*RATED M - You have been warned!
Chapter 15: I Am The Fire
December 8th, 2013 - 2230 (10:30 pm)
"Tom," she gasped as he pressed her against the wall of the shower. She craned her neck to the side, giving him more room to work as he continued nipping, licking, and sucking in the same spot he had this morning. He was making good on his promise to finish the hickey he had started.
Each nip of his teeth sent heat straight to her core.
"I love you," he whispered, moving his mouth back to hers. He reached up, one hand tangling in her wet locks, while the other brushed down her shoulder, across her back, and back up her stomach. She gasped as his fingers - large, warm, calloused fingers - danced across her abdomen and brushed underneath her breasts.
"I love you, too," she breathed, breaking away from his lips just long enough to respond to him. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she pressed her lips back to his, coaxing them open and touching her tongue to his. He groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair and pulling just hard enough to make her gasp. He swallowed the noise, breaking the kiss to continue loving a path down her neck. This time, he didn't stop at her shoulder, and pressed his lips lower, licking a path down her warm, wet skin.
"So beautiful," he breathed, and then his hot tongue brushed over one of her nipples. She gasped, throwing her head back against the wall, her eyes fluttering shut. It had been so long, so long since she had let anyone do this to her. It felt so good.
Tom laved her breast with his tongue, his hand reaching up to caress the other. His fingers danced over the soft, supple skin, flicking gently against the nipple while he sucked on the one in his mouth. Rachel keened underneath him, and, realizing that they had to be quiet or risk waking the kids, Tom reluctantly left her breast and leaned up to kiss her again.
"Please," she whispered, and he pulled back to kiss her cheek, her temple, her forehead, her eyelids.
"Please what, baby?" he asked, and rather than tell him using words, Rachel took one of his large hands in her own small one and pushed it down, down, until his fingers brushed against her soft, wet curls. When he drew a finger through her folds, she gasped, her eyes fluttering closed again. He paused to check in with her, cupping her cheek and waiting until she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Is this OK?" he asked softly, showering her face with kisses while he waited for her to respond.
She nodded enthusiastically, her chest heaving. She gasped a breath in, and then used her free hand to pull his face to hers. He eagerly kissed her while moving his hand further down, dipping inside her, feeling how wet she was. He groaned against her lips at the feeling, using his free hand to hold onto her hips.
"So wet," he gasped, as Rachel panted against his ear.
"All for you," she said, and he couldn't help himself at her words. He kneeled down slowly, not breaking eye contact, one hand lifting her left leg at the knee and balancing it on his shoulder while the other spread her wet folds.
He looked up in question, needing assurance.
Rachel nodded so quickly that she felt dizzy, and struggled to keep her eyes open as Tom leaned forward and swept his tongue through her wet heat, tasting her for the first time. She had to shove her fist into her mouth to keep from crying out as he licked her, his tongue circling around her clit while the fingers of his free hand pressed inside of her.
She came embarrassingly quickly, around two of Tom's fingers, with his tongue circling her sensitive bud. She cried out, unable to stop herself, and Tom gently but quickly put her leg down, standing up to capture her lips with his to muffle the sound. His plan backfired, though, because when she tasted herself on his lips, she groaned again, loudly.
"Shh," he cautioned her, and she glared up at him through hazy eyes, panting.
"Oh my god," she gasped, and he smirked, pleased with himself, and then reached behind her for the shampoo. She looked at him in astonishment. "You're going to wash my hair?" she asked incredulously. "Now?"
Tom chuckled, kissing her again. He meant for it to be a chaste kiss, but she grabbed his face in both of her hands, keeping him there so that she could brush her tongue over his, wanting to taste him and her together. He obliged her for for several moments, and then broke away, breathing in deeply to help control himself.
"Yes, now," he said, and squeezed some of the vanilla scented shampoo into his hand before reaching for her hair. "We're going to run out of hot water soon. Also, if I don't calm down, I'm going to embarrass myself."
Rachel smiled brightly, and tried to reach a hand between them to grasp his erection, but he stopped her, grabbing her hand in his free one, holding it against the shower wall.
"Rachel," he warned. "My self control is very thin right now, and when I come, I want to be inside of you."
Rachel groaned, her eyes closing as another wave of arousal coursed through her. Her whole body felt hot at his words, and she wanted that. She wanted that a lot, right now.
"Not in the shower," he said, as if reading her thoughts. "I will not be explaining the resulting injuries to Doc Rios."
Giggling, Rachel relented, and leaned forward to let Tom scratch his fingers across her scalp, gently washing her hair. He helped her rinse, and then handed her the washrag so she could wash quickly while he did his own hair.
Just as the water was beginning to run cold, they finished, and Tom shut off the shower before grabbing their towels from the night before. He wasn't sure he had ever dried off faster in his entire life, quickly rubbing himself down before securing the towel around his waist. It did next to nothing to hide his need for her, and he looked up to see her staring at the impressive tent in his towel, her own towel frozen as she dried her hair.
Tom chuckled, and reached out to help her, taking the towel in his hands and gently running it down her body. He couldn't help himself, and brushed purposely over her sensitive nipples as he went, kissing over each patch of skin as he dried it.
"Bed," she said, when he was done. "Now. Please."
Tom nodded, just as eager, and wrapped the towel around her body, tucking it in. If it weren't for the kids in between them and their goal, he would have skipped the towel all together, picked her up, and carried her to his bed.
As it was, he opened the bathroom door and peeked out cautiously, breathing a sigh of relief when he noticed that both kids were still asleep. Ashley and Sam had always had the ability to sleep like the dead. It had been next to impossible to wake them up for school some mornings. Tom was hopeful that they still slept that way, because he planned on needing several hours alone with Rachel before he was satisfied and ready to sleep.
Tom gestured for Rachel to exit the bathroom. She slipped out quietly after gathering their clothes up in her hands. Once in the bedroom, she carefully draped his service uniform over a hanger in the closet, not wanting it to get wrinkled or ruined. Their t-shirts, underwear, and her pants ended up on the floor. She could worry about those later.
Tom waited exactly as long as it took her to hang up his uniform before crowding up against her, his hands going around her front to untuck the towel and then press her body back against his. She gasped as she felt his arousal against the small of her back, and ground gently back against him.
"Tom, please," she begged, and he leaned down to kiss her neck, his hands tracing the length of her body again, re-memorizing her skin now that it was soft and dry. It felt different than when she was wet.
He loved her both ways. He loved her all ways.
"Patience," he requested. "I'm going to make you feel so good."
Rachel nodded, surrendering herself to him. She let herself relax against his body as he maneuvered her around to walk her back toward the bed. He pressed her down onto it, settling her head on the pillow before he shed his own towel and climbed in beside her.
"Hi," he whispered, propping his hands on either side of her head. He looked down, met her eyes, and smiled softly, unable to help himself. He leaned down and kissed her again, gently, lovingly.
"Hey," she said, and let her fingers wander.
Before she could get where she wanted to, he grabbed her wrist and pressed her hand into the pillow above her head.
She groaned. "I want to touch you."
He grinned, letting his mouth wander down to her chest again.
"Patience."
Rachel groaned in frustration, but let him explore her. He kissed down her body, skipping past her breasts, dipping his tongue into her belly button and making her laugh. He smiled against her skin, caressing her thighs and encouraging them to fall open as he moved down her body. He let himself have a quick taste of her as he moved down, noting that she was even wetter than before, but didn't linger. He kissed and caressed every inch of her, from the soft skin inside her thighs to the backs of her knees. When he had both hands wrapped around her ankles, he looked up and met her eyes from the bottom of the bed.
She was staring at him with a heavy lidded look. Her hands were obediently on the pillow above her head, her chest heaving. Her skin, from her cheeks down to her breasts, was red and flushed.
She was so goddamn beautiful.
"So beautiful," he whispered, and then he kissed his way back up her body. He got distracted by the creamy skin of her inner thighs, and spent far too long kissing and nipping at the skin there. After several minutes, he sat back on his haunches, staring hungrily at the red marks he had left that were going to bloom into hickeys. He felt his arousal flare as he stared at the marks on her inner thighs, as he glimpsed the glistening skin of her center.
"Please," she whispered again, and this time he crawled back up her body, laving attention on her breasts on his way back up.
He caught her lips in a kiss, and then reached between them to stroke himself a few times, groaning at the feeling of his own hand.
It was while he was distracted that Rachel turned the tables, taking him off guard and flipping him over. She stared down at him, her eyes sparkling as she licked her lips. She sat across his upper thighs and groaned low in her chest as she reached out and took his length into her hand. He was long and thick, bigger than she had ever taken.
Tom grunted, his head hitting the pillow heavily. He reached one arm up and dropped it over his eyes. If he watched her touching him, her soft inviting body on full display, this would be over before it began.
"My turn," she said, and kept her eyes on his face as she leaned down. He knew what was coming, but still wasn't prepared when her red, swollen lips wrapped around the thick head of his cock. He groaned loudly, his hand leaving his face to reach down and tangle in her hair. He wanted badly to thrust up into her warm mouth, but held himself back, gasping as her tongue circled him. She bobbed up and down his length a few times, and then pulled off, her hand caressing him from base to tip as she breathed in deeply.
"Rachel," he groaned, deep and guttural. "You have to stop. I'll come if you don't stop."
Rachel looked down at him, her eyes half closed with arousal. She was torn. She very much wanted to feel him inside of her, but the thought of him coming in her mouth was also appealing. Before she could decide what she wanted to do, Tom had taken hold of her hips and pulled her up his body so she was sitting on his hips.
"You're sure?" he asked. He had to check in once more, make sure she wanted this just as much as he did.
"Tom, I want you," she whispered, leaning down to kiss him softly. "I love you. I want you inside of me. I want to make you feel good, and I want you to make me feel good. In this bed, here and now, there's just me and you. I'm not thinking of anyone or anything else. Just you. Please."
Well, then.
Tom smiled, reaching up to brush her hair behind her ear with his hand. Her long, brown locks had fallen while she was kissing him, framing both of their faces.
"I love you," he whispered, as he reached down with his hand and lined himself up with her hot, wet core. As she started to sink down, inch by inch, his hands went to her hips to help control her descent.
Oh, God, she was so tight.
He groaned deep in his chest, eyes fluttering closed as she finally bottomed out, her pelvis flush against his. She gasped at the feeling of being so full. He was big, and the stretch hurt a little bit. But beyond the sting of pain, she felt deliciously full. She pressed her hand to her lower belly, imagining that she could feel him there.
"OK?" he asked, and she nodded.
"Just... need a minute."
He nodded, using every ounce of his self control to hold himself still. His hands played with the soft skin of her belly, one hand holding her still and the other brushing up and down her back.
"Why are you so big?" she groaned, leaning back and bracing her hands on his knees as she stretched. Her own knees were braced on either side of his hips.
Tom chuckled. "Could ask you the same. You're so damn tight."
Rachel smiled, and then reached forward to rest her palms on his chest. She cautiously lifted herself up a few inches and let herself fall back down, moaning at the delicious feeling of friction as he moved inside of her. Her arms were trembling, and she knew that she would need him to do most of the work tonight. As if sensing her thoughts, he settled his hands back on her hips, helping her move up and down slowly a few times.
"Fuck. Rachel. Can I-"
"Whatever you want," she gasped out, and he braced her body, holding her pelvis tight to his as he flipped them over, settling her head against the pillow. Her hair fanned out around her face; she was a vision beneath him.
He leaned down, kissing her softly as he pulled almost all of the way out before thrusting back in. He kept his lips on hers, swallowing her gasp as he continued to thrust deep and hard. She arched up against him, pressing her chest to his, one of her hands twining in his hair and holding on tight.
"Not gonna last long," he groaned, reaching one hand between them to press against her clit.
"Me either," she gasped, meeting his every thrust, undulating her body against his. "Right there. Please, right there," she moaned loudly as he changed his angle slightly and hit a spot inside of her that made her see stars.
He grunted, nodded, and pressed his sweaty head into her shoulder as he continued to thrust in and out of her welcoming body. "Come with me," he gasped, rubbing her clit softly, teasingly, as he increased the pace of his thrusts.
She obliged immediately, her walls fluttering around his length, and he followed her over the edge, thrusting in hard and holding there as he emptied himself inside of her.
His whole body was shaking as he came down from his high. Without pulling out, he laid on his side and wrapped his arms around Rachel. Her body was on fire, flushed, trembling.
"OK?"
She nodded against his chest, struggling to breathe. "More than," she said, pressed herself tighter to him, as if she could crawl into his skin. "I love you."
"I love you, too," he whispered, kissing her forehead, her eyelids, her nose. He captured her lips with his and kissed her for as long as he could before he had to breathe. When he pulled back, he set his forehead against Rachel's, grinning at her. She was smiling back at him, reaching one hand up to trace his cheekbone and brush over his lips.
They stayed in each other's arms for as long as they could. When their sweat began to cool and become uncomfortably sticky, Tom finally pulled back, letting his softening erection slip from her body. She moaned at the loss, and then grimaced as she felt his come leak out of her.
Tom motioned for her to stay laying down and quickly wrapped a towel around his waist again.
He kissed her on the forehead, pulling back to look in her eyes. "I'll be right back. Stay there."
She nodded. She wasn't sure she would be able to move even if she wanted to.
He exited the room quietly, and was back within moments, holding a wet, warm cloth. He used it to clean both of them up, and then tossed it in the corner with their clothes. Then he paused, considering.
"As much as I would love to sleep naked with you," he said. "The chance of nightmares is too high. We should probably wear something to bed, just in case Ashley or Sam come in."
"Mm," Rachel agreed sleepily. She was about to get up when Tom shook his head. He reached for her bag, grabbing a pair of panties and one of his large t-shirts. He helped her into the clothes before putting on a t-shirt and boxers of his own.
Once they were both covered enough to be decent should a small child enter in the middle of the night, Tom crawled into bed beside Rachel and opened his arms. She came willingly, molding her body to his, wanting to be as close to him as she could possibly get.
"Any regrets?" he asked.
She shook her head. "None. That was amazing. I feel so good," she whispered, and he smiled, pressing her forehead into his chest.
He rested his chin on top of her hair, and breathed in as deeply as he could, memorizing her scent as his eyes began to slip closed.