TOMMY

Once we reach our room, I snatch the staff out of his hand and shove them in the nearest corner as he closes and locks the door. In another minute, we're in each other's arms and kissing fiercely, almost desperately. Clothes are flying everywhere as we move over to the bed. I want him to take me, but a little fear plus how much I need him right now make that impractical. "Thomas, need you."

"Need you too." Quickly, we get on the bed and I can't help but stroke him, needing to touch him, as I move into position. I hold myself back long enough to make sure that he's ready for me.

"Please, love."

Unable to wait any longer, I thrust deep, earning me a groan of pleasure from my mate. And oh my god he's never felt this good before. A small voice in the back of my head reminds me that touch is, in fact, a sense and very probably enhanced with all the rest and I'm forced to take a moment to gather myself so that this isn't over too soon.

"Thomas, please. Can't wait anymore." And hearing him beg me like that, so needy, is another turn on. I immediately begin to move and my head begins to swim from the intensity of the sensations. I capture his mouth in another firm kiss.

I move faster and harder. "Oh god Zedd, you feel so good. I don't know if I can hold on much longer."

"Thomas!" he cries out, every muscle tightening as he surrenders to the pleasure and I follow with a loud cry of my own, surprised by how fast and yet satisfying the entire ordeal was.

Both of us are breathing heavily as I pull out and lie down next to him. He takes my hand and we lace our fingers together. Once we've recovered somewhat, he grabs a small towel off the nightstand and cleans up a little before pulling me against his side. I prop up on one elbow so I can see him better as I stroke my hand on his chest.

His voice is soft but filled with pleasure and mirth when he speaks. "That was amazing. We should threaten to kill my ex-mates more often. It could be a couple's activity we do together." Funny.

"How about we settle for a movie instead."

"Either is good." Smiling as I continue to stroke his skin slowly, he threads his fingers through my hair. "What are you thinking about?"

"Wondering what it is about you that makes me want you all the time." I give him a look, stopping him before he can make some kind of egocentric comment. "I'm being serious."

Quickly switching gears, he shrugs lightly. "The bond certainly helps us be closer and the mating has solidified and strengthened that."

"Sometimes it's like I can't get enough of you."

"I know what you mean." He pulls me down for a quick kiss.

A random thought crosses my mind and I laugh lightly. "Thank goodness you're not a female. At the rate we've been going at it, you'd probably be pregnant by now." He smiles weakly, but oddly enough doesn't join in on my laughter. "What?"

"Well, it is possible-"

"What?!" I sit up. I know that my eyes are wide and I'm on the verge of freaking out as my brain locks up.

"-for me to be made pregnant. We'd have to involve Pina so that she can take care of the actual fertilization process and implantation so that I could carry a child, but it's not impossible and certainly not something that could result just from our mating."

I sag slightly in relief. "Don't scare me like that!"

"Well if you had let me finish before you lost your mind-"

"You shouldn't have said it like that!"

"Calm down, love. I'm not currently wanting to be 'pregnant' and have no plans to be anytime soon."

"Good because I'm not ready to be a father yet."

"I'm not either. Now come back here." I settle back against him. It's not long before his hands start to wander over me. I'm a little surprised when my body starts to respond already. "Man nearly tearing someone apart does get you in the mood doesn't it" he teases lightly.

"I think it's more to do with adjusting to my new hormone levels." Though the thought of doing permanent damage to that bastard Annwyl is somewhat satisfying.

"Let's see if we can't work on helping you adjust then." Continuing to stroke his fingers up and down my back, taking his time now, I'm not surprised when he reaches the end of my spine and pauses. "Thomas, I want to touch you."

"Yes." He kisses me as his hands work their way where he wants to be - where I want him to be. Once again, he touches me lightly, giving me time to get used to being touched there again and the new level of sensation it now gives me. I can't help the moan. "Oh god Zedd."

"Just like last time, Thomas." His soft words have barely registered when his finger slips in slightly, making me moan even louder. He presses a little further, stopping where he did the last time, but there is definitely no discomfort this time. I feel him stiffen against me. "Thomas? Are you all right? It feels like-"

He stops and I realize that he's worried that I've been hurt somehow - that he's hurt me. Once more, I capture his mouth hungrily. When I release him, I say, "I'm fine. More, Zedd, please."

I can tell the instant he understands what's happened to me and just what it means for us. He trembles slightly as he presses kisses on my neck and shoulder before slowly working his way further. My mind is swamped with pleasure as he slides his finger out and then back in. I whimper as he continues at the same maddeningly slow pace. My hands are fairly busy on him as well and he moans too. "Easy, love. Not too fast."

It's all I can do to make myself understood. "Want you - need you."

"I know, but you aren't ready yet."

"Zedd-" The needy whine seems to get through and he moves his finger faster for a minute. He backs out entirely, but before I can protest, he's pressing in again. By the stretching feeling that's with it, I'm guessing he's using two fingers now and oh, god it feels awesome in spite of the slight discomfort from never having been touched like this before. He's back to moving slowly, but the feeling of being filled certainly makes up for the snail's pace - for the moment. The hell with thinking! All I want to do is to feel and react. I let go and he moves faster. He wraps his other hand around me and it only takes a few strokes before I explode, crying out who knows what in my pleasure as my entire body reacts to the release.

I'm still gasping for air when thought returns. I moan once more when he slowly removes his fingers from inside me. Once he's out, however, I want to return the favor so to speak. I push him over on his back and shortly I have him in my mouth and using every bit of my limited skill for his pleasure - wanting him to feel as good as he made me feel. I can feel his fingers running through my hair, grip tightening as he goes over the edge as well.