Here comes the smut! No angst yet, but that will be coming soon. Anyway, hope you like it. Please leave a review if you have a spare second after reading.
Natural Love: Chapter 2
Sybil hadn't intended it to go this far. A cup of tea was all she was thinking; maybe a glass of wine. Jesus Christ, she had met this man only a few hours ago. But she couldn't seem to hold herself back, no matter how hard she tried. It didn't take long for the two of them to go from walking through the front door to making their way to Sybil's bedroom.
Sybil's folders had been abandoned on the kitchen table. They had gone to the kitchen first because Sybil really had planned to make them tea. That was all. Sybil knew that the feelings she had for Tom were ridiculous. Surely being this attracted to someone you've only known for a few hours wasn't normal. But Sybil couldn't deny her feelings. And, maybe she was imagining it, but it seemed as though Tom was feeling something similar towards her. He kept looking at her with sideways glances, almost afraid to look her in the eye. Then, just once, he looked at her directly, and she stared back at him for a number of seconds. That's where it began.
Tom stepped closer to her, but paused to say, "May I?" to which Sybil replied,
"Yes," before stepping forward herself and planting her lips firmly on his.
The force with which Sybil had flung herself at him caused him to stumble backwards slightly. He found his feet again and brought Sybil closer to him to continue kissing her. Her lips were soft and tasted of the cranberry juice she had drunk at the pub. She clearly felt a strong attraction for Tom, with her tongue trying to find its way into Tom's own mouth.
"Follow me," she whispered after a few frantic minutes of lips-on-lips contact. She took Tom by the hand and led him through the hall and up the stairs to her bedroom. She turned the light on as they entered the room and instantly took off her top, dropping it down to the floor.
"Are you sure?" Tom asked, wary that she might regret her decision to have sex with a man she barely knew.
"Positive," Sybil said, looking Tom straight in the eye.
Tom pulled off his own top and dropped it next to Sybil's. Sybil turned Tom around and pushed him backwards, her hands flat on his chest, until he fell backwards onto the bed. She straddled him and leant down to kiss him, her hands moving up to pull on his hair.
He ran his hands up and down her bare sides, wishing that he could feel her skin without her bra in the way. He smoothed his hand over her back and unhooked her bra with no protestation from her. The straps fell down her shoulders and she pulled them off her arms and threw the garment off the bed. Sybil sat up slightly and allowed Tom to look at her bare breasts. She took his hand and softly placed it over her breast, encouraging him to touch her.
Tom sat up slightly, Sybil still straddling him and he traced a finger over her stomach, up her waist and around her nipples, each in turn. All he could think about was how perfectly formed her body was. Her skin was soft, just as her lips were, though it wasn't as tanned as he had expected it to be. Judging from the faint tan lines on her arms, she was the sort of person who spent a decent amount of time in the sun, but only when wearing tops or dresses that covered most of her torso. She clearly wasn't the sort of girl to show off what she had to everybody who walked by, which Tom admired, considering that what she had was a gorgeous body.
Sybil reached down and caressed Tom's cock through the fabric of his jeans. It was already hard, but this didn't stop Sybil. She used both hands to undo his jeans and then slipped one hand down the front, making Tom whimper helplessly.
Tom couldn't let Sybil do all the hard work, so he returned the favour by placing a series of soft kisses around, and then on, her nipples, causing her to hum in pleasure. He then turned his attention to Sybil's own jeans. They were tight fitting, so he couldn't comfortably undo them and place his hand down them as she had done to him. He undid them and Sybil took the hint. She shimmied off Tom's lap and kicked her jeans off, along with her underwear, giving Tom a chance to do the same. They repositioned themselves on the bed with Sybil underneath Tom.
Tom began by kissing from her knee up to her core, once on each leg. He placed a solitary very gentle kiss on her wet centre, teasing her. She thrusted her hips up towards him, but he moved on. He trailed his tongue slowly along her stomach and then up between her breasts. He kissed the dip between her collar bones and then sowed a trail of kisses along her jawline. He reached her mouth and she moaned gently. He left a final trail of kisses down the centre of her body, between her breasts and over her stomach until he reached the wetness of her core. He kissed there softly, as he had done before, and again he pulled away as Sybil pushed her hips up towards him. But this time, he didn't turn his attention away from the area entirely. He gently fondled Sybil's clitoris with one finger, as he ran his thumb up and down her wet lips. Each time he moved his finger past her opening, she breathed in sharply. Clearly she wanted him. He gently inserted one finger, then two, then three, turning them upwards to stroke her G-spot.
Sybil let out a groan and said, "Yes, oh God, Tom, yes!"
Her inner walls closed around Tom's fingers and he slowly pulled his hands away from her centre. He moved to hover over her body and slowly he rubbed his hard cock over her wet lips. She raised her hips towards him, clearly wanting more.
"I haven't got any condoms," Tom said, only now realising. He had expected to end his day with a political rally, not with sex at someone else's house. Sybil quickly rolled over to open her bedside drawer and proceeded to pass him one. "Thanks," he said, quickly taking it out of its wrapper and rolling it onto himself.
Repositioning himself again, he slowly slipped into her. She threw her head back with joy and let out a long groan. She reached one hand down to rub her own clit as he began to pump his hips against hers. Sybil and Tom were each thrusting at different rates, so their movements were erratic and not the most comfortable in the world. But they continued on regardless. Sybil's groans were matched with Tom's, each of them getting progressively louder as the tension within their bodies built. Each time Sybil said Tom's name, he reciprocated by saying hers.
Before they had reached their climax, Tom slowed his action, causing Sybil to whimper. He leant forward and kissed Sybil's ear, her jawline and her cheek. She moaned deeply and pulled at Tom's hair. Tom's evening stubble was coarse against her skin, increasing the eroticism of the moment, if that was at all possible.
Sybil pushed her hips up against Tom's and he returned the favour. With Sybil still pulling at his hair and holding onto his upper arms, he increased the speed of his movements until the suspense that had been building within them had reached its end and dissipated.
Tom fell beside Sybil and Sybil moved on top of him. Though her breathing was heavy and irregular, she straddled him and kissed him deeply on the lips. Tom had expected Sybil to get her breath back before she started anything else, but it had been almost instant. She trailed kisses along his defined jaw, relishing the feel of his stubble against her lips.
Tom fondled Sybil's breasts, taking pleasure from the smooth feel of her skin against his fingers. Her nipples were still hard, so he flicked them gently, making Sybil groan once again.
"Do you want to go again?" Sybil said softly, still leaving kiss trails over Tom's chest.
"I'm not ready yet," Tom said, wishing to God that he was.
"I can fix that," Sybil said. She ground her hips against his in an attempt to stimulate him again. She then reached one hand down between them to stoke his penis and reached up with the rest of her body to gently kiss his neck and ear. Before long, Tom was fully prepared for another shot.
The next morning, Tom woke up with Sybil in his arms. The previous night had been spectacular. They had had sex three times, almost with no break between each session. Each time had been more intense and more frantic, as they became comfortable with one another and felt greater desire. Tom had known Sybil for just a little over 12 hours, during most of which they had been sleeping or fucking, leaving little time for actually getting to know one another. But despite this, it felt so natural to Tom to wake up with Sybil curled in his arms, with her hair sprawled out over the pillow, no doubt still full of the tangles which Tom had placed in it during last night's adventures.
Tom turned his head to look at the clock on Sybil's bedside table. 8:41 on a Saturday morning. Tom would usually have been up for an hour already and would be in the middle of a run. Tom thought it was important to have a bit of time to himself after a long week. His weekly Saturday morning run allowed him to spend some time alone, reflect a little on his week and get fit at the same time. Tom wasn't about to move now though. One week without a run surely couldn't do him any harm. Besides, it's not like he particularly needed to do more exercise after the workout he had had in this very bed some hours ago.
Sybil quietly stirred, shuffling her body weight slightly. She slowly opened her eyes and stretched her arms above her head. She rested one hand over Tom's torso and nuzzled into his shoulder, mumbling, "Morning."
"Good morning," Tom said back. He pulled his arm over to Sybil's and ran his hand up and down her upper arm.
Sybil twisted her head slightly and softly kissed Tom's shoulder. He leant his own head down to kiss Sybil through her hair.
"Last night," Sybil said, pausing to sit up a bit more so that she could look at Tom, "was remarkable."
"Last night you were remarkable," Tom said gently.
"Yeah, I'm not sure where it came from," Sybil said. "I'm not usually a sex on the first date kind of person."
"In your defence, I don't think either of us really realised that it was a date. It didn't feel like one, at least," Tom said. "There was no awkwardness there."
"Which is strange, really," Sybil said. "I've never felt that comfortable talking to anyone so soon after meeting them."
"Talking, or anything else, for that matter," Tom teased.
"Cheeky!" Sybil exclaimed, pushing Tom's shoulder away. Sybil shifted off the bed and said, "Do you want some breakfast?"
"Mm," Tom said, beginning to shift his own body out from under the covers.
"Meet me downstairs when you're ready then," Sybil said, tying a dressing gown around her body and walking out of the room, giving Tom a chance to get dressed in peace.
How did this feel so natural? How had she woken up wrapped in the arms of essentially a stranger and felt that it was so right? Sybil and Tom being together… it just felt like it was supposed to be.