Lion and Lace [Tom Hiddleston]

Episode 23

I open the door and Tom slides my coat off my shoulders, hanging his jacket next to it. Not wanting to wait any longer, I forego the lights and take him straight to the bedroom, reaching under my arm to unzip my dress.

"Bec, wait."

Frozen mid-action I look at him and brace for some sort of shock. "Sorry. I thought-"

"Let me, darling. Please?"

I nod my head and he sits me down on the edge of the bed, taking one foot in his huge hand. He rubs my ankle with one hand while the other unfastens and slips my shoe off my foot, and then rubs hard on the sole with his thumb until I groan. He repeats the action on the other foot, rubbing gently over the tender skin and then up my leg under my dress.

Toeing off his shoes, he sits next to me on the bed and strokes my bare shoulder with light fingertips and peppers the skin with kisses. His long fingers massage my scalp as he removes the pins from my hair and lets it fall over my shoulders, combing it down with his fingers and pulling it to one side to kiss the back of my neck.

My insides have burned up and I don't know if I'll spontaneously combust or melt into a puddle; and I'm still fully dressed.

"Rebecca," he whispers in my ear and nibbles my earlobe. "I missed you so god damn much."

"I missed you too," I sigh.

He covers my neck and shoulders in kisses while unzipping my dress and slipping the shoulder off, revealing the ivory lace that covers the top of my breasts. His mouth leaves a trail of moisture down my neck while his hands move to my front around my waist and up to my breasts, kneading and swishing the fabric against them.

Tom starts sliding my dress down over my breasts and I reach around to pull him into a kiss, his long neck easily bending around mine. I can feel his hands roam over the lace beneath my dress as he pushes it down to my hips and when he breaks away his fingers are dragging over the stiff bones of my corset. He pulls back with a puzzled expression.

"Do you always wear such sexy lingerie to weddings? Fuck, I'd never have kept my hands off you if I'd known you were hiding that under your dress."

The truth is, I was worried about that stupid paunch showing through my dress, the choice of a corset in ivory lace was just an added bonus. I've always hated strapless bras, anyway.

"You know what they say, every woman feels better in sexy lingerie."

"You couldn't possibly feel any better to me than you do naked. But damn."

With his hands he pulls me up and my dress pools at my feet so I can step out of it. Tom's long fingers run up and down my sides while he kisses my chest and clavicle, moving up to my neck. My head falls back and I moan as his hand rubs my thigh and he lifts me back onto the bed, placing me with care in the middle. He allows me to unbutton his shirt and slip it off but stops me at his pants and shakes his head.

As he moves down my body I can feel his wet lips and warm tongue through the lace and I shiver under his light touch. He moves down to my knees and spatters kisses over my legs, letting one hand slowly trail up to my panty line. My eyes fall closed as he traces the line around each leg and between my thighs, parting my legs as he does.

"Open your beautiful eyes, Bec."

I look up at him, sitting on his heels between my legs. The way he looks at me with his dark hooded blue eyes, his dishevelled hair and naked torso, and only now I notice the tan he has developed while being away... there's an inferno burning inside me, and I need him on me and in me.

"Say something if you want me to stop, ok? I'll go slow."

Please don't, my body says. Just take me, against my will if you have to. Take me until I cannot take any more.