Betrayed hearts *Waterloo road*

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Esmè and Tom were somehow trying to make it work. There had been a lot of arguments. But they were trying to move past it. For Abigail's sake.

Esmè hated the tension with them. But it had been getting better. She felt as though she was going to lose Tom. But she hadn't yet. And she was thankful for that.

Esmè and Tom had been for dinner while Abigail had stayed with Mia again. Reluctantly Tom had agreed to let her stay while they went for dinner to talk things over.

The two of them walked into the house. Esmè grabbed Tom and smiled. "Don't worry. I won't break."

Tom smirked as he looked to her. "You won't break. But the bed might," he said as he pressed his lips against Esme.

Their clothes were scattered across the flat by the time she pushed him onto her bed. Crawling on top of him she ran her fingers lightly up his length.

Tom's head was lifted, watching as the wet, pink muscle escaped her lips, coating the appendage.

He exhaled when her eyes met with his, drifting his own to her mouth to watch his length disappear between her lips.

"Turn this way." He grunted pulling her so that he could pleasure her as well.

He could no longer see her hands or mouth or... "fuck," he inhaled the word when her tongue swirled, grazing the sensitive frenulum on the underside of his tip.

Her actions were intensified by his inability to view her, his tongue pressing against her in an effort to distract himself.

She bobbed him deeper as he tongued her, swirling her clit as best he could with her hips bouncing. The angle wasn't the greatest as it was and he needed her still.

Tom gently rolled them so she was beneath him, checking that she could breathe before pumping his hips once.

Esmè moaned around him and he smiled returning his focus to her momentarily abandoned clit. He sucked the sensitive bud between his lips, pumping his hips into her when she groaned.

He felt her throat relax, his own groan escaping when his head slipped within the confines, the vibrations of which caused her hips to jerk.

He doubled down on his efforts, needing her to finish before the moaning and groaning around his shaft effected him more than he wanted.

If her fingers began with the exploration she'd hinted at knowledge of the night before, he was done for.

Hands gripped the back of his thighs as she stiffened, her body arching into him in her hips attempt to pull away.

He followed, rotating his lips around her clit as he drew it between his lips once more. She shuttered beneath him, her groan stifled by the involuntary curling of his hips.

"Fuck," he hissed, pulling out of her, "are you ok?"

Esmè smiled, lifting up to her elbows. "Better than ok."

He smirked as he opened the condom, rolling it on. His body hovered above hers moments later, his breath grazing the plump flesh of her bottom lip, latching on when she pushed up to connect them.