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A/n: Tonight's fic is for both Breesecretdaughter and Allie. They both asked for a continuation of the scene in "Sunday in the Park with George" where Tom surprises Lynette with the leopard print underwear. If it's not obvious, this chapter is rated M (a very explicit M), so please turn back if that's not your cup of tea.

Thank you for reading and reviewing! Please let me know if you have a request. There's still plenty of days left to fill up. And thank you to everyone who has requested something so far; it's been a blast writing these!

-Ryeloza

A Second Collection

By Ryeloza

Seven: Lights On

Lynette dissolved into giggles against Tom's lips, lifting her head slightly and rubbing her nose against his. "So the embarrassment of buying this isn't enough for you?" he asked sardonically, his tone not nearly enough to pop the joyous bubble inside of her.

"I hadn't even thought of that part. Did you go during your lunch hour? Did you have to hide this in the office all afternoon?"

"You are evil. Do you know that?"

"Evil, am I?" She shifted her hips, wriggling against him, and pressed a few soft kisses against his cheek. "That's not a very nice way to talk to the woman in charge of the lights."

"You're right. My sexy, loving, amazing wife would definitely put me out of my misery."

Lynette pulled back, a wicked expression etched on her features, and she released his wrist for a second to pull off her glasses and toss them on the nightstand. "Is that what you want?" she purred, replacing her hand and slowly stretching out against his body. The movement was an exquisite burn, pressing their bodies together in every place she'd been aching for him for over a week now. Tom groaned as she ground her pelvis into his, a sound that seemed to reverberate through her entire body. "Hmm, Tom?" She began to kiss a path along his jawline and then down his neck, pausing over his pulse point and feeling the fluttering of his heartbeat against her lips.

"I…Oh God…"

"That's what I thought." She sat back up, unzipping her sweatshirt and throwing it to the floor, releasing her hair from its clip and shaking her curls out.

"You know," said Tom, his voice strained in the best way, "these are really more constricting than they look."

"Is that so?"

He strained his wrists, making a halfhearted effort to escape her grip. "Yes."

"Well, let me see what I can do about that."

Tom shut his eyes as she dipped her head and kissed her way down his chest to the waistband of his underwear. Constricting wasn't quite enough to describe the way he was straining for release, but she still took the time to stroke him, prolonging his torture in the best way. He was beyond right about how evil she was.

Gently, she bit the waistband of his underwear, tugging at it with her teeth as she peeled it down his body. It wasn't quite the success she'd hoped for; she found herself subtly lifting her hands to help her, but Tom didn't seem to notice. His dick practically sprung free, and she didn't even bother to remove the underwear completely before she moved her mouth to the head of his cock, running her tongue over the tip and then taking him as far back as she could. With his arms finally free, one of Tom's hands came to rest on the back of her head, not pushing or forcing her, but a wicked reminder that he could if he wanted. The possibility was enough to thrill something horribly dirty inside of her, and she found herself moving faster, one of her hands wrapping around the base of his dick and stroking him firmly.

Tom tugged a bit on her hair, pulling her back. It wasn't a deterrent; she kept her hand in place, rubbing from base to tip, swirling her thumb over the head. "Two weeks," he managed to say in a strangled voice. "God, I am not going to last very long if you keep going like that."

"Like what?" She lowered her head, licking the length of his cock in one long, languid motion, and he let out a ragged sigh. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

He laughed shakily. "I want you."

"All you had to do was ask," she said silkily. She stood, her own legs feeling boneless, trying her best to hide the fact that she was throbbing for him. Her breasts ached to be touch; her panties were soaked already. This was not a one-sided war, much as she wanted to pretend it was. Still, she kept up the façade, unbuttoning her jeans first and shimmying out of them as gracefully as she could. If there was any lack of coordination, Tom seemed to be immune, his eyes roving over the length of her body with an ill-concealed greed. Slowly, she pulled off her tank top and then unclasped her bra and let it slip from her shoulders. She put her hands on her breasts then, massaging them, toying with her own nipples and moaning at the ragged release she found in touching them.

It was too much for Tom to play a passive role now. He sat up, grasping her hips and pulling her toward him as his hands fumbled to pull her panties off. She continued to knead her breasts, letting Tom take the lead as he splayed his fingers over her bare ass and pulled her onto his lap. His dick pressed into her stomach, his own hands pushing hers out of the way as they settled large and warm over her tits, and she rubbed herself against his thigh in some instinctive effort to find relief.

"Lie down," she ordered, trying to take back control of this situation before she lost it entirely. She pushed him back when he didn't immediately comply, leaning over him, breasts aching as they swung down. As she had when this began, her hands found his wrists again, holding him back as some enticing punishment for both of them.

"Is this what you want?" She lowered her hips, rubbing her clit against his dick, shutting her eyes and moaning in spite of the vestige of power she was trying to convey. Two weeks was too long for this. Too long to pretend she didn't want him to pull her down and fuck her senseless. "You want to be inside of me?"

"I know that's what you want."

She groaned, unable to deny it, but forcing herself to raise her hips away from him. "That's not what I asked."

"You're desperate for it," he said, enjoying this. Enjoying every chance to turn the tables and try to make her beg. "I bet I could make you cum without ever being inside of you."

"I could do it myself without you inside of me. But that's not what you want. You don't want to lie here while touch myself and moan and bury my fingers in my pussy, right? That's not what you want, is it, Tom?"

"No," he breathed, his eyes shutting, the mental image of her pleasuring herself too much for him. "You know I want to be buried inside of you. You know I want to cum in your hot, tight pussy."

"That's right." She reached back, taking hold of him with her right hand and guiding his dick to her opening. With all the patience she had left, she lowered herself down on him as gradually as she could. His hips jerked up, trying to push deeper into her, but she settled her hands on his torso, holding him down, not letting him take the lead. But when she finally began to move, up and down, turning her hips and deepening the angle, she no longer had any wherewithal to hold back. She shut her eyes, moving faster, moaning without any thought of restraint.

Tom's hands found her breasts again as she breathlessly found a rhythm, coming down on him so he was buried so deeply inside of her that he was hitting her in the exact right spot every time. He pinched her nipples, squeezing and fondling her, working her into a frenzy. She could feel her orgasm building, her body seizing up with that indescribable pleasure that made her movements more and more erratic. She came down hard, grinding her hips as she did, and Tom bucked up into her, coming hard and fast, groaning loudly and setting all of her nerve endings on fire. Desperately, she reached down and began to finger her clit, running her fingers over it in tight, fast circles, screaming loudly as she fell completely over the edge. She continued moving, prolonging her pleasure as Tom's hands found her hips, gripping her tightly and egging her on. They continued wildly, moving without any synchronization, lost in the total turmoil of a moment about nothing but pleasure.

Finally, satiated, she collapsed, rolling off of him onto her back and panting heavily. She laughed, that giddy feeling still alive inside of her, brushing her hair back from her sweaty forehead and then dropping her hand onto Tom's chest. "Maybe we should go that long without sex more often," she joked as Tom tangled his fingers with hers and pulling her hand up so he could kiss her palm.

"Really? Because I was thinking you could give me twenty minutes and we could try that again."

"With the Tarzan underwear?"

"Actually, I was thinking we could pull out that maid's costume again."

Lynette grinned, shutting her eyes and letting out a long, satisfied sigh. "As long as you turn off the lights."