Passionate embrace

🎸Part 13 🎸

"I'm glad you didn't go with that guy to his house," muttered Tom. His fingers stroked my waist. Slowly down and up again. Goosebumps ran down my skin. So I definitely won't get my breath back. But, perhaps, in such moments, breathing is overestimated.

-"Me too,"- I whispered, slowly stroking his neck.-"You came here instead,"- he continued. -" to me."- After glaring at his beautiful lips, I only managed to nod.

-"I'm thinking of you too,"- he finally said, and his cheeks turned pink. How familiar I already became this shade. My heart did a crazy somersault. He leaned down to my lips again. Before they merged, he muttered.

-"Constantly.."

This time we didn't stop to take a breath. Tom grabbed my head and kissed me, harder, hotter and deeper than before. And then he pressed against me, so abruptly and unexpectedly that I slammed my back into the door.

"I'm sorry," he gasped."Nothing." I breathed. "I even think it's sexy."

Despite the mischievous look, he had a boyish smirk on his face. I grabbed him by the collar of his sweatshirt and pulled him back towards me. Tom groaned as our tongues met. His hand slid down my body and tightened around my buttocks. Hesitantly at first, then a little harder, until I gasped.

Emboldened, he braced his hips against mine. I could clearly feel how excited he was. As a result, my whole body was on fire. The need to touch him became irresistible. I slipped my palms under his T-shirt and sighed as I reached the warm skin.

She traced the muscles on his back, moving up to his shoulders, and left her hands there. Tom extended a trail of kisses along my jaw line to my neck. He pressed his lips to my pulse exactly at the moment when he slid his palms under my dress.

He grabbed my hips from behind, not daring to rise higher.

"Damn, Mia, I want you." His words left me speechless. It's Tom. The one who had just pinned me against the wall and was breathing hotly into my ear.

His chest heaved up and down. I lifted his chin with my finger so that he looked at me. Hesitation shone in his eyes, as if he did not know what the next step should be after his words. I myself had no idea.

My hands were trembling, from passion or from excitement, I did not know. I just hoped he wouldn't notice when I intertwined our fingers. Kissing him, I simultaneously pushed Tom back.

We tripped on the chair in front of the desk, I hit my shin on the leg of the bed, but none of that matters. The option of stopping kissing him and instead following where we were going was out of the question.

"I'll need help with the lightning," I whispered in a shaky voice. Pupils and Tom's dilated, lips reddened. I could hardly bring myself to turn my back on him. He pushed my hair to the side.

I felt his fingers tremble as much as mine. Then Tom unbuttoned the top clasp of the dress. It took him a few tries, but finally I heard him breathe a sigh of relief. Shortly thereafter, one of his hands was placed on my back to hold the dress while he slowly unzipped the other.

When he reached the end, Tom froze. Then hesitantly touched the base of my spine and stroked his fingers gently upwards. Even that light touch made me dizzy with desire. Tom gently parted the edges of the dress while I held it against my chest to keep it from slipping off. He sucked in a sharp breath...

Maybe because I didn't have a bra on. Or because of the tattoos on my back, which he now saw for the first time. First, Tom stroked the tattoos with his finger.

"They suit you," he muttered, and the next moment I felt first his hand on my bare waist, and then his lips on my back. He left kisses on each of my tattoos, moved his lips over my skin.

His palms under the cloth moved forward until they reached my ribs. I slowly lowered my head back onto his shoulder as he sucked on my neck, very gently at first, then harder. The tension inside me became unbearable. I let go of the dress and it slid down to my waist.

Tom's breath scorched my neck as he slid the fabric down even further over my thighs until it fell to the floor. Stepping over the dress, I pushed it away with my foot. Then, with a pounding heart, she turned back to Tom. His blazing gaze was fixed on my face as his palms moved up my sides until his thumbs touched the bottom of my chest.

I was so confused when I came here, so lost and vulnerable. But Tom made me feel safe around him. In impatience with the desire to touch him too, I moved my hands under his T-shirt. I wanted to take it off him, finally feel his skin on my own, but Tom was not behaving the way I imagined. 

"Tom," I breathed out with difficulty. He was busy covering my collarbone with kisses."Mm?" I tugged at his shirt.- "Take it off!"

"Oh. Oops," he muttered. And the smile he gave me at the same time looked so sweet. I shook my head and tugged at my shirt again.

"Take it off," I repeated.His smirk became insolent. Leaving the T-shirt alone, I instead ran a hand through his hair. Tom pushed me lightly towards the bed. He grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt with both hands and pulled it over his head in one motion. I raised myself on my elbows.

Damn it. Tom's body looked as fantastic as I imagined. Tom's eyes were blazing and intense, and before I could answer, he sat down on the bed next to me and pressed his body against the mattress.

His skin burned against mine and he touched my chest. I ran my hands into his dreadlocks.

- "Come here .." - I barely uttered. He drove me crazy. Tom growled into my skin: *not yet*. He seemed to take pleasure in torturing me. His palms rested on my chest as he left a trail of kisses on every cell of my stomach and ran his tongue over it.

When he got to the waist, he hesitated for a second, then moved further on the bed and first took off my shoes, and then - unbearably slowly - pulled the pantyhose off my legs.

I stared up at the ceiling, breathless, as Tom pressed his lips against my inner thighs as he rose higher, and stifled a groan as he began kissing the most sensitive spots.

He studied my body with such tenderness and trepidation that it ached in my chest. I felt that all this was not only for me. But also for him. He liked to touch me.

I stroked his shoulders, slid my hands down his arms and pulled him to me. Then she wrapped her legs around his hips and rolled onto him. Through the fabric of jeans, I felt how hard he was, and pressed my pelvis against him. 

She paused for a moment to see how he would react. Tom wrapped his arms around my hips and tugged me again. He threw his head back, closed his eyes, and made these low sounds that made my head spin.

He gently ran one hand through my hair. His fingers on my head trembled as I unbuttoned my jeans. I looked at him.

"Help me, Tom," I whispered.He lifted his hips and I pulled down his pants along with his boxers. Now he was lying naked in front of me, and for a couple of seconds I could only look at him. How handsome is he..

Tom sat up abruptly. Before I knew what was happening, his arm was under mine and he pulled me towards him so I sat on him, spreading my legs. He kissed me impulsively, almost desperately.

I put one hand on the back of his head and the other on his shoulder. Tom dug his fingers into my buttocks and pulled me to him. I rocked my hips, rubbing against his hardness, enjoying the deep sounds he made.

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it's not the end yet cuz i have not so much time to write( i am going on vacation) so i think tomorrow i will post. Hope you liked this part, please don't forget to vote. Love you all ❤❤💋    And sorry for mistakes