It's her kisses that he wants branded on him, in all the truth. He craves it when
they leave him. Craves her, and he feels like the worlds terrible man, yet it's
FAR from it. Rachel consumes him whole. He doesn't ever think when they're
doing this. Doesn't think about the consequence. Doesn't think about who it
will be hurting. He only knows how good it feels. As if it's the most natural
thing to be doing right now. And it was. Her tongue's against his, his grip
on her hip tightens a little bit.
Tom's got a good grip on her, pulling her closer, and closer until there's
no room to get a piece of paper between them. His other hand snags it's
way towards her knee, encouraging her to straddle him. He needs it. He
so fucking needs it.
He wants her on her back, if that. But his leg threatens him, he'll settle for
right now. He can feel how hard her hearts thudding against his own chest,
a smile crossing his cheeks at that, mouth still hungry on hers.
XXXXX
Rachel has given up thinking. She's only feeling at this point. His
grip on her hip has her feeling all kinds of things, stirring up the
heat between her legs. And she feels his hand on her knee and
she knows what he wants. She slides onto him easily, yet
conscious of his wound. If she does all the work, there shouldn't
be any problem with the sutures. She doesn't mind doing the
work, would do anything he asked to be this close to him.
Her hands fall to his chest, and she can feel his sweatpants against
get center between her legs. She's sure she's leaving behind a wet
spot where she's sitting, because god she wants him. She grinds her
hips into his once, purposefully. Wants him to know just what she's
thinking. She allows a gasp to land on his mouth at the friction
between her naked heat and him.
Her mouth doesn't separate from his just yet, she's too caught up
in the feel of his mouth against hers. It's as if he's reading her
mind, and she doesn't mind, welcomes it. She slides her hips
forward again, wondering how long she can keep his pants on.
"Tom….I want you"
The words are whispery against his mouth.
XXXXX
His entire body is up in flames with each touch, each kiss, each moan. It's
got him in complete flames. Her leg is easily hooking around his other side,
and his hands let go of each grip he's got on her, questioning what he wants
to touch first. Nearly forgetting she was naked under that shirt of his. No
underwear, no bra. Completely bare. The mere thought alone has his cock
already aching under her.
Tongue runs along her lower lip, tasting her, slipping into her mouth a groan
escaping his mouth at the roll of her hips against him, oxygen leaving his
nose hard. Jesus christ, was she trying to kill him? He soaks in her words,
like a sweet lullaby. Music to his ears. He wants her too, so fucking much.
He pry's his lips off of her, teeth coming up to her neck and nipping at the
skin, mouth pressing kisses to her skin.
'You're gonna have to wait.'
It comes out hard, his hand coming up to her thigh, pinching at her skin
before he finds what he wants. Two fingers slipping right into her, easily.
Wanting her to crumble before he takes her the way he wants to.
XXXXX
His groan makes Rachel want to groan herself, the sound so masculine, so deep.
She rubs her hands roughly against his chest, kneading the muscles she finds there.
His tongue against her lip is a feeling she won't soon forget–the man is damn
talented with that mouth of his. He's got her insides all upside down and inside
out and she doesn't mind one damn bit.
When he releases her lips only to latch onto her neck, she doesn't bother keeping
quiet. An audible sigh fills the air, and it's one of pure enjoyment. She tilts her
head, giving him all the room in the world to do what he will. When he tells her
she'll need to wait, she's about to protest because she needs him like she needs water.
Before she can, she feels his hand pinching at the skin of her thigh and she sucks in
a breath as he gets closer to where she wants that hand. She shakes against him in
anticipation, not entirely prepared for the delicious intrusion of his thick fingers into
her. Her head falls back and a gasp mixed with a moan fill the room. She's not sure
how paper-thin these walls are, but she doesn't honestly care as his fingers fill her
channel, and her hips immediately thrust forward, taking them as deep as she can.
She's filled with memories of their last time together, this is similar, but she is already
liking this time better; the bed, his scent, and the privacy of the room one-uping their
first time. And there's no need to rush. She can ENJOY him like she has been wanting
too long before today.
XXXXX
This? This is exactly what he had wanted this to be like. Open, free, allowed to be loud.
Unlike their time in the cell, time consumed, quiet, barely enough room to do ANYTHING.
Now? Oh, now, he could do anything he wants. She's letting out a sigh, a grin against his
cheeks as his mouth still attacks her neck. His teeth pulling at her skin, making marks on
it, knowing it would hurt. As his tongue soothes the same exact spot, mouth latching onto
the skin and sucking. Her fingers are on his chest, and it almost makes it difficult for him
to breath. Perhaps it was the lack of air. He doesn't care though. He can't.
When her hips dip low, his fingers all the way in, he enjoys the lack of jeans and underwear,
free for his hand to extract his fingers ever so slowly, and plunge them right back into her
deeply, and hard. Repeat. His lower waist shifts slightly against her ass, needing some
friction against his throbbing cock. Tom isn't sure if he can keep his sweats on anymore
with her straddling his hips like she is. It was almost torture.
With his other hand he's snagging it up her sides, fingers gliding along her ribs teasing her skin
as his fingers brush against her breasts, barely giving her nipples any attention, while his other
hand is working her over. Her breathing coming up short, mouth pulling away from her neck to
take a proper look at her face. She was a vision, truly. Hips move up again, and again, thumb
grazing against her nipple, fingers pushing in and out quicker this time.
XXXXX
Tom's teeth pulling at her skin, mixed with the hard thrusts of his fingers is
blurring that line of pleasure and pain and she likes it. Loves it.
Wants more. She trusts him, and that changes everything. He
can do whatever he wants to her and she'll take it all. As long as he
keeps it up, he can have her any way he likes.
When he shifts under her, against her ass, she changes the angle of
her hips so she rubs across his hard cock too, giving it attention with
her bare ass. In turn it allows her to meet his fingers, encouraging
them as deep as they'll go. It makes her shiver in delight. As he
pulls them out slowly, dragging them along her walls, she wants to
whimper every time, before her breath hitches when he pushes them
hard back in. She lets go of his chest, one hand simply supporting
herself on his good leg so she can lean back, giving him all the
access he needs to her.
The hand that's moving up her sides, brushing across her breasts
makes her lean forward again, she wants his hand on her full breasts,
wants him to pinch and play with them. She bites down her lower lip,
a moan of want finding its way out regardless. Her eyes closed, she's
lost in everything she's feeling, and the quicker he moves his fingers,
the quicker she's moving toward the edge. She dips her ass low,
rubbing it hard over his cock, providing him some friction she's sure
he wants, that they both want.
"Fuck, Tom…"