Wanting his love (Waterloo road)

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Olivia knew how she had told Tom that she didn't know if she could keep going on when he was keeping stuff from her. She had no idea what to do about it all.

She knew that all she wanted was to make it work. Knowing she had never had it easy in the past. But she knew having Tom, it made her feel good.

She couldn't help but feel as though she was going to lose the one man who had shown her real love. She knew that she had told him she didn't know if she could be with him if he was being secretive.

But she knew she didn't mean it. She didn't want to give up the good thing they had.

The two of them had been staying together. But it had been awkward for them. Olivia didn't want it to be that way. There was so much sexual tension with them both. But neither had acted on it.

Olivia sat in the kitchen. She sighed as she heard the door opening. She turned to see Tom and sighed. "Hi."

Tom walked over to Olivia 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.

Olivia'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.