how it feels to be alive {tom riddle}

thirty-one: desire*

DESIRE

warning: mature content

Tom instantly responded to the kiss, moving his lips against hers and squeezing her waist affectionately. Lucia's fingers threaded into his hair to pull him closer, arching into him as if she couldn't get close enough.

The kiss was fuelled by the passion and desire brewing for the time they'd been apart, his tongue massaging hers fiercely. Tom guided her chaotically backwards towards her bed, allowing her to lie back as he hovered above her, never breaking the kiss.

Lucia brought her legs to wrap around him tightly, pulling his body close against her own again in an effort to feel him melt into her.

She pulled his hair roughly, causing him to groan against her lips. Lucia could feel he was already hard against her as she pressed herself into him, both relishing in the friction created between them. She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, finally allowing it to drop to the floor softly.

"Fuck Lucia," Tom managed against her lips, "We really shouldn't do this here."

"I don't care." Lucia breathed, pushing him over onto his back so that she could straddle his hips. He sat up to pull her shirt off in one swift motion, leaving her in just a bra and uniform skirt. The skirt was pooled high on her thighs, leaving just the thin material of her underwear to separate her from the feeling of him below her.

"I told you I liked the look of that skirt." Tom said lowly, running his hands teasingly up her bare thighs and under the thick material, tracing circles on her skin that caused goosebumps to rise in their wake, "But now I want it off."

Lucia smirked as his hands came to unzip the material slowly, pulling it off gently to reveal the sheer black lace beneath, causing him to suck in a sharp breath. He brought a hand the side of her hip, his fingers dancing over the faded thin white lines.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Tom spoke, his breath tickling her neck. He hotly pressed his lips against her pulse point, his tongue caressing her skin in a way that made the air leave her lungs. Whilst continuing his movements against her neck, he brought his fingers to unclasp her bra, letting it fall away to the side.

He brought his face back to meet hers, meeting their lips once again. She began to rock her hips against him instinctively, eliciting another groan from him.

He brought his hand to the thin black lace, tracing his fingers teasingly over her front earning another gasp from her.

Lucia brought her hands down from his shoulders and over his bare abdomen, hooking her fingers under the waistband of his pants and eagerly unfastening his belt buckle.

Lucia moved off him to remove his black dress pants, leaving them both in just their underwear.

He smirked at her, eyeing her body before him, then reaching over to hook his fingers below the material of her underwear and pulling it down her legs.

Tom's hands found her hips again, laying her back against the navy sheets so her golden hair created a heavenly halo around her just like the photograph he loved so much. He hovered above her, kissing down her neck and collarbones once again. His lips travelled down the valley of her breasts, tongue caressing her sternum in a way that made her arch her back into his touch. He teased his mouth over both her breasts, grazing his teeth, tongue and lips over her nipples in a way that made her feel hypnotised.

He finally reached her lower stomach, hot wet kisses making her convulse beneath him. She thought she might scream at how slow he was going, but she knew he was just savouring every moment. He moved between her thighs, his breath fanning over her in a way that made her want to grab his hair and press him against her from his teasing pace.