One Kiss [English]

Chapter 9

"What's on your mind, darling?" he asked, kissing her neck as he stood behind her.

"It's nothing, Tom. It's just that the evening has been rather exhausting." She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. As she leaned up to him and kissed him softly; he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him.

"I might know something that could relax you," he said and she raised her eyebrow questioningly.

"Do you?" He nods before kissing her passionately and with one hand began to unzip her dress; her dress slid down and bunched up at her feet. Tom lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips as he carried her to the bed and laid her gently on the soft varnishes. She began to unbutton his shirt and slid it down his shoulders. He kissed down her body and pulled her panties down before he put her leg over his shoulder and began to lick her wet pussy. Claire moaned and arched her back as Tom tongue fucked her. He held her still with one hand and pushed two fingers into her tight pussy and began sucking on her clit. She pulled on his hair and pulled him up to her; Claire could taste herself on his lips and moaned into the kiss. She heard him undo his belt and she pushed his pants down with her heels. She felt his cock at her entrance and lifted her hips; he slid into her a little and moaned before thrusting into her quickly. Tom took her wrists in his hands and began to fuck her.

"Tom!" she moaned his name loudly as he thrust repeatedly against her G-spot. He nibbled on the skin of her neck and took both her wrists in one of his hands. Tom pulled down her bra and took her nipple into his mouth as he slid his hand between their bodies and began to rub her clit rapidly. She tightened around his cock and she moaned loudly as she felt her orgasm building inside her.

"Come for me!" he commanded. Her body began to shake uncontrollably before she stiffened and climaxed. He thrust deep inside her one last time before filling her with his hot cum. After they both recovered from their orgasm, he slid out of her and rolled off her, pulling her body against him. Tom pulled a varnish over both their bodies.

"Claire?" he asked, looking down at her. She looked to him asking; he ran a hand through her hair.

"Yes?" she asked him.

"I know we haven't known each other long, but I don't want this arrangement between us anymore"-he paused for a moment-"I want a real relationship with you, with no acting or lying between us."

She took a deep breath, not expecting the confession. No acting. No lies. Lies; how could she have a relationship with him if she didn't tell him about the pregnancy? "I want that too." She leaned in and kissed him gently. Claire would enjoy her time with him while she could before reality caught up with her.

The next morning, she woke up to the smell of coffee. She tucked herself in bed before getting up and pulling on Tom's shirt that was down by the bed and buttoning it up. From downstairs she could hear Tom talking in the kitchen as she walked down the stairs.

"Yeah, I'll be in Atlanta in two days, Luke"-he paused and Claire stopped outside the kitchen-"I can't stay there for two months. What about Claire-" -he was interrupted by Luke- "All right, I'll come by later" Tom hung up and she decided to go into the kitchen. On the kitchen island were several plates of pancakes, toast, scrambled eggs and bacon.

"Did you cook for a soccer team, Tom?" she laughed and he finally noticed her.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I...Um...didn't know what you were going to eat, so I made a little bit of everything."

She sat down on a chair and poured herself a glass of orange juice. "Thanks." He leaned down and kissed her briefly on the lips.

"Luke called me." -he stopped for a moment- "I have to go to Atlanta for the next two months and shoot something for the new season for Loki."

"I understand." Claire nodded and sipped her juice.

"I'd like you to come with me, of course, if you'd like," he explained, taking her hand in his; he stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. Two months in Atlanta? That would mean she would miss her appointment with the gynecologist, yet it would be suspicious if she didn't go with him. Before she left, Claire had to cancel the appointment; she could find a doctor in Atlanta, too. What difference would it make?

"Of course I want to go; I've never been to Atlanta," she said with a smile, leaning in to kiss him....