Craving you (Waterloo road)

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Harper pushed Tom inside. She grinned as she began taking his clothes off, stopping him each time he reached for the buttons running up the center of her dress.

When he was down to his boxer briefs she dropped to her knees and pulled him free.

He made a light whimper, biting his lower lip as he watched her place him in her mouth.

Looking up at him, she bobbed her head, taking him deeper. He reached his hand to the back of her head, entangling it in her hair.

Harper released him, licking around his length and then took him back into her mouth, bobbing even deeper. Tom tightened his grip on her hair but left her in control.

"Fuck," He groaned when she took part of him down her throat and held him there for as long as she could before pulling off to gasp for air.

She repeated the maneuver three more times, holding him longer with each pass.

Tom's hips bucked and the grip on her hair tightened, stopping her from continuing longer.

He gently pulled to get her to her feet, pressing his lips firmly to hers as he walked her towards her bed, and spun her so her back pressed against his chest.

Holding her firmly in place with his left arm, he reached his right hand under the skirt of her dress and into her underwear, kissing her neck when she softly moaned.

Tom's arms lifted, reaching to hold onto the back of his head as she twisted to kiss him.

He used his ministrations to gauge her readiness, all while inching her closer to the bed.

Once he was satisfied he pushed her to all fours and leaned close enough to whisper in her ear. "Don't move."

Her heart raced as she waited, glancing over her shoulder when she heard him fumbling with a box.

He quickly slid the condom on and moved behind her. He lifted her dress pulling her underwear down without bothering to remove them, thrusting in harder and faster than she had expected.

"Fuck..." The word was inhaled.

"You ok?" The question had sounded sincere, but he hadn't slowed down.

"Yeah... uh huh." The breathy words were more moaned that spoken drawing a smirk from the man plowing into her.

Tom's pace had leveled out compared to his abrupt entry.

He appeared content with the position, something Harper wouldn't complain about since she was a fan herself.

His fingers slid to the front of her dress, slowly unfastening the buttons. His arm slipped around her waist, continuing to thrust as he pulled her so that her back pressed against his chest allowing him to tug the dress free from her arms and toss it to the floor.

Harper dropped to the bed again, groaning into her pillow when she felt her bra loosen around her ribcage. She wiggled it off, shoving the garment in the general direction of the floor.

More of his body weight pressed against her, an adjustment that only made each thrust feel more intense, as hands slid up her torso. She whimpered when her nipples were tweaked, bucking her hips against him.

He pinched slightly harder and she groaned, grumbling incoherently into the pillow.

Tom's hand gripped her hair, tugging to elevate her head. "What was that?"

"Do it again Clarkson."

He chuckled, dropping his hold on her hair as his hands returned to her nipples. He was careful not to squeeze too hard, using the bouncing of her hips as a blueprint.

When he began circling the puckered peaks, much like he would a clit, her body stilled and her chest lifted for better access. Her moaning increasing in volume until he felt her tighten around him.

Tom lessened the touch as he coaxed her down, giving into his own release when she was close to collapsing on the bed.

Harper looked to him. She smiled. "That was well deserved," she said as she looked to him.

"It was."

Harper cuddled into him and smiled. "We're gonna be okay aren't we?" She asked as she kissed his chest.

"Course we are. We're happy. And that's all that matters," Tom told her with a smile.

Harper looked to him and smiled. Just hoping that he was right. Especially as she didn't want Eleanor to come between them.

***
The two of them went into work. Tom kissed her and walked off as Madison walked over. She smiled. "That looks good. Is everything okay?" She asked.

Harper nodded. She smiled. "Yeah. I think it's good. We're not letting Eleanor come between us. I love Tom and I want us to make it work. Too much happened with us to just give up. I don't want that," she told her.

"Good. You're both too good for that. You are literally the perfect couple. I know he's been through so much. And you have. But you overcame it all."

Harper smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I just hope Eleanor stays away. I have no issues going against her to fight for my family. I don't care either. No one messes with my relationship."

"You go girl."

Harper smiled. She looked to her. "How is it going with Max? Are you both okay?" She asked.

Madison nodded and looked to her. "We're okay. As okay as we can be. I'm doing all I can to make it work for my little girl."

***
Harper was sitting in the staff room. She looked to see Eleanor as she walked in. She looked to her. "I have something to show you," she said.

"What?"

Eleanor took her phone out. She handed it to Harper. She frowned as she saw Tom in bed with Eleanor. She frowned as she felt sick. But was there more to it than she thought?