Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 98.

(Fat ass smut warning. 🌶️🌶️🌶️
The pepperonis are to show you how strong the smut is from 1-5)

Tom's pov~

Fuck, was I in love with this girl.

I was in love with the way her hair scattered across the pillow, and I was in love with the way she moaned my name. I was in love with the way her nails scratched up and down my back, leaving trails, and I was in love with the way her back arched beneath my body.

Not even drugs could adequately describe the way she made me feel. No. She was poison. Like a snake sinking its fangs into your veins, spreading its venom within. I was obsessed with her and couldn't get enough. Whether I died or had to endure a lifetime of torment, every kiss and every touch from her made the suffering worthwhile.

"Tom." She moaned as I sucked on her collarbone, gliding my tongue up her neck until her moanes fell silent. Hip thrusting in, and out, filling every inch she gave me and more.

She was perfect in every conceivable way. I would never find the words to let her know, no matter how hard I tried.
"Not yet." I grunted in her mouth as I felt her clench around my length. She was close to coming but if she did, she might as well let me benefit from it.

The bedsheet was already sticky when I pulled my hard dick out, and climbed down instead. She was so hot and wet, wondered how bad she would scream if I were to put an ice cube on her pussy now.
For now, I kept that thought in the back of my mind for the next time and focused on the task at hand.
"What are you doing?" She whispered with a trembling voice, using all her strength to tilt her head up and intertwine her fingers in my damp curls, but not having enough to stop me as I began to lick a long stride up her folds. Keeping her thighs apart with the palms of my head. I might would have needed them to finger her, but that wasn't necessary as I was now able to spread them so wide, I could have ate out every corner of her.
So sweet and delicate, who needed dessert if I could have Y/N.
"Fuck." She yelled. Y/N never yelled when Parker was sleeping downstairs. Today she did. And not only once. I sucked on her clit, smiling as I felt her pulling at my curls at the same time as she pushed my nose in harder, deeper.

Still not having received my permission, she hesitated as long as she could to cum until I had to start using my biceps to really keep her legs apart. I buried my nose, swallowing every drop there was until she was crying bitter sweet tears.
"Let me taste what you got, princess." I mumbled, her hip shaking with anticipation until she came. The next time I was going to eat her out though, I would place her on my face so no drop went to waste like it did just now as her sweet little cum soaked into the bedsheets. I never thought I could be jealous of bedsheets, but here I was. Almost crazy enough that I considered sucking the juice out of the sheets.

I licked the last bits of her thigh and the corner of my mouth before I came up again, grabbing her jaw and kissing her lips for her to taste herself. Gave her a taste of her own poison. Did she see how dangerous she was to me? I doubted it. In her eyes, there was nothing but innocence. Pure sweet innocence.

"Good job, Darling." I praised her, lifting myself to get out of bed. She looked so exhausted, I doubted she'd be able to stand up within the next 5 minutes.

I walked into the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth, and running it under the faucet to warm it up, catching a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. My curls were a mess, sticking to my forehead, and sweat droplets clung to my skin. My body remained tense, and my lips were swollen from all the exertion.
I haven't liked myself the past few months, but seeing what Y/N had done to me- damn, that must have been one of my favorite looks.

I gently dabbed the cloth along her wounded areas, watching her wince beneath my touch. She was definitely going to feel sore tomorrow.
"Does it hurt?" I asked. It shouldn't, but we hadn't seen in each other in a long time and I wasn't going very slow, I admitted.
"No." She shook her head, keeping her eyes squinted shut while I cleaned her up. "Thanks." she whispered afterward, and a gentle smile spread across my lips.
"Of course!" I replied. It felt inherent to me, almost sad that she thanked me for it. I pulled one of my boxer shorts over her legs—seemed more comfortable, in my opinion—before settling back beside her, drawing her close. Her head rested on my chest, and her fingertips traced little hearts over my skin right beneath my collarbone.

It was peaceful, something I yearned for every night when I lay alone in bed, staring listlessly at the ceiling, imagining they were stars I was gazing at, not lonely lamp lights. Imagining it was Y/N in my arms and not cold pillows. Yet, it was the only thing that eventually lulled me to sleep.
"I love how smooth your skin is." It was a tough call whether I should feel flattered or insulted. Was she poking fun at my hairless chest? My mother used to tell me I was just a late bloomer... when I was 16. I guess that excuse wasn't going to fly anymore. Occasionally, I'd pull out the line, "My chest hair is just really blond," but after marriage, that line lost its charm too.

"Oh yeah?" I questioned. She glanced up, a soft smile dancing on her lips.
"Yeah."
"What else do you love about me?" I went all in, smirking as she didn't even think about her next words. She traced her thumb delicately along my lip, as if capturing splinters.
"I love how soft your lips are and your hazel brown eyes," she murmured. Then, she reached for the curls at the nape of my neck, gently massaging the skin. "And I love your long locks and your stubble beard," she said, taking in each little dot around my mouth.

I'd shaved just for her, thinking it would make me look less of a trainwreck, but I believe Y/N would still love me even if I were to be one.
I smiled, couldn't stop staring at her.
"And I love your pretty smile. You should do that more often."
"Smiling?"
"Yes! It's beautiful."
My heart pounded against my chest, yearning to dwell in her soul instead of being trapped in mine.
My gaze softened, and I couldn't suppress the sudden urge to kiss her. I cupped her cheek and crashed my lips onto hers. Melting in the way she fisted my hair to deepen the kiss. Maybe it was just me, but it felt like we were seeking refuge within each other. I didn't know how we managed to get through the first four months being apart, but I knew that after this week, it would only get harder, and I was already afraid.