(Y/N)'s POV:
"Fuck," Tom muttered under his breath. "Are you there already?" I asked as he nodded without saying a word.
My back was to a wall as my legs were wrapped around his torso. He held me tightly as he pumped himself into me thoroughly. He was so wet already and I was still dry to the bone.
"I'm there, darling," Tom moaned as I shook my head. "Wait! I haven't even gotten wet yet!" I said as he slowly started to stop. "We have been doing this for 20 minutes. What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" He asked as I shook my head again. "No, baby, it's not you-" "It's not you it's me? Bullshit! What's wrong! Why won't you fucking cum for me?" Tom asked as he then pulled out before he could even cum.
"Do you want to tell me what's wrong or should I keep fucking guessing?" Tom asked as I smiled softly. "I told you. Nothings wrong. I think I just wasn't as into it tonight. I'm sorry," I said as he looked sad. "Sweetheart, you don't have to apologize. If you weren't up for it tonight you should have said something earlier," He said as I nodded.
"You're right, I should have but I didn't because you looked hot in your slacks with the white button-down tucked in and I couldn't think of anything better to do than to fuck you," I said as he started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" I asked as he stood up and covered himself with the blanket from the bed, that I was sitting on. "What are you doing?" I asked as he smiled.
"I'm covering myself so that you don't sexualize me anymore with that eye-fucking-gaze," He said as he covered himself with the blanket as if he was butt-ass-naked.
"If anything, darling, I should be the one with the craving right now. The way you were dressed this evening at dinner? I mean come on! Seriously?" He yelled as I took the blanket from him and covered myself the way he had before.
"What do you mean the way I was dressed?" I asked as he smiled. "The blue tank top with your baggy jeans and those boots you always wear alongside the flannel that was around your waist. You looked so fuckable the moment you walked in the restaurant wearing that," Tom said as I smiled.
"It wasn't until your friend said something about the way your breasts looked that I then had noticed I had been staring at them for the past 3 whole minutes," Tom continued as I smiled again, even harder this time.
"I just need you to know that I don't ever want to touch you if you aren't wanting my touch or craving my touch as much as I am," Tom said as he caressed my cheek and then kissed my neck.
"Tom-" "I love you so very much and I couldn't ever imagine myself touching another woman the way I dream of touching you." "Thomas-" "And tomorrow we can do whatever it is you please if it will make you happy." "THOMAS!"
"What?" He asked as if he hadn't heard me saying his name for the past five minutes in which he had been talking telling me how much he loves me.
"My God, boy, you've done it," I said as his confused face grew with even more confusion. "Oh for fucks sake. Tom, I'm wet and horny," I said as he nodded, and then he got on top of me on the bed and ripped off my clothes.
I have never seen someone rip off clothes that fast. He was certain he knew what he was doing and knew what end goal he was reaching.
He pulled his dick out so fast I was worried he might end up tearing that thing right off. We fucked for a solid 10 minutes again before we both came and peacefully lied down together.
He ran his fingers through my hair as we fell asleep and then by the morning we were back to square one and we were fucking again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again.
