Tom knows she's close, hell he HOPES she is. He needs more himself, and yeah,
he's being a little needy. But the build up from the shower was starting to bleed
through his veins, starting to get mixed in with what he wants and what he thinks
she deserves. All of this, and much more. So more. And he's starting to question
his ability on how long his stamina on his leg would last if he would put pressure
on it. Considering it. If anything, it gives him another excuse to have her around more.
His hand comes up to the hem of the shirt she was wearing, and pulling it up her
torso and it resting right above her breasts, his hand pinching at one of her nipples,
leaning forward to finally take the other into his mouth, tongue twirling around her
pink bud, too and bottom teeth biting lightly, while his fingers pulled at her other
nipple hard.
A deep moan escapes out of his mouth at the shake of her ass against his lard length,
eyes threatening to close– he won't let them. He's content on just simply watch her
wither against him, wanting to watch her come undone. Fingers rock back and fourth,
curling around her deep walls, changing his rhythm for a few thrusts, body completely
on FIRE. Tom has his hand deep, adding a third finger his fingers working her over the
edge, cheeks curling into a sly grin against her breast, tongue rolling on her opposite
nipple giving it the attention it needs.
'Come for me, Rachel.'
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He finally touches her breast, just how she hoped he would, and she
lets out a cry of pleasure. God, she's so close now, and this…she
leans into his mouth and hand, arching her back. The nipple in his
mouth feels like it's on fire and she can't get enough. And he's pinching
and pulling the other one just right and she's moaning his name,
telling him so, telling him all things she wished she could have before.
"Tom..feels incredible..don't stop..."
Every nerve ending her body is on point, is firing at lightning speed,
and she's feeling light-headed because he's making her feel so
many sensations. She's an over-thinker and analyzer by nature
and by heart–she's a scientist, it's her job. In this moment though,
the last thing she's doing is analyzing; she's simply
feeling, in his fingers fucking her,
his mouth and teeth on her sensitive nipples, the
way it feels just to be with him. She's feels all feminine,
she feels beautiful, she feels alive.
As soon as he pushes in the third finger, she's feeling wonderfully
stretched and writhes above him, riding his hand now, head falling
back. He's pumping them in and out of her hard, and she can feel
that bubble, that build just before the cave in. He's giving her other
breast attention with his tongue, and she's all whimpers and moans,
and "pleases", until he tells her to come for him. Her eyes open for
a brief second at his words before she snaps and falls, her walls
quivering and quaking around his fingers, his name on her lips in a
quiet stream amidst moans. Her ass drives hard into his cock one
last time as she comes hard for h i m, her legs shaking, her fingers
gripping his shoulder so hard she's wondering if she drew blood.
She's panting, her face flushed as she rides out her orgasm, wishing
the waves of pleasure wouldn't stop because he's made her feel so
magnificent she can hardly remember her name. All she can see is
him; she's hyper-focused on all that is Tom Chandler.
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Tom likes to think that he's very skillful in bed, he always likes to have everything moving.
Whether it's his hands, his mouth or his cock, he fulfilled most of this already and he feels
like it had JUST begun. He's thinking about how this all started, in a cell. Out of comfort.
This? It started out in fear, with her lips on his. And who was he to deny her? To turn her
away in need? He will do almost anything possible to make her feel as if she could conquer
the world with just the high alone. So far, he thinks he's doing a damn well good job.
His mouth and hand is keeping themselves busy against her beautiful breasts, surely content
of lathering her with the pleasure alone. He didn't even need to get off, he could with the pure
sounds that were coming out her mouth. Desperate, short, begging for him not to stop. He'd
never dare.
The moment his third finger is slipping easily right into her, Tom can feel her walls start to cave
in against him, it's driving him fuckin d. So wild, that his hips buck up into her, careless with his
leg. He honestly could care less. His hand is pumping faster and faster, each push and pull is
deep and hard watching as she's climbing over the edge of her orgasm, eyes finally opening
and he's meeting her gaze, tongue against her hardened pink bud. And fucking Christ, he's
going to lose it himself. He won't. Won't allow it. This was all for HER. No one else. He wants
her to feel completely LOST in the pleasure that she couldn't remember what Ruskov ever did to her.
The hand that's against her breast wraps along her ribs, flat against her skin mouth moving
away from her chest, eyes focused right on hers, as he holds her for dear life as the wave
crashes right into her, arm moving as fast as he possibly can, watching her face twist in the
pleasure. His own heart is hammering against his chest in total awe of it all. And he wants
more. He will always WANT more. Fingers are slowing, terribly slow, he can feel her pulsing
against his fingers, breathless. Once her legs tremble once, twice, three times he's freeing
his fingers from her heat and grabbing each hem of his shirt and pulling it off her, discarding
it to the floor. Eyes taking her all in.
'You are trouble.'
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She's pulsating around his barely moving fingers and the next thing she knows he's pulling them
out and reaching for her shirt. She's too breathless to cry out at the loss, and soon the shirt is
discarded and she's panting, her round breasts heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her
hands settle on her thighs for a short moment as she attempts to catch her breath.
"I'm trouble? Are you aware of what you just did to me?"
She pushes him back fully into the pillows, leaning forward to swipe her tongue over his lips,
sucking him into a hot, wet kiss. Her hands are on his wrists and she moves her bare, wet
center over his hardness, still sheathed by the sweats, and pants at the friction. When she
pulls back from the kiss, she purposefully has a mischievous smile on her face and it's her
turn to play with him. She latches her mouth onto his neck, sliding one hand down, between
her legs, lifting her hips so she can slide her hand into his waist band. She wraps her slender
fingers around his hard cock, squeezing his thick member almost painfully tight. Her eyes
tilt up, watching his face, her hand pumping him a few times. She wants him to feel as good
as she just did, wants to play with him and take her time. She licks her lips in anticipation
of what she's about to do to him.
She nips and sucks her way down his chest, dragging her nails as she goes, slowing to swirl a
tongue around his own nipple, before she's seated between his legs, pulling his hard cock out
of the sweat pants. She moans in appreciation, getting a full look for the first time. She locks
her eyes with his stormy blues, simply licking over the the tip with her tongue, her hand holding
him upright at the base, her other hand grazing over his balls.
"Let's see how much trouble I can be."
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Both of his hands are rounding her bare handful breasts, and he's so fucking
pleased. So utterly pleased. Tom could stare at her naked form for hours and
hours and be nothing but blissfully content in the world. And the thought
alone causes flips in his stomach both bittersweet and guilt, he won't think of
it yet. Won't cross that ship just yet. He's to preoccupied with what's going
on in their little bubble of the world.
A laugh escapes him, fully aware. Yes, he does. She's all sorts of trouble.
He's known it the second he landed eyes in her dark hazel hues, with the
way she BANTERS with him. Isn't afraid of what he could DO to her. Her
mouth is on his, the kiss nearly will make his lips swollen at how hard her
lips met with his. He's taken by surprise with her hand wrapping fully around
his hard member and giving it a fucking squeeze. 'Jesus.' It comes out of
his mouth, hips reacting into her hand. His chest rises, and falls, watching
her slide her way down him.
Tongue drags along his own lower lip, shaking his head at her, eyes locked
on her own looking utterly mischievous look in her gaze. A groan escapes
him when her tongue barely meets the tip, swallowing hard. He knows he's
doomed as hell. He's utterly aching, he knows he won't last long at all. And
she'll be painfully slow. He can promise it.
'Rachel,'
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Her name on his lips rouses a smile and she keeps it on her lips as she takes
the tip in her mouth, sucking. Eyes still locked on his. She wants to see his
reaction, and so far she's been very pleased. She watches his chest rise and
fall, as she takes him deeper in her mouth, before dragging her lips slowly
up his length. It's a leisurely pace, her hands massaging his pair just as slow.
She wants to drive him mad until he can't take it anymore and has to have her.
There's something about having this man at her will, being able to make the
Captain say HER name that turns her on, fueling her wet, hot fire. Having her
mouth on him is exciting, enticing, and intoxicating, and she wants him to
enjoy this just as much as she enjoyed his fingers in her depths. She drops
her head, taking him as deep into her throat as she can, moaning, hoping
the vibration pleases him.
As much as she wants to push him to his own climax this way, she has no
intention of allowing it to get that far. She wants him inside her too, wants
so much more of him. She's conscious of his thigh and his wound as she
sucks him, fondling his boys a little rougher now, toying with him body as
he did hers. TWO can play this game, she thinks, looking up again to see
what she's doing to him.