Ready for the smut smut smut. Hehe -Olivia
I slip Tom's t-shirt over my head and glance in the bathroom mirror. I attempt to hold back my laughter as I see that it's one of the same shirts he wore when we were teenagers. I had only been teasing him about his lack of wardrobe but it was proving to be true.
"Knock, knock." He calls from outside the door. I pull it open and tug down his shirt, aware that it barely covers my bum.
"Hi." I breathe as he comes into view. He is in a pair of pajama pants and a shirt.
"I didn't think to, umm, offer you pants." He swallows.
I snicker and wrap my arms around his neck, looking into his crystal clear eyes that reveal more about him than anything else. He's nervous and his brow is knit as he wraps his arms around me.
I glance in the mirror to see our reflection. His red shirt is at my waist now and my underwear are showing in their full glory.
"Hi." I say again and I watch him relax into me, although his grip around my waist tightens.
"Hi yourself." He grins. I stand on my tippy toes and place a soft kiss on his lips. I can feel him smiling into me.
"Why are you smiling?" I ask, laughing.
"Because I'm happy. Do you know how long it's been since I've been truly blissful like I am right now?"
"I don't know."
"Since the moment I said goodbye to you. All bliss left my life then."
"Oh, Tom." I breathe, and pull his lips to me. I kiss him, my mouth searching for the answers to life amongst his own.
"Lennon." He grumbles. His breathing is ragged and shallow.
"Yes?"
He releases my body and takes my hands into his.
"I think slow would be good."
My mind takes a minute to process this. Slow? How much slower can you go? We've been in love with each other for almost our entire lives.
"Slow." I mumble and kiss him again.
In an instant his arms are around me again and we are fighting each other for control. He is attempting to slow me down and I just want to kiss him until I die. What a sweet death it would be.
He pulls from me and chews on his bottom lip. I run my hands across his face, relishing the feeling of his stubble under my fingertips.
"Come, darling." He takes my hand and leads me to his bed and pulls back the blankets.
I slide into the bed and stare at him. I'm waiting for him to crawl on top of me and kiss me into oblivion. Instead he gets into bed beside me and pulls the blankets around us before switching off the lamp. I feel him shift and suddenly I am being pulled into him. He is laying on his side, spooning me. I can feel a hardness press into my back. I know he wants me too.
His arms wrap around me and he takes my hands and holds them, then nuzzles his face into my hair and breathes.
"I remember this smell." I can feel him smile into my hair. "It was always my favorite scent in the world."
I turn to my other side so that we are facing each other and intertwine my legs through his.
"I can't seem to get close enough to you." He grumbles and presses his body into mine. I know what he means. My heart aches and I just want to feel every inch of his skin against my own.
