Tommy's eyes were bemused as he watched Mafalda throw her dress over the couch and chuck her heels somewhere on the floor as she walked around the room undressed in her lingerie. His gaze lingered on her, taking in the black lace. She looked spirited and carefree as she padded around the floor, daintily sipping her water as she twirled around, giggling to herself. So this was Mercedes uninhibited, Tommy thought.
"Shall I put on some music?" Mafalda smiled gently, walking to the gramophone and placing the needle onto the disk. The soft melody of Claire De Lune floated through the room and Mafalda closed her eyes, gently swaying with the music. She suddenly felt very tired, the years of running and hiding resting heavily upon her as she hugged her shoulders.
She felt Tommy's hands move along her arms and take her hands from her shoulders, placing one behind his back as he rested his other hand on her waist. Mafalda rested her head against Tommy's chest, listening to his beating heart. They swayed quietly with the music, his warm hands enveloping her in a state of calm.
Mafalda looked up at him, the dizziness of her drunken state clearing off.
"Why do you have so much anger, bello?"
Tommy looked down at her eyes, his gaze filled with something that Mafalda couldn't seem to identify in her head. It was bitter and pained, like a stallion that had seen too much of war and bloodshed. He shook his head at her.
"Not today, Mercedes. Perhaps some other time."
Mafalda continued to gaze at him, her eyes piercing into his soul. "Does it have to do with one signora Grace?"
Tommy chuckled dryly. "Aren't you a smart one."
Mafalda stopped swaying and put her arms around Tommy's neck, looking at him still as both of his hands circled her hips. She cocked her head one side, observing him silently.
Tommy stared back, his usually stoic expression melting away into something softer. He felt Mafalda's hands come around his neck and guided his face towards hers. Her lips pressed softly against his, her hands holding his face still. It spread a sweet warmth within Tommy as he held her tightly to his chest, his mouth moving over hers, stealing away her breath with a gentleness that she hadn't known he could exude.
He ghosted his lips over her jawline, taking his time to kiss and graze his tongue along her collarbone as he guided Mafalda into the bedroom. She sighed against his lips, her fingers grasping at the hairs on his head, pressing herself against him. She felt the inside of her knees hit the edge of the bed, and fell down, bringing Tommy with her as he let out a slight "Oomph", catching himself with his elbows.
They both chuckled, their laughter giving way to just the soft sounds of their breath, grey eyes meeting blue ones. Mafalda felt her heartbeat slow and beat in tune with Tommy's as her eyes traced the features of his face and landed on his eyes that were staring back just as intently. His blue irises flickered down to her lips and back to her eyes. They were so close that Mafalda could count the number lashes Tommy had if she tried.
He lowered his face and kissed her forehead gently, then her nose, and then her cheeks. Mafalda sighed in contentment as he continued to shower whispers of kisses around the edges of her smile. Tommy finally acquiesced to her pleading look and pressed against her lips deeply, lazily exploring her mouth and savoring in her taste.
His hands moved against her curves, squeezing here and there until they rested on her soft backside. He glided and ghosted his breath down her neck, past her collarbone, kissed the area between her breasts, taking pleasure in the breathy sighs that escaped Mafalda's lips.
"Please." Mafalda threaded her hands through his short cropped hair and tried to meet his hardened cock with her hips. Tommy smiled against her breast and ignored her ministrations, unclipping her brassiere and slipping them from her shoulders. He kissed and nipped a path around her heaving chest, each time coming a bit closer to her pebbled peaks, but never quite reaching them.
Mafalda keened at his touch, her nipples aching to be touched. Tommy chuckled and finally gave in, his hot mouth enveloping her stiffened nipple, suckling hard as his hand went to rub and pluck at the other. Mafalda groaned, her hands gripping his hair when he rolled it gently between his teeth. He continued onto the other side, biting and sucking around her rosy tips, leaving his mark on her.
Mafalda could feel the walls of her cunt fluttering against each other, demanding some sort of friction. Everything suddenly felt heightened. She could feel the wet hotness of Tommy's mouth on her sensitive nipples, the roughness of his tongue and teeth as he ravaged them over and over. Her pussy clenched as she felt wetness pool out of her and onto her legs. Tommy's hand abruptly left her breast and he brought it down, grasping at her thighs, his thumb rubbing the wetness that leaked out.
"You like that, don't you?" He grinned down her form panting, her tits glistening from his mouth, littered with dark red bruises from where he sucked. The front of his pants tented, his cock begging to be freed from its confines.
"Tommy, per favore."
"Patience, love."
He put her legs on his shoulders and reached around to grip the tops of her thighs. Mafalda laid quivering in her desire, trying her best to keep her thighs together to rub for more friction. Tommy paid her no heed and hauled her ass to the end of the bed, wrenching her thighs apart to expose her leaking core to his penetrating gaze.
"Your pussy is fuckin beautiful. All wet for me. Mine." He whispered the last word against the lips of her cunt, her juices coating his mouth. Mafalda felt her insides clench at his soft tone, and startled at his possessive declaration.
"Tommy, I- ahhh…"
Tommy pressed his tongue flat against her bare core, swiping a large path from her puckered hole to her clitoris. Her pussy was divine. There was nothing artificial like the perfumed sprays or creams of Birmingham's whores. It was simply the flavor of Mafalda's skin and wetness, a slight tangy salt. He could feast upon her taste forever, and never thirst for anything more. Mafalda's thighs clenched around his head, and he pulled them even wider, reaching around and pulled her pussy lips apart. He blew at her center, watching her arch her spine up and go back down.
Then he pushed his tongue into her cunt, savoring in the liquid that rushed to coat it. Mafalda groaned from above him. She had no concept of time anymore. There was only her pleasure, a white heat searing behind her eyelids as she felt herself more vulnerable and exposed than ever, yet safe and protected as her lower half rested in Tommy's arms. It could have been seconds, minutes, hours. She did not know.
She grasped at Tommy's head, trying to anchor herself. She pushed him more firmly against the crux of her thighs, gasping loudly when his nose bumped harshly against her shining pearl. Tommy continued his plunder, pumping his tongue in and out of her as one of his hands went to her swollen clit. His thumb rubbed gently against it, pressing down firmly. Mafalda cried out, her arms hitting the sheets, clutching at them. She could feel herself winding tighter and tighter. Then, Tommy pulled his tongue out of her abruptly. She whined at her loss, trying to guide his head back.
Instead, he latched onto her clit and suckled, rolling it around with his tongue as he pushed a finger into her sopping core. Mafalda panted, her breasts heaving with every breath. He sucked hard against her clit, but kept a slow and steady pace, fingering her almost lazily as the walls of her vagina gripped him. She was close, and Tommy could tell. But she wasn't satisfied. When he heard her cry out again, he decided to take pity on her and thrust another finger into her, picking up the pace.
"This what you wanted?" He latched onto her clit again, his fingers pumping in and out. He could feel her walls fluttering, and he sunk his digits in deeply, curling his fingers against the spongy area of her cunt, pressing down. Mafalda felt the pressure that had been building up in her pussy suddenly release, her inside walls spasming as she orgasmed onto Tommy's waiting tongue.
Mafalda felt boneless, but still unsatiated. She wanted to be filled up by his cock. She could feel her still sensitive vagina clenching tightly together, yearning for fulfillment. Tommy suddenly straightened and she heard the rustling of his clothes hitting the floor. His stiff member was pulsing and erect, the precum gathering as a white dot at the tip. Her grey eyes met his blue ones as he hovered over her, his cock jutting at entrance.
Mafalda ran her fingers through Tommy's hair and wrapped them around his neck, never breaking eye contact. Her fingers travelled lower until they gripped his aching member, feeling the protruding veins and ridges. Tommy groaned as she guided him into her, his head slipping past her folds and parting her even wider.
"Ahhh…" Mafalda could feel Tommy's thick cock spearing into her, the ridge along the bottom rubbing against her walls. He gave shallow thrusts into her, the obscene noises of her wet pussy squelching echoed reaching her ears. Tommy watched her eyes flutter shut as she panted, her chest heaving.
"Open your eyes." Tommy's surprisingly gentle voice made her lift her eyelids looking into his unwavering gaze. Everything felt heightened, more intense. And then Tommy shifted his hips, sinking his full length into her. Mafalda's lips parted and she gripped his back. Slick coated Tommy's cock as he pulled out slowly, leaving only his head inside before ramming back inside her fiercely, his pelvic bone hitting her clit.
"Dio!" God, he knew how to make her body sing. She could feel every bump, every trickle of sweat rolling down her back, the contact between their skin. Tommy thrust deeply inside her, relentlessly, keeping a slow but punishing pace, as he ghosted his lips over her collarbone and jawline. If loving a body was unholy, then Mafalda would gladly confess and pay for her sins at the altar.
Mafalda gasped. She felt Tommy's length somehow thicken and grow even bigger inside her as her muscles clamped down, preparing to milk his seed into her. Tommy growled in response, picking up his pace and bucked his hips furiously against hers as he held her spread legs down. Bruises were definitely going to be there the next day.
Tommy's thrusts were deep and penetrating- Mafalda could feel the head of his cock hitting her womb each time.
"You're mine."
Mafalda couldn't respond, her head falling the side as she scraped her nails down his back. Tommy reached down between them and tapped at her aching clit.
"Who does this belong to?"
"Tommy, please!" she cried. She was so, so close. Her emotions, his touch, was threatening to flow out of her in a rush.
"Say it! Whose cunt is this?" Tommy used his other hand and gripped her breast as leverage, grinding her clit with his fingers all the while his penis continued to plunder her tight channel. She was close, he could feel her walls clamping down tightly, sucking in his cock.
"Yours, it's all yours Tommy," Mafalda sobbed into her hand.
"Good girl." Tommy reached down and silenced her cries with his mouth, his tongue reaching in to taste. His fingers pinched down on her clit hard as he gave an exceptionally hard thrust into her, the bed frame rocking into the wall. Mafalda cried out, her vision going blurry as she felt the dam inside of her break and spill over Tommy's dick.
Tommy continued thrusting into her, her pussy contracting, milking his cock furiously, making it difficult for him to pull out. He shifted positions, making her sit on him as he watched her be bounced up and down by his thrusts, the only thing she could do was brace herself against him. She was so tight. He finally came with a groan, his hips stuttering against hers, his cum shooting deep inside of her. Mafalda moved to roll off of his cock but was stopped as Tommy held her against his chest.
"Don't. Not yet." If Mafalda was surprised by his sudden vulnerability, she didn't show it. She simply nodded and laid her head on his chest, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the safety and smallness she felt. Even waning, his cock had a considerable presence in her cunt, and every time she shifted, pleasurable tingles went through her spine. Their mixed cum slowly leaked out of her fluttering pussy, but Tommy paid no mind as he laid his hand almost posessively on Mafalda's ass.
A/N: Thank you sm for the most recent review, it makes me happy to know people like what I write! I'm back, I promise I won't abandon this story. I just don't have a cache of chapters written, so it takes a while each time. Plus, I'm supposed to be writing a term paper right now. Oops. Maybe I should go into ghostwriting romance novels instead ;)
I have big plans! There will be another PB fanfic after this, but idk if I should immediately do Alfies and Ana/Rurik's after or if I should do one that mixes the Netflix's Queen's Gambit with Peaky Blinders. Let me know in the comments section!