Assisting Love (Waterloo Road)

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Amelia knew all too well how she was fuming with Max. He had taken her daughter from her and refused to let her see her. She hated him.

Amelia hated the man with a passion. And she wanted nothing more than to make him suffer for all he had done to her. She hated that he was trying to mess with her life.

Tom had done all he could to keep her calm. But it wasn't easy at all with Max. And Tom wanted the man to suffer too. It wasn't easy at all.

Amelia arched her back as Tom kissed down her stomach. She knew how badly she needed him. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about him.

She was completely naked  apart from her bra while he was in his boxers. Tom moved so that his head was in between her thighs.

Amelia felt his warm breath on her and ran her hands through his hair. "Fuck," she moaned as she felt his tongue inside of her.

Tom smirked against her. His mouth gently biting and nibbling at her clit. He knew how to make her want him. He could tell she was close. "Baby," Amelia moaned. She looked to him. "I need you inside of me," she said as they kissed deeply.

Kisses moved to her neck as he reached behind to unhook her bra, removing it moments before his tongue found her nipple.

He took his time, suckling each breast, and while the contact was welcomed, it wasn't where she wanted it.

"Please Tom."

She felt him smirk around her nipple and used his hair to tug his head back.

She'd wanted to see the amused expression she enjoyed rolling her eyes at, but mostly she wanted him to know she'd noticed.

The expression only grew more humored but at least he acquiesced to her plea.

His lips continued down her stomach, lightly feathering kisses in their wake as he removed her underwear.

She moaned as he made contact where she had wanted him to since last night.

He was less gentle when he rammed two fingers inside her, curling them just to feel her squirm.

She came hard and quick, overstimulated from the state she'd been in all day.

Amelia wasted little time. He had her flipped to her stomach before she'd fully come back down from her release, a slightly awkward position that left her arms trapped beneath her and bottom elevated on slightly parted thighs.

Amelia took in the sight as he inched in behind her. Her legs weren't spread enough to slip in between them, something that gave him a better idea anyway.

Knees were placed on the outside of hers and she moaned without freeing her arms as he eased into her.

His first actual thrust pushed her flat to the bed and he tensed his thighs around hers, pressing them tightly together.

"Fuck Tom," Amelia moaned. The position made him feel larger inside her, a feat that wasn't exactly necessary.

Her moans were muffle by the mattress as he thrust into her. The once trapped arms freed and gripping the comforter.