Bergamot

This was a One Shot originally posted to Tumblr. Its best appreciated after listening to Hiddleston's titillating reading of E.E.Cumming's poem "May I Feel" . Enjoy!

The sheets were soft cotton, flocked and lofty, smelling of pine and wood fire and aftershave. He lie quietly there, so close and oh! So absolutely real. Lovely eyes, casting long glances at me. His breath quickened, desire darkening his eyes.

         “You are so beautiful”...he whispers, softly.

Trembling and filled with desire, I gaze at his gorgeous length. I feel no guilt.

With his eyes, he pleads for my lips to touch his. Our mouths meet. His lips are pillow-soft, wet, warm as he claims my mouth. His sweet tongue is luscious, as he dips and tastes my hungry mouth. Our saliva mixes, the taste of bergamot and caramel transporting me. Our lips part slowly. He nuzzles my neck slowly, lazily, and inhales deeply, placing a wet kiss below my earlobe.

He looks at me with those gorgeous eyes.

         “May I feel you?” That soft, velvety voice barely audible.

Holding my breath, I nod. Beautiful hands, expressive fingers tenderly cup the swell of my breast, smoothing over the mound of flesh. The heat inflames pink rosebud nipples, pricking desire. A gasp escapes my lips. His lidded eyes dilate wide, his lips parted. His tongue slips out to moisten them.

         “I need you”, he pleads. He nuzzles my neck, lips touching kissing, tongues licking, stroking, lapping.

I breathe deeply, a moan escapes my lips. He always arouses me like this: with looks, tastes, words...always words.

         “My love, how much do you need me?”...I tease, my heart pounding so loudly to hear his answer.

         “A lot.” he states hotly. His blue eyes indigo, pupils blown wide. Breath in rasps, his hand worships my neck, my breasts, my rounded belly. Long languid fingers tease at my waist, the hem of my knickers. His arousal so apparent, pressing hungrily against my dangerously bare thigh.

I am breathless, losing touch with the world but for him, desiring him more than anything ever before. Breathless with arousal, I realize that I want him- need him- now.

         “What time is it?” I hoarsely whisper.

         “10:30” he answers, his lustful gaze returning to me.

         “May I stay?” asks he. Oh yes, I think.

         “Kiss me” I beg.

He claims my mouth with his, his hand moves over the center of my lust, plump and juicy with want. His finger strokes are possessive, claiming my moist arousal as his.

His breathing ragged, he smiles devilishly.

         “I need you so badly”, I moan softly in his ear.

He covers my body with his, worshiping with his hands, his kisses wet, hot and deep. His arousal straining between us, his tongue fills my willing mouth, twirling and tantalizing. Lips swollen, he ends our kiss with a luscious “pop”. I am so ready for him to claim me, so wet and wanting.

         “Now”, says he, demanding.

         “His long muscular body between my legs, nimble fingers sliding scant fabric from his place of quest. Seeking, testing, surging, he thrusts deeply. Curled locks frame the look of bliss on his angelic face, his head thrown back.

         “My love!” I softly moan, filled full, straining to take more. His rhythm is torturous and slow.

Clasping worshiping hands at my crown, his eyes search mine. His lips whisper “I love you”.

I struggle to remain aware as heaven beckons to me. He gently kisses my eyes, my lips. He rolls his hips rhythmically, thrusting deeper with each circle. His pace quickens, is more urgent. My moans are louder, my breathing labored. He pace increases faster and faster, each thrust penetrating deeper until I feel the breadth of his desire deep in my core. Surely I would die from this heavenly intrusion, so blissful it felt.

He tenderly kisses my moaning lips, both our straining bodies slick and wet, soft groans in our throats. I am overstretched, drenched and pushed to ecstasy, his brutal pace stroking all that was sensitive and senseless in me. His face intense, his furrowed brow confesses his imminent release.

         “Now”, he growls into my welcoming mouth, his tongue claiming.

         “Don't stop!” I gasp, but I have come undone as well, heaven crashing around me, in me, filling me, my head throbbing, stars above and in my head.

         “Come...” he gasps, almost soundlessly, as he groans and arches, feeling his need satisfied, finally.

         “Ummm...” I softly moan, or so I thought, through the celestial body before my eyes.

Breath ragged, a sly smile creeps over his face of blissful satisfaction. A sweet, tender tongued kiss.

         “You're divine..” he exhales, in a delighted whisper. I hold his rasping body tight to my own, shaking, floating, falling....

         “Thomas, you are mine....”