You just want to kneel between his legs, and tease him until he wraps his fingers in your hair, and forces you to take him as far as possible. You love to take him in your mouth, and you know that makes him growl. You want him to move your head up and down...to hear him hiss out your name as you take him all the way in... swirling your tongue around his rock hard cock... letting him fuck your mouth till he cums hard... and then licking your lips and wink as you swallow... And then he'd hoist you up and lay you out.... spread your legs and dive in.... biting your stomach as he moved down. Alternating between bites and hot kisses ... trailing his way down, a sexy smirk on his lips, until finally he makes his way to the crease where your leg meets your hip. He sucks hard on the flesh there, leaving a large bruise.
"Yes" you hiss out, feeling his stubble rub on your hip bone, trying to maneuver to get him to go where you NEED his touch, his tongue. He laughs, the sound vibrating through your body. Instead of giving you any relief, he switches to the other thigh, kissing and biting, marking you as his own but not giving into your needs. Teasing you as you teased him. You moan, frustrated and horribly aroused. "Tom" you growl out pleadingly, "Please, don't tease..." He looks up at you, a teasing twinkle in his eyes. He winks rakishly as he begins leaving soft kisses across your stomach, his tongue leaving a teasing trail as he goes. "But darling, it's so much fun to watch you squirm." His hands slide up your legs, his fingertips just barely grazing your folds. Gently he nuzzles between your legs, his breath hot against your clit. The feeling of his fingers almost sends you over the edge. You know exactly what those long fingers are capable of. You squirm, gritting your teeth at the sound of his chuckle, his enjoyment of your tortured expression. He takes a deep breath, his tongue slipping out to lick the length of your folds, one slow, long lick. Your hips rise off the bed, trying to get more contact. You need to feel him, all of him. "Tom, please." You whimper, clutching at his curls.
He smirks, but he relents. At last that tongue slips between your folds. You gasp and squeal, and you feel him let out a breathy laugh against your skin. As he continues lapping at your moisture, one lone finger slowly glides inside, curling and hitting that one spot that drives you mad. His tongue slides up to your clit, the bundle of nerves throbbing against him, as he slowly adds another finger. He curls his fingers, and you can't help but to arch your back up off the bed. You cry out to any deity that will listen, swear words mingling with your cries to the heavens. He moans as he continues, your cries urging him on. His fingers move faster, as if he's desperate to draw more of your release. Your fingers tangle deeper into his curls and you shriek out his name. He sucks that tight bundle of nerves into his mouth, drawing on it as his fingers pump faster. Your hips buck towards his face, but it doesn't break his pace. You know you're going to lose this battle rather quickly.
Your legs fall wide as you begin shaking, the only warning of the impending climax. You suddenly scream out as you cum, his tongue lapping up every last drop of your release. His fingers continue sliding in and out as you ride out your orgasm. Your entire body shakes and your breath huffs out in short pants. He looks up, mischief sparkling in his eyes. As you both shakily sit up, you notice he's already hard again. He looks down at his erection, then looks up and locks onto your gaze and gives you those puppy dog eyes. "Sorry, luv," he murmurs rather embarrassed, "I couldn't really help it." You smile, wrapping your hand around the base of his erection. Gently you stroke him. "No reason to apologize." You lean forward to kiss him, as you continue to stroke him, feeling him hot and hard in your hand.
You both moan as your lips meet. Your hunger grows as you taste yourself on his lips. He pulls you to hover over his body, wrapping you tightly in his arms. He pulls back and smiles lovingly at you. "Oh, darling, what you do to me." he murmurs. You shower his face in kisses. Kissing his nose, his cheeks, his chin as you slowly guide him into you. You gasp as he enters you, stretching tightly around him. He groans, burying his face in your neck. "God, you're so wet" he groans. You can only moan into his neck, his size stretching you till you feel like he could split you in two. You simply hold each other for a moment, reveling in the sensations. Then he slowly begins thrusting, his hands on your hips, moving them gently. You let him set the pace, his hands guiding you. With him buried deep inside of you, you can barely manage a coherent thought. Every nerve ending is on fire, pleasure pooling low in your groin. You lick a path from his neck to his earlobe, gently biting along the way. The soft bites urge him on, causing him to thrust more. You throw your head back, giving him a full view of your body moving over him. His hands roam up to take hold of your breasts, pinching your nipples in time with each thrust.
He leans down to take a nipple into his mouth, his fingers still pinching the other. The jolts of pleasure rushing through your body causing your hips to pick up the pace, urging you towards your release. One finger slides down to start teasing your wet slick clit. You cry out, starting to cum hard. As you clench around him, he growls out a lone "YES" and thrusts up hard. Your walls squeeze him tightly, milking him as his thrusts become erratic. "That's it, love." He growls, his fingers gripping your hips again. You continue chanting his name, riding him harder. You begin calling out to him "Tom, cum with me, cum with me!" and he does, slamming into you and growling your name roughly with each thrust, each jet of his cum. Your nails claw down his back as you both ride out your orgasms. You kiss his neck as you feel him throbbing inside of you. Gently he takes your head in his hands, so you face him, taking your lips with his own.
He returns the kiss gently. He runs his fingers through your hair, and a soft moan rumbles from his throat. He gives you that look, that look that makes you believe in yourself, even for just a moment; that look that tells you that you are the only one for him. "I love you." You whisper against his lips. He gently lays you down, curling against your side. "I love you too, darling." He wraps one long arm around you, holding you close. He begins whispering the words to your favorite poem softly in your ear. The sound of his voice soothes you, lulling you into a relaxed state. You feel him trailing his fingers up and down your back. You nuzzle his neck, enjoying the simple intimacy of this moment. You stare into his eyes, knowing that this is the most perfect moment in your life. That there is nowhere else you'd rather be. You reach up, gently cradling his cheek, feeling the muscles in his jaw work as he speaks softly.
As he finishes, he starts to nibble on your fingertips softly. You smile at this teasing. He licks one fingertip, taking it into his mouth and sucking. You groan, the sensations jittering straight down to cause a pool of wetness to form between your legs. "You drive me wild, Tom." You can't help but groan. This man could just breathe and he'd set your body aflame.
