A few days after the babies came home, Tom received his filming schedule. The original plan had fallen through, because the babies were in the NICU. So Tom hadn't done any work on the Loki project. Which meant he'd be gone for five months.
"I have to be on set on the fourth of March." Tom said, looking at his e-mail. "Last day of filming is August seventh."
"Nothing we didn't expect." I said. I stretched out on the bed.
"I'll get some breaks, so I'll be able to come home for short visits." He put his phone down and turned onto his stomach, flopping an arm over me. "My mum said she'll help out as much as you need."
"Holly said he'll help out, too." I ran my fingers through his hair. "We've got time."
"We do." He looked at me. "If it weren't a closed set, I'd bring the three of you with me. There will be days when you'll be allowed to come, and bring them."
"I don't want to drag the twins around the world yet. I can make do with the times you can come home to visit." I scooted down and cuddled up to him. "Right now, all I'm thinking about is how we haven't had sex since the night I went into labor, and I'm craving you something fierce."
I didn't expect him to react the way he did. In the blink of an eye, I was hanging off the side of the bed. He'd pulled my shorts off and his teeth were nipping at my thighs. He teased my clit for the briefest of moments, then stood and looked down at me. He dropped his lounge pants to the floor and stood between my legs, naked and fully aroused. I arched my hips, begging him.
He wasted no time, and he slammed into me with a powerful thrust. I cried out in a mixture of shock, pain, and anticipation. I was still dry when he went in, so I knew this would hurt. I didn't care.
"Just fuck me hard and fast." I said. "Please." I didn't care if I had an orgasm or not, I just wanted sex. He gripped my waist and obliged to my request.
It hurt, and tears stung at my eyes, but damn it felt good. It didn't take long for my body to start responding, and soon, the pain dispersed, leaving pleasure in its wake.
He reached his climax quickly, spilling himself over my stomach. I tugged out of my tank top and wiped myself off as Tom collapsed next to me, spent. I crawled back up to my spot, and he looked up at me, then grabbed my ankle and pulled me back down.
"Where do you think you're going?" He growled. I smiled up at him.
"Oh, we aren't done yet?" I asked, slightly shocked.
"You think I'm going to violently take my wife, then leave her with nothing?" He said, reaching to tease my folds. He kissed my stomach, the curve of my hip.
"Mmm, you do have a habit of satisfying me." I flirted.
"One that I intend to fulfill over and over again tonight." He kissed his way up to my breasts, lingered at the hollow of my throat, then licked my neck until his lips met mine. "God you are delicious."
I wrapped my arms around him, pressing him to me, then let up as my breasts protested in discomfort. "Ow." I whimpered.
"Breasts are off limits, got it." He murmured. His lips found the tender spot behind my ear, and sent jolts of electricity down my body.
"I wanna play, sir." I said, biting my lower lip.
"Do you?" He said, a hint of Loki coming through. I nodded, my eyes big. He grinned and pushed himself off. He crouched down and pulled a box out from under the bed. It was a mixture of stuff I had brought, and a few things he added himself. Clara must have been amused when she saw that for the first time. He pulled out my black fur handcuffs, some lube, my favorite vibrator, and a gag. That was new. He put the box on his night stand and turned his attention to me. "Have you ever been gagged before?"
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The Dysfunction Of Evan: Books 1-3 Collection
FanfictionWith nothing but bitter endings, Astrid Long was done with love. When she finds herself in the path of Tom Hiddleston's affections, she must make a choice that will change her life forever. The Dysfunction of Evan is an erotic fan fantasy. It's fil...
