If I Can't Have you

(16) Mine to touch

"Already half undressed, someone's eager." Jemima comments, opening her door to Tommy who was stood there, no signature cap, no blazer, no waistcoat. Just a blue pinstripe shirt with navy blue trousers.

He steps inside, closing the door after himself, "Max is definitely out? No chance of him coming back?"

"Would I have suggested it if I thought that?" Jemima says, pleasantly surprised as Tommy pulls her to him, "hopefully fucking not."

He hooks his finger round a loose strand of hair, twirling it and softly pushing it out of her face.

Jemimas hands were placed on his chest, and she tugs his shirt gently, pulling him down so she could press her lips to his, one of his hands resting on the wall behind her head and the other on her waist, "and you called me eager."

"Shut up," Jemima mumbles, her hands moving up his chest to his neck, gasping when instead of reconnecting their lips he begins to trail his down her neck.

"I swear to god, Thomas. You leave a mark there and I will kill you," Jemima says, just as he nibbles at her skin, chuckling, "oops?"

"Prick," Jemima mumbles, pushing him away taking hold of one of the loops on his trousers  leading him up the stairs to her bedroom.

Tommy was quick to relieve himself of his shirt before focusing on getting Jemima undressed, until she was left in only her underwear in front of him.

He walks her backwards until she hits her bed and falls backwards onto it, his eyes full of lust as they take in her body.

Slowly, he places himself on the floor at the edge of her bed, hands on her thighs pushing her legs apart.

"No-ones kissed you here since me, have they?" Tommy asks, taking note of how she tenses slightly as his lips brush over her thigh.

"No," Jemima says.

"Pathetic," Tommy scoffs, looking up at her, his thumbs gently caressing her legs, "just relax, and keep those eyes on me. Anytime you want me to stop, just tell me. Okay?"

Jemima nods, and Tommy shakes his head, "words, Jemima. Don't go quiet on me now. Tell me you understand. Tell me that if you get uncomfortable and want me to stop, you will say something."

"I understand," Jemima says, "if I want you to stop, I'll tell you."

"Good girl," Tommy mumbles, smirking when he feels her start to fiddle with his hair as his mouth works it's way up her thigh.

"Relax," Tommy says, feeling her legs tense up when he places a kiss against her clit, "relax for me, Jemima. I promise it'll be worth it."

Tommy reaches one of his hands up as his tongue starts to circle her labia, grabbing her hand in his.

"Fucking hell," Jemima breathes out, as his tongue flicks against her clit.

He drags his tongue along her slit, before sucking her clit gently, feeling Jemimas grasp on his hair tighten, whilst she whispers his name softly.

"Don't be shy, beautiful," Tommy chuckles, "say my name louder."

"Arse." Jemima remarks, her breathing becoming shallower as Tommys mouth latches onto her clit, her hand was clasping onto his, as she feels herself on the borders of an orgasm.

"What?" Jemima says, "don't stop."

Tommy starts to kiss up her torso, sucking on a breast before trailing his lips up her neck to her ear, "call me an arse again, and see what happens."

"Fuck you, you can't leave me like this." Jemima says.

"I don't intend to, but watch your mouth when you talk to me else I'll get you a lot closer only to give you nothing once more, got that? When I told you I'd have you completely and utterly at my mercy, I didn't think it'd be this quickly." Tommy responds, as she bucks her hips against his groin.