Holding her close (Waterloo road)

TwentyFive

Tom walked over to Chloe and kissed her lips gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Their lips met again in yet another deep and passionate kiss.

His lips tweaked higher at the corners when she pushed up to kiss him again.

Chloe's feet shuffled backward with his movements, the embrace interrupted when he took the tumbler from her, setting it down on the bar cart.

Hand's settle on her hips, guiding her backwards again once his lips were locked with hers.

She knew where they were heading, part of her wanting to stop things purely because he seemed so confident about their destination.

Except, she wanted him. Her hands slipped the buttons on his shirt free.

She wanted him more than she'd ever admit to herself. Her purple top fell next.

Slacks cinched at the waist as fingers made quick work of the fasteners, one garment after another littering a trail in their wake.

The outfit she'd spent over twenty minutes looking for that morning, her favorite lacy lilac bra...

The clothing scavenger hunt he was leaving her would only serve as a reminder that she'd picked out the outfit with him in mind.

Her legs hit his bed and she crawled backwards, returning the intensity of his gaze when he followed.

Tom hovered above, breaking eye contact to briefly scan down the length of her body before returning his lips to hers.

A soft moan escaped as his tongue enveloped her nipple and she rolled her eyes at the smile she felt against the flesh of her breast.

Under normal circumstances she'd want the man she was with to know she enjoyed his ministrations, but not Tom—at least not that quickly.

His fingers slipped beneath the matching lilac panties, running the length of her slit, circling her clit, and then slipping inside.

She grumbled internally when a slick finger traced the same path, exposing her excitement to both of them.

"Fuck it," She mumbled, using his hair to pull his lips back to hers.

He paused above her, in typical Tom fashion looking amused with her annoyance. "Fuck it?"

"Tom, shut up and fuck me."

He chuckled on his path to her lips, but didn't linger long. Kisses trailed down her chest then stomach, his fingers tugging the underwear off as his body shifted lower on the bed.

Chloe panted when he lowered his head, her chest rising and falling, temporarily blocking her view when his tongue made contact.

Brown orbs connected with hers on her exhale and she maintain the contact until her chest lifted again, using the break to shift her attention to the ceiling.

He could already hear her labored breaths and involuntary moans, he didn't need to see the desperation in her eyes as well.

The tongue tormenting her clit became more focused, swirling and flicking, those fingers working their way into her, curling toward a spot that made her insides constrict around them.