Tom Hiddleston: All One Shots and Poems

Guilty Pleasures

Warning: NSFW, M+, Mature Content

“No, a-ah Tom !”

Portia arches her back, leaning in her body to him, offering everything that she could. Tom continues to massage her breasts with his long and slender hands, making her groan more in delight.

 

“You like ?” He asks, his voice thick with heated desire.

“Yes.”She breathes, eyes still shut as he starts to nibble onto her pink and sensitive nipples. The sudden sensation brought a flourish of ecstasy within her. The man indeed had a skill to please, and he very well damn knew how to use it.

“ Look at me.” He commands. In a daze, she looks at him, glad that she wasn’t the only one getting worked up.

He continues the pleasurable nibbling as he stares deep into her eyes.“Tell me. Who do you see ?”  He asks. Hard.

“Y-you a-ah!” A jolt of nerve-stimulating pleasure caused her to curl her toes in agony.

“Who makes you feel good ?” Nibble.

“Y-you ! G-God Tom ! You. Only. You. Oh fu-- A-ah !”  She nearly shouts.

Releasing her overly-stimulated nipples, he then trails kisses from her full breasts down to her flat belly. Each kiss had caused her to shiver a little, not from the cold but from the five-o’-clock shadow that had formed on his beautifully-carved face. His stubble felt so good on her skin. She envisioned doing the same to him but the tempting thought was suddenly forgotten right away when she felt his digits brush over her clitoris, sending immediate waves of pleasure within her.

Portia clutched the sheets with such brute force as Tom starts to probe one slender finger deep onto her wet and eager core.

In and out, he fingered her slowly, feeling her inner walls tremble with each probe he’d made. This stroked his ego. He knew he was the only one who’d made her feel this way, and he felt proud of it. In all the years he spent pleasuring countless women that had entered his life, no one could turn him on like Portia did. She was his. And only his, no matter what other people might think of them. They couldn’t take her away from him. He would do all in his power to never let that happen. Even if it costs him to lose his credibility.

The foreplay continued until he already had three fingers buried deep within her. Portia could feel a wave of orgasm building up deep within her. And with each stroke he made, it slowly sent her to the edge until she reached the  part where she couldn’t take it anymore and orgasm came like gush of wind, knocking out the air from her.    She laid there on the mattress, still shaking. In a swift, Tom removed his slacks and undergarments, before crawling over her. He lifted both of her legs up, letting them rest over his broad and sturdy shoulders. It was then she could feel his member probe her heated core, teasingly.

“Please.” She says in a croaked voice.

Tom smirks. He too felt idiotic for prolonging the urge to take her but seeing her beg made him want her all the more, and tease her at that too.

“Tell me, what do you want me to do, angel ?” He asks, still probing her wet entrance with his hard member as his thumb circled her clitoris.

Portia felt like she was about to lose her mind.

“Please. P-Please Fuck me.” And with that, Tom slams his thick shaft into her, ending both their prolonged agony. 

Portia brought her arms around him as Tom quickened his tempo. Their bodies, moving in rhythm as they pleasured one another. It was as if they had conjoined into one. Their souls, intertwining with another. In and out, Tom drove into her, hard, and that made her dig her nails deep into his bare back. It was so deep  that blood had started to seep out from the tiny little slits she’d made. Tom flipped her over, making her release her grip from him. She was on all fours, on her knees as she held onto the headboard for her dear life. Tom took her from behind with such force. Slamming into her hard. She moaned and moaned until her voice became hoarse.