Prompt: Is that my shirt?
You yawned as you slumped out of bed, grabbing the first thing you passed to cover your naked self from the early morning chill. The cold spot next to you where your boyfriend should be, woke you. Your bare feet padded across the hardwood floor as you walked into the living room. You stopped when you noticed the suitcase by the front door. "Tom?" you called out.
"In here, beautiful." he answered from the kitchen.
You found him all suited filling the kettle whilst on the phone. You smiled to yourself as you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, kissing his shirt covered back. Damn, he looked good in his tight white shirts.
"Hi." you whispered pulling away from him, busying yourself making up a pot of coffee whilst Tom finished his phone call.
His eyes never left your body from the moment you were in his sight. You looked beautiful, then again you always did first thing. Hair still wild from the night before, skin flushed from the warmth of the bed, his shirt the only thing to cover your naked form, drowning you almost. His eyes fell down your bare legs as you reached up for a mug, his shirt riding up and baring your butt cheeks before covering them once again.
He licked his lips as a smirk filled them, before he cleared his throat answering something he'd been asked over the one. "Alright, thank you, goodbye." he hung up his phone, placing it onto the counter as the kettle popped. "Morning, my love." he smiled as he picked the kettle up and brought it over to where you stood. He bent down before pouring it out and placed a soft, loving kiss on your lips. After a couple of minutes he pulled back grinning. "Is that my shirt?" Tom raised his eyebrow as he poured the water, still grinning knowing that it was his shirt you were sporting.
You rolled your eyes finishing the coffee off before pouring it into two mugs. "You know, it is." you smirked turning away from him.
Tom chuckled as he grabbed a hold of your hand and spun your round, pulling you into him. He crashed his lips down against yours in a hard kiss, making you moan against his mouth. You moaned as your hands fist at his shirt, pulling him closer as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. "I wondered where it was." he smirked against your mouth. "I could really do with taking it with me."
You pulled back laughing at him. "Seriously? You've got like a hundred of these white shirts of sex. You're wearing one now." you argued playfully.
Tom raised his eyebrow at you for a second, leaving the sex shirt comment for now before he grabbed a hold of the shirt and began to open the buttons slowly. "Yes. But, this one, has you inside, it and, I much rather, wear that one." he winked at you, making you blush slightly
You bit your lip as you began playing with his shirt, kissing his jaw and neck, working your way towards his ear. "Wouldn't you rather have me wrapped around you?"
"Yes!"
Tom quickly pulled the shirt off your body and threw it somewhere in the kitchen. His mouth was once more on yours in a heated kiss as he bent down and picked you up by the backs of your thighs. He placed you on top of the counter, his mouth staying on yours. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh, making you smirk to yourself.
"We'll have to be quick, sweetheart. My car will be here soon." you nodded as you began undoing his buttons, Tom getting annoyed by how slow it was taking and quickly pulled it open, buttons flying everywhere before he shrugged the shirt off. Your hands moved along his chest and over his arms, pulling him closer so your chest were flushed. Tom made quick work of his trousers and boxers, pushing them down the best he could. "Fuck. So, beautiful." he whispered against your neck as he took his cock into his hand. He rubbed it between your folds a few times, soaking it in your juices before he pushed himself inside, bottoming out. "Fuck. Always, so wet and ready for me."
"Oh, shit! Tom!" you moaned throwing your head back.
He began moving his hips, pushing in and out of you at a fast pace. Tom was always a lover when the two of you were in the moment, always wanting to take his time and make sure you were taken care of promptly but sometimes, he was wild, like an animal and it drove you insane when he was. You're nails dug into his back as he hit your G-spot, over and over. You moaned loudly, chanting his name like a pray.
"YES! Fuck, Tom. Please!"
"That's is, darlin', squeeze my cock." he breathed heavily against your skin. You slid both your hands round until they were holding onto his buttcheeks, pushing him closer to you. Tom placed his hand on your leg, widening them if it was possible and slammed harder into you. "Yes, that's it."
"So, close, baby. Please!" you whimpered as you felt your stomach tighten. That feeling of the pleasure being too much hit you and you came hard, squeezing tightly around Tom making him cum too.
"Fuck!" he collapsed forwards, relying on you to hold him up a little.
*Knocking*
"Fuck!" Tom grunted as he pulled out of you and quickly pulled his trousers and boxers up. "My shirt." he gasped a little as he saw the buttons all over the floor.
You giggled jumping down and picked up the one you had been wearing off the over top and passed it to him. "Here, wear this one." you kissed his cheek as you passed it to him. Tom winked at you as he quickly pulled it on and made his way through to the living room. You heard the door open and Tom greet someone when you heard a ping from behind you. He'd left his phone. "TOM!" you shouted as you grabbed it along with his button-less shirt and quickly put it on to cover yourself. "Hey, baby, you forgot this." you called as he was about to turn round and shout you.
His eyes widened a little seeing your state of dress. "I'll just be a minute, thank you." he quickly shut the door and grabbed you by the shirt, pulling you towards him. "He could have seen you, sweetheart." he chuckled as he held your face in his hands and crashed his lips against yours. "I love you." he whispered, pulling away from you dropping kisses along your neck and collarbone.
You moaned as you slipped your hands into his hair, giving it a gentle tug before pushing him back. "You have to go, remember?"
He rolled his eyes nodding. "Yes, of course, thank you." he gave you a quick kiss before taking his phone and saying his goodbye. You shook your head smiling to yourself as you began walking back towards the kitchen to make a fresh cup of coffee when the door opened again and Tom wrapped his arms around you from behind. "And, I don't have hundreds of white shirts of sex... only the ones I've fucked you in, and this one doesn't count. Love you." he kissed you one last time before finally leaving the apartment and you grinning like an idiot.
