You Feel Like a Dream (18+)

What do Gentlemen Really Say

TOM'S POV :

We sat in the majestic living room; I still really couldn't bloody fuckin get over how amazing this place was. I was, once again, inspired. We spoke about her a lot, they each told me their stories of when they met her. How they came to be in this relationship and how they were willing to let her go if it made her happy. Let me preface it if I were willing to make her happy. Would I love, cherish and adore her as they do. The only reason they explained to me their choice was because this was a side of her they had never seen. One that had plagued both of them over the years. That when would she grow out of their relationship their arrangement. Listening to them speak about her the way they did, the bourbon or whiskey was starting to take over my emotions. I wanted to know, but as they went into detail of certain moments of their relationships. I found myself feeling angry, intense, rage full again. It was the past I had to keep telling myself. But my mind wasn't thinking too clearly. This is why I shouldn't drink much. Feeling comfortable with everyone and everything, I just went with filling up my cup half full rather than half empty. My thoughts would wander to what she was doing, was she awake, was she asleep. Was she going ever to come back downstairs? " She hides away, Tom, she recuperates best alone. She's creative; she's a bit of an introvert, we've learned for our safety to give her, her time alone." I laughed because I understood just what Martone was saying.

Conversations went to movies, work, people, parties, even travel. She was always somehow worked into the story. How each of them described her beauty, her smile, her infectious laughter, again made me just fucking jealous. I do not think I could share her. If she doesn't give me the answer I want, I have to let her go. But before I do, I will have to find it in my all to show her how I will not share her. I want her all to my fuckin self. Bloody selfish is what I am when it comes to her. I was never rude or impolite hmm... to either of them. I did fancy hearing all of what they had to say; I couldn't shake this bloody fucking ehell ... jealously or envy that they have all this with her. What do I have to offer her? We never got personal, or did it turn into a locker room conversation; we all had a tremendous amount of respect for this sensational woman. The stoic grandfather clock in the foyer chimed three times. So I knew it was late. I was knackered! I thought perhaps she would have joined us at some point; even if she is sound asleep, it won't matter a bit hmm.... my lust for her at its peek I plan on fucking her mad.

   We three said our goodnights. Loren walked me up to her bedroom. As if he were escorting me up to pleasure her. He winked at me, " Tom, you are giving her something we aren't, enjoy your early morning. Ciao, Tom!" He said patting my shoulder, would be as if my mate and I just scored on a game.
" G'night! Thanks for everything, mate."
"Our pleasure Tom, if you need anything, let us know." Loren drifted up another flight of stairs, and he faded into the darkness. Dogs and cats scattered about, this was their nighttime, and they were out on the town. It seemed as the frolicked about and around me.

 
  I slowly opened the crystal clear doorknob that took up my whole palm. No expense was spared with this home; it was most certainly one of the most beautiful I'd had ever seen. As I slid the door opened quietly, only light was the fireplace that was starting to dim. I walked towards it to add a log or two. Watching the light flickering around her made me feel even more so sensual with an extra kick of whiskey bourbon with chilled lava rocks to finish off my night. Fuck she looked amazing, what a gorgeous sight to see through my eyes. I only wished she could see what I do or feel as I do. Her bold blonde hair tussled across her luxurious bedding; she laid almost horizontal. She was half-covered I could see she was wearing a top of some kind. I couldn't see if it had buttons or if it was a pullover. Didn't care, cause, either way, it was coming off.

  As the fire roared behind me, I took off all my clothes; I stood in front of the four iron post bed. The heat from the fire blazing on the back of my body, as I watch her, I start to stroke my cock. Bringing my hand up to my mouth, spitting on it, and taking it down to my shaft. Mmm... feels good, sliding my moisten palm upward and downward on my stiffening cock. Just looking at her, I get hard, but I'm on fire, and all I want to do now is taste her. I contemplated getting myself off, so I'd last longer inside of her, but I think I'll do just fine. Besides, I hunger and yearn to empty my seed inside her. More so than with any woman ever.