Riders on the storm (engl.)

Part 11- tell all the people

I awake in the early morning hours. Hearing Tóm's silent snores, feeling him behind me. And I nearly disappear in his arms and long legs, they are all over me, his nose in my hair. Plus, his erection on my behind. I start to kiss his fingertips and rub my butt against him. He sighs in his sweet sleep and starts to move, while I suck on his thumb.

„Hm...are you trying to seduce me?" Tóm whispers in my ear.

„Me seducing you? Who is poking my behind since who knows when?" I giggle.

„Shall I demonstrate how poking one's behind works?" he grumbles and moves himself over me.

He kisses my neck and rubs his penis on my behind, although he doesn't need any more stimulation, I think. But for me it's very arousing. Hm, his lips trailing along my back and when he pulls my pelvis up, I hold my breath. He takes me slowly from behind and I moan, but this time he's too quick or I'm too tired. After he finished he lays his head on my back and sighs. I do too. 

„Was it enough?" he murmurs while giving me wet kisses on my back.

I hesitate in answering. He withdraws carefully and turns me around.

„Please, tell me." he begs.

Softly he pulls a strand of my hair out of my face. I shake my head and he frowns.

„I'm sorry, sweets. Please stop me next time, I don't like to be the only one who benefits from it."

„I don't need to come every time, it's oh..kay." I moan because he slids his hand between my legs.

He starts to circle around my clit with his oh- so- skilled, long fingers and whispers:

„You will come...every...single...time. I promise."

And he keeps it. 

After we slept a little longer, Emil is waking us. And he's not really vexed over my presence. We have breakfast together and then Lynn and I take Emil with us for sightseeing, while Tóm deals with the formalities of the funeral. In the evening we eat at a restaurant, again, but this time taking María with us. She's nervous, I assume because of all the people around us. And I don't think she appreciates me sleeping with her son, so Tóm and I are keeping aback from each other. But of course Lynn recognizes the longing glances Tóm and I share and she grins. Just arrived at home, Tóm can't hold back his lust anymore, and me too. He grumbles that he warned me about that, but I soothe him. I need him just as much as vice versa. So the days pass by too fast and also the nights, they are filled with passion. Much too soon it's the day of the funeral and I cannot stand not touching Tóm anymore, we're holding hands and it seems as if María is okay with it. She smiles at me and is not calling me a whore, which would be appropriate, cause I let Tóm do me in a closet at the funeral service of his brother! Actually, I made him fuck me, he needed it but tried to suppress it. So, I am his whore! Tóm promised me to make amends later, and he keeps it again, more than this.

We are celebrating my birthday in a posh restaurant and have a lot of fun, even María. Her eyes are glowing, she wears a beautiful dress which I bought for her in the evening and this is the best birthday present I ever had! But dark clouds are coming up with the thought of me having to go back to the USA and that I have to talk to Tóm to figure out where we stand. Are we a short affair or friends with benefits? Or even soulmates?

In the night before our departure I woke up suddenly. I look around and recognize that Tóm is up and he puts his clothes on. He looks at me and frowns.

„Sorry for waking you up, love. But otherwise...would be bad if we wouldn't see us anymore before you're leaving...they need me at the hospital." he explains silently.