When her mouth is against his, taking his lower lip into her mouth and he
nearly moans at that. She's being so aggressive. And it's turning him more
on then he had thought possible. Tom know's he's going to have to be
careful for his leg, he'll use it– but won't but all of his weight against it.
Luckily, he has a doctor. This was so much more different then their first
go at it. So much better. And he hadn't been expecting this to turn out
as it has. He will take it, with no question.

Fingers grip at the back of her thigh, fingers digging into her skin as he
adjusts himself inside of her, so fucking tight and he welcomes it, feeling
absolutely incredible. She felt so GOOD around him, and he could do this
for hours and hours. He's good to go– and he looks down at her, listening
to her words coming out of her sweet mouth, nothing but dirty language.

'Oh, I'll fuck you like I mean it.'

He hadn't want to hurt her– that wasn't what he wanted. But she's
encouraging it. His arm is extending on the mattress, sinking deeper and
deeper, pulling right out, and filling right back in. His hips rock, rolling them
back and fourth his chest growing tight, as a moan escapes him each time
he hits home, hues not once fluttering close, locking onto hers. There's
nothing but LUST in his eyes, hand slipping from her thigh, dipping towards
her waist pulling her waist closer, needing to go deeper— he doesn't stop.
The pain doesn't even hit him, it can't phase him from what he's feeling
right now.

XXXXX

She sucks in a delighted breath at his response to her
challenge, and she's so ready for what he might do. A smile actually
spreads across her face for a split second before it's replaced with
a silent O shape of her lips as he pushes farther into her, so deep
it takes her breath away. He's hitting all the right spots and she
can't control the squeal of pleasure pouring of her, his name
mixed somewhere in there.

She grasps at his back with one hand, her other gripping his ass,
spurring him on. Her knees are high around him, but she doesn't
wrap them around his waist, wants him to be able to move freely,
as he pleases. The hand on her thigh moves to her waist and he's
holding her so closely against him that she can barely decipher when
she ends and he begins and she's enthralled, entranced. Everything
around them is white noise, she's solely focused on how damn good
this feels.

She forces her eyes to stay open, to link with his blues, she wants to
see this in his eyes. The lust she finds there turns her heart into flames,
and she feels herself grow slicker around him. The friction of their bodies
against one another is seriously drowning her, and she drops his gaze for a
moment, biting and licking his massive shoulder, before letting out another
loud moan, her head falling back against the pillows. She feels so small
under him, he's so muscular and full, and she can't even tell he has stitches
in his leg, the way he's fucking her. She finally has to close her eyes, her
nails digging into his broad back because she's never felt so good in her
life. She drops her legs, her heels jutting into the mattress to meet his thrusts.

"Harder," she whispers.

XXXXX

She's biting against his shoulder, and it drives him insane. Utterly insane.
Tom's enjoying watching her little battle between her eyes opening, and
closing the intensity of all of this to much for her. And he relishes into it.
Fingers grip against her hip, his thrusts never once slowing down. He's
in a complete rhythm that has him climbing over the edge already. Tom
looks down at her, her little whisper ringing into his mind.

She wants him to go harder. How hard? Lips press together in a thin
line, his forehead covered in a small amount of sweat. His fucking hips
aren't used to this kind of work out, and god– it feels fucking wonderful.
He could do this all fucking night, exploring all kinds of different ways.
Wondering on what she liked best. His hand drops from her leg, both of
his knees digging into the mattress, his back straight.

Rachel was so small compared to him. He filled her completely. Hands
snap at her knees, pushing them towards the bed, needing full access.
His cock is moving slow, knowing what his next move was– but toying
with her. Dipping his head low planting feathered kissing along her chest,
meeting her mouth just once before both of his hands meet her owns,
roughly pushing her arms above her head. His tongue rolling along her
neck, before his hips rolled out desperately slow, and slamming right
back into her hard. And repeat.

XXXXX

He shifts his position and she's anticipating…all this man does is
make her anticipate the next thrill he's going to give her. She
never wants this to end, never wants to leave this bed. She
wants to do it all night long, in every position. What's his favorite,
she briefly wonders. Does he prefer control or would he give
it up? She doesn't know how her mind is working at this
moment, but she can't stop thinking about the next time
because god help her, there will be a next time.

They move together like they've done this before, and though
they have, not like this. He fits in her perfectly, completely, fully
and she misses the feeling every time he slides out, only to
practically purr every time he enters her again. He spreads her
knees and it changes the angle, she's gasping more, panting now.
Her heart flutters as he kisses her chest, and when he kisses
her lips, she gladly accepts, hungrily kissing him back, head
coming off the pillows as she tries to deepen it, before his lips
are gone. When he pushes her hands over her head roughly,
her eyes widen in excitement, and she grips his tightly, eyes
transfixed on the man above her. He's moving painfully slow
and she starts to whimper, needing more.

When his tongue connects with her neck, and he pulls out
slowly again, she's ready to protest once more, needs him
buried in her, she's so close, she's desperate and his slow
thrusts are holding her back. Her wish is granted when he
pounds into her, the sensation sending a rush through her
system, the pleasure and the pain colliding in her to create
a bubble of desire. For HIM. The second time she's
writhing below him, gripping his hands, telling him how
amazing it feels. The third time...she's gone. Crumbling
beneath him, her insides exploding around him.

"Don't. You. Stop." she pants frantically, her accent
heavy, her voice hoarse.

XXXXX

Fingers lace together, his grip on her hands are tight and his weight
is nearly all in it. Hoping, he wasn't crushing them. She'd let him know.
His mouth is finding her neck again, teeth pulling at her skin hues
scanning at the lovely marks on her neck caused by him.And him
alone. It makes his heart flutter in his chest. Was it lust? Or something
else? He can't tell right now– all he cares right now is getting Doctor
Rachel Scott to scream his name, to be utterly breathless and crumble
by HIM alone.

She's getting tighter and tighter by each and every thrust almost making
it difficult to move, he doesn't care. He's quickening his pace, but not
once going gentle. No, she asked for harder. And harder she would get.
Skin against skin, her breasts bouncing under him and he's about to lose
it—- and then she's talking, demanding, her accent thick a low moan escaping
him, his fingers let go grabbing her waist to hoist himself up as he rocks
into her, his chest on FIRE as the ecstasy is far to greater then to BREATHE.

The tips of his fingers are digging into her hips, keeping her in place as
his entire lower half is thrusting into her, filling her entirely, wanting her to
FALL. Wanting her to ache. All of the above. Another moan escapes him,
hues landing on hers, not once letting up.

'Come on baby, let go.'

XXXXX

He's moving faster now, holding her hard by the hips, and she wonders if
she'll have more bruises. But these are the bruises she wants, bruises of desire,
need, and pleasure. Left by him. Proud marks. Her eyes flicker to his hands on
her and the sight of his large, strong hands on her tiny waist is hot and makes
her swallow hard. But she feels safe, feels nothing but good, WONDERFUL,
things at the mercy of HIS hands, unlike earlier. She shakes her head just a
bit, pushing the thoughts away, focusing on the mammoth man on his knees
in front of her, her eyes locking with his.

He's gorgeous in this moment, all primal, all masculine and she hears herself
emit a sigh of satisfaction at his looks alone, before she loses her breath
completely at the way he's pounding into her, rocking her to the core. She's
trembling, her legs shaking, arching her back just slightly to meet his thrusts.
And then he's talking to her in that deep, almost gravelly voice. He calls her
'baby', tells her to let go, and any last wall that needed to be caved in is gone
and she's coming violently around him.

Her hands are still over her head, gripping the headboard so hard her knuckles are
white, and her eyes fly shut, her shoulders down to the small of her back coming
off the bed. Her walls clench around him and spasm chaotically around his cock,
and it's like waves and she can't catch her breath.

"Tom!"

She's crying out, practically screaming him name, falling into an amazing
abyss at his mercy.