straps of the nightgown and pulled them free, allowing the silk to slide over my skin and fall to the floor. Thomas blinked a few times at the mere gaze of my breasts. Without giving him the possibility to process my incipient nudity, I also freed myself of my underwear and thus, finally, I was naked in front of him.

"Come". Thomas stretched his hand out to me after letting out a sigh. I laced my fingers with his and went back to bed. "Come with me, Ollie".

Once I was lying down again, he went straight to what interested him. He licked the left nipple and the warm moisture in that sensitive area sent an electricity run down my back. Thomas placed his attention on my right breast making use of his caresses and when I felt him bite I jumped. Thomas laughed throatily against my skin and I couldn't help but curse him. He was so good at what he did.

He went down, leaving a trail of wet kisses. When he reached the navel he stopped and met my gaze.

I didn't expect him to ask me for permission since it wasn't like Thomas Shelby to ask permission for anything, so when I saw him leering at me I knew that he was trying to be captivated by my reaction. He continued to slide his chin towards my femininity, his eyes on me and, once he had placed my legs on his shoulders, he did what he had to do.

"Tom!" I exclaimed, not quite sure why. His name was the first thing my tongue allowed me to say when I felt him there. "Ah!", I squirmed.

I brought my hands up to his head, praying that he wouldn't separate from me. I remember it now and it scandalized me, but seeing him so focused on giving me pleasure, with his fingers buried in my thighs, made the fire inside me burn more strongly.