Happily ever after ? (A Tom Hiddleston fanfic)

Taken to cloud 9

*Lexie*
Tom gently puts me down on the bed, taking the clothes from me. He takes a deep breath looking at me. "Sure about this darling ? We don't have to".

"More than sure". I nod, already feeling breathless when he stands up, dropping his towel and then the wet boxers. Then he reach out, gently pulling away my towel.

"Can I ?" His fingers gracing the strap of my bra and I nod again, sitting up. His hands sliding around me to unclasp my bra and gently remove it. I let myself fall down on the bed.

His fingers slide down under the waistband of my panties, his eyes asking permission and mine answering. He slowly slide them of, throwing them aside. His eyes roaming over me. "You are so damn sexy baby." His words makes me pant slightly and I make that little sound that he seems to love so much.

He climb up on the bed beside me and I just want him to touch me so badly. My whole body burning with desire. My hands holding onto the sheets, because I know that his touch will make me lose control. His warm hands starts caressing my arms, then the sides of my body, his thumbs touching my hard nipples when he slid his hands further down. I gasp trying to stop myself from arching into his hands.

He presses his lips to my neck right where my pulse is furiously beating. His strong hands slide over my stomach and closer to my slick folds. I suck in my next breath, anticipating his touch. While his tongue caresses my neck, he moves over me, his legs, sliding in between mine and then spreading my legs further.

His hand slides further down and I sigh with pleasure. I feel the tension inside me, feeling his finger so close to my wet core, I am needing his touch so much, but he just keep teasing me and caresses just above were I long to feel his fingers. In little circles he get closer and closer to my wet folds, without really touching me there. I bite my lower lip as I feel another wave of wetness between my thighs. My legs opens further involuntarily and I arch my back to feel him closer and to urge his finger deeper, inviting him to touch the wetness he has caused.

„Oh please...". I whisper, my hands coming up to grip around his neck. He is still caressing me, teasing me, pushing me further without really touching me where I needed to feel him.

„Mmmmm Baby, you are so sweet... so beautiful." His words makes me bite my lower lip as his fingertips caresses the inside of my thighs, slowly moving closer to the wet folds that waits for his touch.

I gasp his name and then, finally, he slides one of his long fingers down to part my folds. I cry out in pleasure and relief. I want so badly to move and push my hips against his finger to get a bit more pressure. But I am staying still, my eyes closed, just feeling.

"Fuck baby you are so wet... so hot!" His voice dropping to a deeper timbre and seems to run like sweet honey over me. I whimper again as I hear his words that arouses me almost as much as his touch does.

He lower his head, letting his tongue run over me, making me moan as I hear his deep, satisfied growl. "So sweet." He murmurs.

He slowly pushes two of his fingers inside me. I cry out, lust running through me like fire. I feel my body shiver, while he takes me slowly and deeply with his fingers, his tongue brushing over my clit with just enough pressure to push me closer and closer to my orgasm.

I cry out his name and when I hear his moan, deep and dark, I nearly cum, damn what that voice is doing to me.

"Please... please!" I beg and I see how he shortly looks up at me and bites his lower lip, quickening the pace of his fingers moving inside me.

I feel a new wave of wetness between my thighs, but I am so far away from everything only caring about his touch. I hear him moan, a sound telling me that he is just as aroused as I am.

"Come for me." He murmurs and I feel my eyes close and my body tensing up when the first waves of my orgasm rushes through me.

"Open your eyes baby". He say softly, and I open them again, drowning in his gaze and what I see there, shakes my core. I see his hunger and desire but there is also his love for me. The pleasure he takes out of watching me and what he can do to me.
Deeper feelings than I could ever imagine.

Again I cry out his name, not able to restrain myself any longer when my orgasm explodes deep inside me.

„Fuck!" He gasp sounding almost tortured and presses his lips to mine, drinking my cries from them and prolonging my orgasm. God, it is almost like dying but in a good way. My body aching, shivering, pushing against his fingers as I am no longer able to hold still. My hips reply to every thrust of his fingers, my body still begging for more. And he don't stop. He pushes me further, prolonging my orgasm, till there is nothing but pleasure.

When my body is too exhausted to cum, he slowly withdraw, caressing me ever so gently. I literally sob, completely wrapped up in the emotions and feelings my body just experienced. I feel his strong arms holding me, hear his whisper in my ear, feel his lips on mine.

"Sh... I got you." With gentle hands he closes my legs, laying down beside me and pulling me into his arms, holding me until I relax. I bury my head in his neck, breathing in his scent and just bathe in the afterglow of what just happened. I feel his hard on pressing against me, but I am too tired to move. And all he does is holding me, caressing me, assuring me.

"Are you okay, darling ?" He ask me and all I can do is nod. Little spasms still running through me. Damn that had been much more than I ever expected.