Tom Hiddleston Imagines

Road Trip (part 2)

A/N Sorry for the delay! I've been having some serious writer's block. But I finished the second part! hope you enjoy!

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It's almost dark when Tom pulls the car into the parking lot of a small log building. He strategically parks so that you can't see the sign on the front, still trying to keep it a secret. He puts the car in park then turns to you. "Wait here. I'll be right back." He gives you a quick peck on your cheek before exiting the car. He enters the building and returns a few minutes later tossing a set of two keys up in the air and catching them again.

He climbs into the car without a word and drives it onto a narrow dirt road on the side of the parking lot. Trees surround you on both sides, the headlights casting odd shadows in the semi-darkness. He pulls up to a small log cottage and turns off the car. He smiles widely at you. "Like it? We're spending the weekend here!"

He quickly gets out of the car and walks to over to your side, opening the door and offering you his hand. You take it, laughing at his childish enthusiasm. As soon as you're out, he moves to the rear of the car and pulls out your bags. Carrying his in one hand and yours in the other, he practically skips to the cottage door. You follow after him, giggling and reaching into his pocket for the keys when he stops at the door.

The inside is decorated with landscape paintings on the walls and small wood carvings on tables and shelves. Tom leads the way down a short hall to the bedroom where he drops the bags and turns to face you. "What do you think?" He asks eagerly. "It's amazing, Tom. I love it!" You lean forward and plant a kiss on his soft lips. His arms wrap around your waist as he deepens the kiss. A minute later he pulls back, still holding your waist tightly. "Now, there's another surprise, but we have to leave soon if we're going to make it."

"Where are we going?"

"You should know better than to ask. You know I'm not telling you." He takes your hand and pulls you out of the bedroom. "Now come on! Let's go!

He drives you back down the dirt road, past the little office, and onto the deserted street. In ten minutes you arrive at nice looking restaurant. "Here we are!" Tom gets out and helps you out of the car. You hook your arm over his and allow him to lead you inside.

"Mr. Hiddleston, your table is ready for you." The perky waitress leads you to a booth in the far corner of the dining room, away from all the other guests. You sit down and he sits next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"May I start you off with something to drink?"

"We'll have a bottle of your best wine and the chef's choice to eat." Tom says, grinning at the waitress. She nods and walks away. Tom leans toward you and kisses your cheek. "I love you." He whispers. Before you can reply, he presses his lips to yours, slipping a hand under your skirt as he does so.

You gasp and pull back. "What if someone sees?"

"No one will see. That's why I chose this table." He smiles and returns to your lips, his long fingers now slowly dipping in and out of your wet sex. He broke the kiss just in time for the waitress, who had returned with a wine bottle and two glasses, not to see, but he kept up the slow rhythm with his fingers under the concealment of the white table cloth.

"Ah, thank you very much." He said as the waitress poured you each a glass. She sets your glass in front of you and you smile at her, not wanting to speak for fear of a moan escaping your throat instead of words. As she walks away you lean your head on Tom's shoulder, murmuring his name as quietly as you can, considering the circumstance.

Tom chuckles and picks up his wine glass. "To us." He says. You raise yours as well and clink it against his. "To us." You reply and you both take a sip.

The evening was nice. Filled with kisses, and teasing, and good food. The whole time Tom kept fingering you, stopping when you got close to release and starting up again once you settle down. At first you kept asking him to stop, worried that someone would pass by and see, but by halfway through the meal you were begging him to let you come. He never did. "Don't worry, you'll get plenty of that tonight." He said with a grin.

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Back at the cottage, Tom carries you into the bedroom and doesn't waste a second getting your clothes off of you. Once your clothes are off, you return the favour, quickly stripping him of his jeans wonderfully see-through blue T-shirt. He pins you down on the bed, straddling your legs and holding your hands above your head with one of his. He kisses you, playing with your breast as he does so. He kisses down your neck to your breast, drawing a long moan from deep in your throat.

He sucks and bites one nipple then the other, then, without warning, he enters you. "Toooomm..." You moan. He reaches a hand down and starts rubbing your clit. Your hips buck and you let out a longer moan. You're getting close.

"Don't... you dare come... until I say so..." He's panting, close to his release too. His thrusts get faster and more desperate.

"Toooommmm!"

"Wait." He demands. You groan. "Now." He says. "Come for me."

You both come at the same time, yelling each other's names.

You lie together panting for a while before you speak "we should go on vacation more often." He chuckles and kisses you on the cheek. "I'm glad you're enjoying it." He says "And just think, tomorrow we have all day long." He kisses your lips, a gentle, loving kiss. He lies on he back and wraps his arms around you. You rest you head on his chest and fall asleep.