The sight of this girl, this woman, twitching in ecstasy below him is maddening. He is drunk on her. Her passion mingling with his own is a heady mixture, sending him reeling.
For the love of all that is Holy, I need to be inside her.
His length still strains against his jeans and boxers, almost painfully now. While she recovers, he slips them off, freeing himself with a sigh of relief. Quickly, he scrambles in his beside table for a condom, tearing it open and rolling it on with impatient, shaking hands.
He positions himself between her legs, resting on his forearms so he doesn't hurt her. He nuzzles his nose against hers until her eyes finally flutter open.
"Was that OK?"
She can barely answer.
"Are you kidding?"
He laughs, softly, lips grazing hers.
"I want you," he whispers, "I want to see you do that over, and over again. I want to take you hard, fast, slowly, gently, every way imaginable. I want my name to fall from your lips in a thousand different ways. I want to leave you breathless. I want to worship every centimetre of your astonishing body with every inch of mine."
At this, he runs the tip of his cock along her warm, wet folds.
Holy. Fuck. Rein it in, Tom. Think calming thoughts...
She flinches and gasps with anticipation, making him smile.
"Is that alright with you, darling?"
And when she finally answers, her 'Oh God, Yes' morphs from a, barely audible whisper to a scream, as he plunges his thick, solid cock deep into her.
The second he sheathed himself inside you, you knew it wouldn't be long before you came again. The dull, familiar ache, low down in your pelvis, built with every stroke he took into you.
"Oh my God..." you pant, "Tom, Tom, you have to slow down..."
He does, almost stopping, looking down at you with worry etched across his face.
You smile and shake your head, feebly.
"No! No, you aren't hurting me, I'm just very close."
That grin slowly splits his face, that 'Loki' grin, that 'Bad Guy' smile.
"Oh really? How interesting..." he purrs, his voice tinged with threat.
He kneels up, resting back on his heels and the minute your hips are pulled up off the bed, you know you're in serious fucking trouble.
He clings to your hips with vice-like hands and slams himself into you. Hard. All the way to the hilt. Over and over and over again.
"Come for me." he groans out, trying to fight against his own growing pleasure.
The tip of his cock hits the G-Spot you didn't even realise you had, with every thrust. The pressure inside you builds and builds until, finally, it splinters, and he slows down, letting your hips ebb and flow over him. Letting you ride out your orgasm in your own time.
One, large hand runs down your tummy, covering you, caressing your breasts as you jerk around him.
You look up at him. His forehead is creased with concentration, flinching every time your walls tighten on his cock. He moans your name and pushes into you gently.
Mischief flares in you.
You slide him out of you, ignoring the bereft look on his face and the pouty little noise that he makes. His eyes widen in shock as you push him back into the pillows and kneel over him, whispering into his ear.
"My turn..."
His dick kicks out at her words, and he strains his hips up to enter her.
But she pulls away and he sees a wanton smile curl the edges of her mouth, impishly.
"Now, now." she teases, "Be a good boy."
He sinks back into the pillows and lets his hands wrap themselves around her soft thighs.
Well, this is interesting... my little fairytale princess has a wicked side...
She kisses him languidly, and, while he is thus distracted, lowers herself onto him, enveloping just, just, the tip of his hardness in her velvet slit.
"Fuck..." he breathes against her lips.
She looks down at him, innocently, her hips bobbing ever so slightly on his engorged head.
"Why, Mr Hiddleston... whatever is the matter?" she coos.
His reply grumbles out of him, his fingers digging into her thighs.
"You know very fucking well, what, young lady."
"Hmmmmm." She moans, her tongue massaging his sensuously, "Yeah... I do."
And slowly she inches him inside her, eliciting the most wonderful noises from him. He lies, his cock enclosed in her, unable to think straight.
"What do you want me to do to you?" she teases, revolving her hips imperceptibly.
Oh, what don't I want you to do to me, you little minx...
"I... Christ... anything."
"Tell me..." she demands, bucking her hips against him, coercively.
He sits up and envelops her in his arms, pleading;
"Fuck me, fuck me until all I can see is you."
And she grinds against him, matching him thrust for thrust as they frantically begin to move. He watches her losing herself, head rolling back with pleasure. He dips his lips to the seductive hollow at the base of the throat, and grazes his teeth on the porcelain skin there.
His movements are erratic now and he feels himself losing control, her pussy clenching down on him as he moves inside her.
Christ, she's so tight! I can't hold on much longer...
But she's one step ahead of him, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he tilts her hips to hit that sweet spot inside her.
"Tom... I... I'm..." she pants.
He is too and he'll be damned if she's not coming with him into insensibility. He brushes her clit with his thumb and she explodes around him. They cry out in unison and he pumps jerkily into her, clinging to her as he comes, hard.
She lets out a final shudder against him, before they fall back into the mattress, still holding onto each other for dear life.
Breathless, gasping for air, they gaze at each other, locked in their embrace. He whispers her name, it's all he can think of to say, and she smiles, mirroring his bliss, curling her fingers against his broad chest.