The front door closed behind us, silence reigned. I couldn't figure out whether it was a pleasant or strange silence, but the smile on my lips couldn't be wiped away so easily. The evening that Tom gave me today could not be put into words. I haven't felt so many wonderful emotions and butterflies during an evening for a long time. I wanted to give it back to him somehow, to thank him.. but I didn't know exactly what to do.
He grabbed his jacket, which was resting on my shoulders, and took it off, hanging it over a chair. But he did it so calmly... as if he wasn't in a hurry to get to the point. He did everything to make me feel good. I just watched him and stood at the entrance as if waiting for him to say something.
After he had put everything on the table, he turned to me and when he saw me waiting there for him, a big grin started to grow on his lips.
"What?" I asked, confused, after he wouldn't stop looking at me proudly. An even wider grin grew on his lips, while my cheeks turned as red as tomatoes. This boy always makes me blush just by smiling at me.
"Nothing, you just look beautiful!" he replied with a shake of his head and took a few slow steps towards me. I shortened his path, took a step towards as well, and once he was standing in front of me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared into his eyes.
"You don't look so bad yourself" I teased him with a devilish grin. His fingertips grabbed my hip, squeezing it lightly as a sign to 'behave'. Which I did, I gave him a sweet smile in response.
"Better than your crush noah centineo?" He asked in reply. Even though he smiled, and little laugh lines formed on his eyes, I could still see, deep in his mysterious brown eyes, that it hurt him to think that I thought Noah was pretty. And of course, he is pretty. But he would never be as handsome and perfect as my Tommy. But I don't think Tom will ever understand.
I gave him a quick peck. He deserves to know that he will remain my number 1 forever!
"Definitely! infinitely better than him." Satisfied with the answer, he slammed his lips back onto mine and moved his hands along my spine until one of his hands reached my ass, giving it a little grope. I couldn't help but giggle into the kiss. I started to suck on his tongue until he finally put it in my mouth and deepened the kiss with all the passion that was in him. Yes! That was the Tom I wanted and needed right now. I ran my fingertips along his jaw, knowing from the moan he let out that it was driving him crazy. He lifted me up, but not in a hurry or quickly, no. More romantic. His left arm went under my legs, his right under my arms. Bridal style, he lifted me up, not daring to interrupt the kiss. Tom enjoyed it too much for that. All the way up the stairs, he sucked on my lips and took in every taste he could. He wanted everything he could, but at the same time he wanted nothing. And I knew that.
He wanted to fuck me, but slowly. Making love was what he wanted, he wanted to feel me but at the same time he wanted to give everything to make it my perfect night.
So he gently laid me down on the sheets and began to place soft kisses on my neck. Shivers ran down my spine at the feeling of his delicate lips on my soft skin, placing new kisses over and over again, making the places where I still felt his mouth a moment ago, go cold. His fingertips started to pull the hem of my dress along my body up to my chest, making me stretch out my arms so he could take it off completely. Once it was down, he bent back again, unbuttoning his own shirt in the process, but halfway through the process i stopped him. I placed my cold fingertips on his warm soft exposed chest and trailed them down to the next closed button. Surprisingly, he even let me. He watched every movement of my fingers as they opened one button after another until it came to the last.
I took my time undoing the last button, and even then I slowly ran my fingernails up his torso to his shoulder, sliding his white cotton shirt along his arms until it was finally off too, leaving him topless in bed. His lips came back to mine, the first second my fingertips left the skin of his shoulder. He ran his tongue over my teeth, biting my lower lip as he pressed me back onto the mattress and hovered over me.
With a smack, he pulled away from our passionate and heated kiss, and began to suck my body skin down to the silk fabric of my bra.
But suddenly he stopped. Why did he stop, was something wrong?
His eyes, illuminated by the moonlight, began to rise until they met mine. But instead of looking worried or frightened like I was, he lost himself in my eyes for a second and half forgot what he wanted to say. That's until-
"May I take it off?" was what he asked. I nodded and dug my fingers into the soft hair at the back of his head while he was busy undoing my bra. It wasn't the first time he had done this, so he had it off my body in no time. I ran my fingers through his curls, enjoying every single one between them, while Tom enjoyed every single kiss he kissed on my chest down to my hip bone. He left no place unkissed, making sure that every part of my body felt loved.
And then, the way he kissed me like I was made of glass, I couldn't help but wonder what our future would be like. Of course, that's the last thought you have in such a situation, but now that he's giving me all his love, attention and care, I wonder what it would be like in 5 years. If he would transfer this love he has inside him to his children. And yes, I am talking about children. And not just one child. I want to have more children with him, and I'm sure he does too. Sooner or later he will notice.
"Baby?" Tom growled, and only then did I come back to reality. He was already staring up into my eyes, and I was staring back into his.
Captured the time when he leaned up to give me a kiss on the mouth, with my bare eyes in slow motion.
"Mhm?" I grumbled and gave him my full attention, just as he did with me.
"You seem distracted, what are you thinking about?" I gave him a gentle smile, shook my head, and indicated that it was not that important. He would find out sooner or later.
"Nothing my boy" I whispered. By bending up again, he made it easier for me to massage his scalp again. With a low growl, he gave me another sloppy kiss while his fingers began to play with the waist band of my panties.
"Okay" Tom whispered, giving me his full confidence that nothing was wrong.
He slowly slipped my panties along my legs and disappeared under the blanket. For a moment I only saw the blanket go up and down, but then I felt it. He spread my legs apart and started to eat me out. All the things he said during the evening, he meant them. I squinted, and now that his hands were on my thighs, I arched my back in the air. But I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips. His rough grin that vibrated between my legs only sent me even more over the edge. My eyes rolled back so far, I was sure you could hardly see my pupils anymore.
"Tom, oh my-" I moaned as I felt him take another long lick. I couldn't stop myself, but I took his head under the blanket in my hands and pressed it in even deeper until I felt every single detail. And he seemed to like it, the way he grumbled and moaned my name.
"That's it princess. Let the people know who you belong to" And I did. I must have moaned his name 10 more times while I came 5 more times. And he licked everything clean for all it was worth. Not letting out a single drop of my hot cum between my thighs.
"Damn darling, you taste so wonderful. Wish you were available as an ice cream flavour" he grumbled and came up to give me a kiss. Let me taste myself. Damn, that was hot.
"With you by my side, I'm sure we could make enough of my sweet cum to create our own ice cream flavour" He kissed me again, just couldn't get enough of me.
"if that's the case, then let's get started." And that was enough for him to undo his belt and take off his trousers along his boxershorts. And all that within 7 seconds. Damn.
I giggled, but the giggles quickly disappeared as I felt him trying to place his tip correctly. I immediately grabbed the sheets at my side and held on for dear life. While he made sure his hard-on was in the right place, I prepared myself for what would follow.
With slow movements, he began to pound into me. Propping his elbows on either side of my face. His sweaty hair hanging from above me tickled my forehead, making me bite my lip with a wide grin to stifle the moan that so desperately wanted to escape my lips. But I bit so hard that I began to taste the sweet flavour of iron in my mouth.
"Damn princess, you feel so good around my cock" That was it, I moaned as loud as I could and grabbed his shoulder blades with my nails. With the next pound he slammed into me, I also left thick scratches on his back, which would certainly look like a tiger had attacked him in the morning, but that's what he always calls me, right? tiger...
"Fuck yes! just like that tiger!" I think that answers my question...
Too tired to check for spelling mistakes. And we all know how much I fucking suck at writing smut. So please no hate comments. Thanks:)
