Finding Contentment

Part 4

Warning; Mature Content

Regan

I wake up with his hard body flush against my back. I feel his fully hard erection against my ass cheek. I move slightly and his arm tightens around my waist. I lay still for a couple of minutes, enjoying being in his arms. Until the call of nature becomes to much to wait any longer. I try and slip his arm off me when I hear him growl. "Going somewhere?" I smile to myself and push my bum hard against his length, I hear him hiss in my ear as his hand cups my t-shirt covered breast. "I have to use the bathroom, Tom, now off." I say as I smack his hand off my breast lightly. He sighs and whispers in my ear. "You'll be back quickly won't you , love?" He eases his grip around my waist and let's me loose. "Yes, I will be right back, I promise." I finally escape the bed and half run to the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

After using the bathroom I go to the sink to wash my hands, my mind can't help but wander. What am I doing? I mean, Tom's married. I have no right to be here with him. The problem is, part of me doesn't care as much as I should. He needs comfort, but am I really the one that should be giving it to him? Of course not, but how do I stop now? He is in everyone of my thoughts almost like an obsession. I feel like I'm supposed to 'fix him' in a way. It's not like his wife is doing a very good job at helping him through this. I dry my hands on the hand towel next to the sink and open the bathroom door. As soon as I take a step outside the bathroom, Tom grabs me around the waist and picks me up allowing my legs to swing around in front of me. "Tom, Put me down you neanderthal." He laughs loudly and throws me on the bed, then quickly crawls up my body and starts to nibble on my neck. I throw my head back so he can have better access. My legs wrap around his torso, Tom runs his hand down my leg making his way to my bum. His large hand squeezes my ass making me moan against his lips. In one quick sweep he removes my dark red thong, then removes my like colored bra. My body is still wrapped around his half naked body. He removes his lips from mine and replaces them on my breasts. He takes one of my nipples fully into his mouth and sucks hard. I buck my hips upwards to make contact with his crotch. He moans in an almost animalistic way, then makes quick work of removing his boxers. "Fuck, darling, I need to take you now!" He starts to move to my opening. "Tom, do you have a condom?" He leans down and bites my bottom lip then sighs. "Yeah, I think I have one in my bag." He slides off me and walks across the room. Giving me the perfect opportunity to check out his amazing body. His abs glistening with sweat, his strong thighs are taunt as he bends over to reach in his overnight bag. Once he retrieves the said condom, he quickly opens the packaging and slides it over his long length.

He makes his way back to me, he leans over me, letting his strong arms hold up his weight as he begins to kiss me again. He then rolls me over to my stomach and tells me to get on my hands and knees. I quickly do as I'm told, before I can even get situated he is slamming himself inside me. I let out an almost feral scream. "God, Tom, You feel so good!" He doesn't give me any time to adjust to his size before he starts pulling out and thrusting back in with force, constantly hitting my g-spot over and over again. "Tom, right there, please don't stop. I'm going to cum." He increases his speed until I'm withering and shaking with pleasure. "Ooo baby, I'm right there with you." He let's out a hiss as he reaches his end. As we try to calm down, he lays his sweaty naked body over my torso until our breathing returns to normal. He then rolls off me onto his back, I turn over also and lay my head on his chest. When I hear a sob catch in his throat.

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Bre

As my eyes open, I instantly feel the pressure of an intense headache, a product of my heavy drinking from the night before. I pull the covers over my head as the bright sun starts to peek though my window. Then all of sudden I hear a loud thumping noise, at first I could had sworn it was coming from my own head, but instead it was someone pounding on my front door. I peel the covers off of me and lift my heavy head off the pillow, a sudden feeling of nausea takes me. I could just lay here and maybe whoever is at the door will think no one's home, but I quickly realize the caller is not going away, and I really need that thumping to end. I make my way out of bed and to the door and open it rather hastily.

"Well, Good morning, sunshine!" I roll my eyes at the intruder, the one and only Benedict Cumberbatch. "What do you want?" He smiles sweetly at me. "Damn love, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the sack, didn't they?" I push the door open so he could enter and he follows me into the kitchen. As I start to make a pot of coffee, he stops me. "Oh no, dear, You don't have time for that. You need to get that drunk ass into the shower." I give him a strange look. "Ah yes, Darling, Miranda told me all about your drunken shenanigans last night." So now, off to the shower Bre, We have a counseling appointment to make!"