Sweeney lay there, dreaming about her. Nellie Lovett. He hated her, oh he did. But somewhere, deep inside him, he wanted her. Lusted for her.
He was abruptly awoken by a voice near his ear.
"Mr. T! Are ya up?" the voice said.
He groaned and slowly opened his eyes.
"Wha' do ya want, Mrs. Lovett?" he growled at her.
She backed away, knowing how easily he could lose his temper.
"Sorry love, I just wanted ta know if ya were awake yet" she said sweetly.
He rolled his eyes. "I am now, thanks ta ya."
Fear flashed in her eyes. "I-I'm sorry Mr. T… I really didn't mean ta wake ya"
He grunted and rolled out of bed, hauling on his trousers.
Sweeney looked at her. Bloody woman. He thought.
Glancing at her ample bosom, almost bursting out of her corset, which was always laced too tightly, she was sure she saw his eyes flash with lust.
She shrugged it off, thinking that she must've imagined it.
He got up and walked over to her.
"What are ya still doin' 'ere, Mrs. Lovett? Isn't there somethin' ya ought ta be doin'?"
She backed away, her chest heaving with every fearful breath, not knowing what he was going to do.
Smirking, he walked over to her, pressing her against the wall. Grasping her neck lightly, he kissed her deeply.
Her eyes widened in shock, then fluttered shut as she kissed him back.
One of his hands travelled around to her bum, grabbing it.
She ran her fingers through his hair, moaning softly into his mouth.
His other hand began groping her breast roughly, making her moan.
"Mmm, Mr. T, I want ya" she said breathily.
His eyes glazed over with lust, and he hiked her skirts up and slipped two fingers inside her.
She tilted her head back and moaned softly.
Sweeney thrusted his fingers inside her, pressing on her clit with his thumb.
"Mm god, I want ya inside me, Mr. T" she said, and she undid his belt, letting his trousers fall to the ground.
He undid her dress, and ripped her panties off.
Mrs. Lovett slid a hand down his stomach and grabbed his now rock hard shaft, stroking it.
He moaned, then pushed her down onto the bed.
She grabbed his cock, guiding him into her.
Once inside her, Sweeney began to thrust hard, causing moans and whimpers to escape her lips.
He gripped her hips, hard enough to bruise them, and thrusted.
"Mmm, Mr. T, harder!" she moaned loudly, almost screaming.
Happy to comply with her request, Sweeney slammed himself inside her, his hips slapping against hers.
Nellie screamed as her body shook with the orgasm, her walls clenching around his cock.
Sweeney thrusted through her orgasm, making it more intense, until he reached his own, cumming inside of her.
Once they came down from their orgasms, he lay down beside her, panting hard.
"Mm, love, that was amazing" Nellie said, smiling at him.
He smirked. "I could say the same for ya".
She cuddled into him, and he wrapped an arm around her, and they fell asleep, sharing the same feeling: Love.