Tell Me How (The Love Abroad Sequel)

Chapter 2

Most couples go out to a nice, fancy restaurant for their first anniversary. Not us. Tom and I, well, we decided to recreate a day that started it all.

Our first date.

Tom ordered Chinese as we sat on the couch talking. Boring, I know but for some reason, it was very sweet. Tom and I don't get the time we need to actually talk about stuff. He's usually out filming or we're going to events or I'm working.

"I had this dream last night. You and I were on some island where the only way you could get off was to tell a really funny joke."

I look at Tom, both confused and amused. "A joke? Really?" The sarcasm swept through my words.

"Yeah. There was a whole village there that judged you. And if you told a joke that wasn't funny...." His voice trailed off and his hands motioned something of a bomb exploding.

"Death."

I start laughing, almost spilling the glass of wine in my hand. "Literally it's a killer joke. Oh my Tom, what do you drink before bed?" He shrugged his shoulders and refilled his glass of wine.

"You know what I miss?" Tom shakes his head no. "Our little walks we'd take through London. Remember that hill we'd go to, the one on our first official date?"

"The one over looking the city?" I re-adjust myself on the couch. "That's it. How come we never go there anymore?"

Tom grabs my glass out of my hand, setting both of the glasses on the table. "Because things couldn't have been better." I shoot him a puzzling look.

"What I mean is, we've never had to escape reality. Everything that's happened to us, good or bad, since we've gotten married.... well, we've gotten through it together." I smile.

"If I remember correctly, the last time I was there was the night of our wedding."

Okay. What? How did I not know about this?

Tom could sense my worry. "That night, after the reception, our argument. I went there to just be alone. I was really beating myself up form what had happened so I wanted to give you your space, even if you were asleep when I left."

I nod in a way that shows him I understand and move on to our next order of business. "Why did you ever ask me out in a date?"

He laughed, making me nervous. "Well, why not?"

"You're lucky I said yes." Suddenly I was the one on top and in control. I get off the couch, heading to our kitchen. It's the ultimate kitchen. Granite countertops, stainless steel appliances and a breakfast bar. Perfect for company or children...if we ever have any.

"You know, this has been the best year of my life." Tom whispers into my ear, his right hand trailing up under my shirt. His left hand holding me tightly into the front of his body. His cologne penetrating my nostrils. Instinctively, my right hand finds his face, my fingers following the curve of his jaw line. My other hand, grasping the top of his left hand which is now planted at my front hip - dangerously close to the inside of my thigh.

"Oh really? How so..." My word fades into a whisper as I feel Tom's lips touch my neck, goose bumps raising quickly, sending chills all over my body. His hands cusped my right breast. I let out a sigh as he begins kneading it softly, his warm lips continuing to my shoulder.

The way Tom could manipulate me was astounding. I quivered at his every touch, my body pulsing for more. He was my drug and he took me higher and higher every time we kissed. 

“Baby…please…” 

Holding tight unto Tom's broad shoulders, his shirt crumpling under grasp, I bit my lip and I bit it hard. Stay calm, Marie. Focus.  I tried not to moan too loud as Tom’s hand moved under my dress and inside my underwear, playing with my wetness, rubbing his fingers against my slit in excruciatingly slow motion.

He's such a fucking tease.

And it was working.

"Ehehe." He laughs as he realizes he has me right where he wants me. For me to beg him.

Tom was pressing his body against mine, my back roughly rubbed the innocent door of the refrigerator, the way he was fingering my now swollen center, the way his other free hand just started kneading my left breast passionately with much desire, and the way he looked at me hungrily while he licked his lips.

I wanted him. Right now. Dammit, I beg of him.

Tom slides me to the side. I rested my back on the wall submissively when Tom gently pushed me against it more. He spread my legs further with his knee to give him the space he needed while he continued to touch and finger my wet pussy. I could feel my dress has ride up, and one of the shoulder straps had fallen off, revealing my right breast. 

“Why do I need you like this, Marie” 

My body writhed under his touch; Tom took his hand out of my underwear all of a sudden, and pulled the thin fabric down with him as he knelt down over me.

“Tom....” she whimpered. I knew exactly what was next.

I needed something to hold onto, my knees were wobbling and in these heels, that could be dangerous. I leaned over, grabbing the breakfast bar chair from around the corner, resting my weight on that.

I hadn't even gotten comfortable when Tom grabbed my leg by the back of my knee and slung it over his shoulder. Easier access for him. He can be so selfish sometimes.

"Fuck," he whispers, staring in between my legs. Tom's open mouth trails up my inner thighs, kissing and nibbling the sensitive flesh. Out of reflex, I arched my back, my legs quivering as Tom’s tongue continued to lick and suck in all the right spots.

The feel of his wet tongue on my skin was amazing. I gestured to look down on him. But as I did, Tom paused for a short moment.

He looked up at me with lust and desire in his eyes. And then, without any warning of any kind, he surged at my cunt.

My body feels like fire as soon as I felt Tom’s tongue on my clit. He licked clearly without hesitation, without inhibitions, without reluctance. His entire tongue grazed my pussy, going to and fro, sucking on the juice in between, and nibbling on my clit with his lips.

“Uhhhh, fuck…” I moaned. My hands were shaking as I tried ferociously to keep balance. My knees were about to give out at any moment. “God, Tom…you’re gonna make me come…”

I couldn't handle anymore and I strip off to ride him right there but Tom abruptly stopped. He gently set my legs down, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, licked his lips, and then got up.

I look at him, mouth agape. He caught my glare and smiled wickedly as if he did this on purpose. I swear it was like the very same character that made all the Avengers fan girls weak in the knees possessed him. That Loki made everyone all hot and bothered. And lucky for me, I was married to the son of a bitch that developed that sex god.

Tom walks out of the kitchen and slumps on the couch, pouring another glass of wine. I look around the corner in disbelief. "Want another glass of wine?"

Wine. I don't fucking want wine, Tom. I want you.

I shake my head laughing as I pick up my panties off the floor and fixing my dress. I looked like a hot mess. 

I take the cushion next to Tom, my eyes never leaving his face. I grab the glass of wine and swallow with one gulp. His eyes never left my lips as I licked them to taste every last drop. He thought he could tease me? Pfft.

"So what movie are we watching?"

He picked up the DVD rental and threw it on my lap.

"The Big Tease." I look at Tom who was trying to hold back every ounce of laughter.  "You've got to be joking."