Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 162.

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Y/N's pov~

A ringing at the door made me giggle. Parker must have forgotten something, and I already felt sorry for his poor grandmother who had to take care of him tonight. But I swung the door open to find Tom standing before me.

A crooked smirk on his lips, a somber look in his eyes, a scar on his nose. His hands holding a yellow envelope, a white t-shirt billowing in the wind.

He was here again. That made two days in a row. A new record streak. I smiled.

"He-" hey. I wanted to say. Wanted to sound casual. But Tom cut me off. He crushed his lips onto mine so hard that his hand had to come around my waist to hold me upright. He kicked the door shut behind him as we stumbled into the house and he wasted no time lifting me up. Both hands on my ass, holding onto the envelope, my arms around his neck, returning his kiss as if he were my oxygen, though he was robbing me of it. But he kissed me, deeply, and the butterflies in my stomach went wild. His tongue gliding across mine, tangling it, swirling our saliva around. He must have realized what wonderful news it was that I was pregnant, and he seemed so happy. Kissing me like it was the only thing he wanted to do.

He carried us up to the bedroom as I grinned into the kiss, tears of joy escaping my eyes. Feeling him in my palms, knowing he was here with me, and I finally had him back. He set me down on our marital bed, putting his paper on the nightstand and unbuttoning my blouse as I kept my hands around his neck.

"I love you," I told him. I squeezed his nape, and he stayed silent. Maybe he hadn't heard me. "I love you, Tommy." I was allowed to say that again, wasn't I? Tom crashed his lips on mine once more, roughly, making me go silent. His hands cupped my bra as he had unbuttoned my blouse, not having asked for consent, but I was just happy to have him back. To touch him and to be kissed by the guy I truly loved. I loved him beyond words could ever describe.

He pushed me back onto the mattress, and my back met the soft sheets. A surge of excitement rippled through my entire body. He hadn't said a word yet as he began to undo my pants, his fingertips frantic as if he couldn't bear it any longer, as if they had to come off now or he would tear the fabric from my legs. But he managed to do it just in time without breaking anything, and he quickly pulled both pieces off my legs until I was bare in bed. My calves brushing the cold sheets, a blous dangling from my shoulders, a bra the only thing covering my chest. He bent up, gazing down at me, at the sight, at my hair splattered across the mattress, at my chest heaving and my body craving for more. And especially, he stared at my belly. At the belly a human being was growing inside. His human being. And he smiled so intensely, I couldn't read his thoughts. Dark circles hiding beneath. Never weak enough to be covered up by anything other than make up. But Tom didn't wear make up. He looked like he hadn't slept in years, but he couldn't care less, whereas this was the moment I should begin to worry. But I couldn't, not in the moment. Not when he was pulling his shirt over his head and threw it aside. Not when his body came into view and heat pooled between my legs.

His abdominal muscles were an art work themselves, intricately sculpted and defined. They adorned his arms, which were rounded and robust, while his entire upper body exuded shape and strength. Tom was undeniably strong, one should have feared him. He didn't resemble a typical bouncer with broad shoulders and pronounced muscles, but it was evident that he trained diligently.

He threw away his belt, zipping down his black jeans, pulling down his boxershorts along. His erection jumping right up, thick, and long. Ready to be touched. Ready to have some action it shouldn't have had in months. Pre-cum already leaking, but Tom fisted his cock anyway and glided his fingers up and down just a few more times. His eyes were closed, his head tipped back to expose the strong, sharp column of his throat. His chest heaving with shallow breaths and his teeth grazing his lower lip. The sight one I haven't seen in too long. So incredibly beautiful. So incredibly mine. Yet as my gaze fell back down to his shaft, I quivered. We hadn't fucked in months. Hell, we hadn't even touched in months. I wasn't sure if I was ready to take his full length all at once again, and he noticed it as he struggled to position himself correctly. By now his dick was prefectly sharp, and perfectly hard. It tickled when Tom tried to line it up my entrance, it tickled even when he touchd my labia and I expected Tom to chuckle, or be careful the first few times, but I was totally wrong. Tom was ruthless, he pushed in without remorse, trying to find the best angle so it wouldn't hurt. Mostly him.
He didn't hold eye contact, not for one second, and he didn't ask for permission; he kept going. He moved his hips in undulating waves, painting circles inside of me, and showing no mercy in how deep he went.