Abusing her love *T. Clarkson*

X Fifteen X

Tom watched as Ava got down on her knees. She pulled his trousers down. 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.

Ava 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.

"Beautiful." 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.

Ava'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. "Babe. Thank god you remembered that," she said.

Tom lifted her shirt pulling her underwear down without bothering to remove them, thrusting in harder and faster than she had expected.

"Fuck..." The word was inhaled.

"You okay?" 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 Anna 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.

Ava 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.

Ava moaned as Tom pulled out of her. He looked to her and smiled. "So. How was that?" He asked.

Ava grinned and looked to him. She smiled. "It was good. Better than good. Always amazing with you," she said as she cuddled into him.

Tom held her close and smiled. "We're gonna make things work. I know we are. I love you."

"Love you too."

Tom kissed her lips and smiled to her. "You sure you're okay?"

"Of course I am."

Tom knew all that he and Ava had been through. But he was thankful that they were making it work. Knowing he loved her and wanted to make it all work out.

***
Ava went into school. She saw Leigh who looked annoyed. she walked over to her. "Wow what happened?" She asked.

"Max bloody idiot Tyler. He doesn't seem to understand that I'm not someone he can fuck around with and then expect me to stand and cook him meals. I'm not that woman. And if that's the woman he wants, he can piss off," Leigh said.

Ava smirked and nodded. "You tell him girl. Don't let him treat you like that. You deserve so much better. Apart from that, are you okay?" She asked.

Leigh shrugged. "I'm okay. Just tired. Can't sleep of a night time. Which sucks. But other than that, I'm okay," she said with a smile. "How's it going with Tom?"

"It's brilliant. He's really trying to make it work bless him. I can't believe we've actually overcome everything that's happened. I'm so happy," Ava told her.

"Good. Keep that smile on your face."

***
Leigh sat in her classroom and sighed. She knew how she was thinking about the pregnancy test in her bag. And how she had been putting off taking it.

But with all that she and Tom had been through, all they had overcome, could they handle a baby?