Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 10

Fiona rolled over and watched Tom sleep. She put her hand on his chest and felt his heart beating. A part of her thought she was still dreaming.

Tom stirred, as if feeling her stare, and slowly opened his eyes. She tried to shut hers so it didn't look like she had been watching him. He laughed, obviously seeing this transpire.

"Sorry," she whispered. She buried her blushing face in the pillow.

Tom reached out and pulled her to him. He wrapped an arm and a leg over her, taking her as a prisoner in his grasp. She laughed as he held her tightly, even though she was embarrassed for watching him sleep. It appeared he didn't find it strange.

"How are you so beautiful in the morning?" He peeled the pillow from her face and kissed her cheek many times, finding her especially adorable. He tightened his grip and joked, "and you're just so comfortable."

Fiona rolled to face him, still under his limbs. She reached her hand up to stroke his cheek gently, admiring all the colors in his eyes.

"Probably because of the mind-blowing orgasms last night," she felt embarrassed again. She was sure most if not all her makeup was gone and her hair was probably everywhere too.

"That good?" He lifted his arm to run his hand down her naked back, swirling his finger gently along her soft skin.

"The best," she sighed, reliving the feeling of just how good they were. She ran her fingers across his soft lips, remembering how they felt on her pussy.

"What?" Tom smirked, "what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing!" She said with a simper and buried her face again. She was definitely shy talking about sex, specific sex acts especially.

Tom did not have that problem, he knew he was good at pleasing women, almost cocky. His hand traced around her hips.

"Do you like my lips on you?" He whispered as his hand rubbed along her mound making its way to between her legs. His hand covered her lips. His middle finger pushed between them, finding her wet already.

"Mmhmm," Fiona's pulse raced. She was insatiable with him and he knew it. Tom's eyes were looking under the blanket at her soft body. She peeked out from underneath the pillow and saw his eyes were on her, his mouth parted, thinking about what he was going to do. Fiona whimpered at his touch, she wanted him so bad, she knew her pussy was already dripping. Tom rubbed his finger on her opening and slid it inside her. He felt her g-spot was swollen with desire and stroked his finger against it. His thumb smoothed over her clit.

"Do you want my lips here?" Tom whispered. His look was focused on Fiona; it hypnotized her.

She slowly nodded unable to speak, whether because of his eyes, his fingers, or the foresight of how amazing her orgasm was going to be against his mouth.

His lips kissed hers fiercely before he tucked himself under the sheets. His tongue swam in her pool of nectar. Her juices were the sweetest he'd ever tasted and it intoxicated him, his mouth encompassed her sex.

"You taste so good," Tom's voice was muffled against her.

Fiona moaned in a hum, her lips shut tight trying to hold back. She never had a lover who could make her orgasm before and here Tom was doing it repeatedly. She tried not to make it seem obvious. Two fingers dove into her, pressing on her g-spot one after the other. His tongue ran side to side over her clit, alternating small sucks in between. Her body arched from his talented tongue that would easily bring her to orgasm in a few more seconds.

Almost sensing how close she was, he pulled his tongue away from her body. He wiped his mouth and came out from under the blankets to give her a deep kiss, his fingers still inside her. His forehead leaned against hers watching her react to his thrusting fingers. He moaned looking down her body to see him finger fucking her. Fiona's chest rose and fell quickly, her breath panting. Fiona's lips trembled, like a shiver.