He clears his throat, panting a little with his jaw hanging open. His eyes are locked onto my lips.
"Did you hear me, Tom?" I ask after a short silence. "I want you to fuck me. Not make love to me. I want you to use me for your pleasure, okay?"
He shifts awkwardly. "I-I don't think I can."
My heart swells at the helplessness in his saddened tone. I brush my thumbs over his cheekbones which makes him look up at me. We are so close I can see my reflection in his pupils.
"You did the other night."
"And I hurt you."
"Tom," I breathe a soft laugh, cupping his face. "You didn't hurt me. I just ached because my body wasn't used to it. I'm fine now and that night was amazing."
"Okay." He nods but doesn't look completely convinced. "But we need a safe word, just in case."
I laugh a little. I've never needed a safe word before. But then again, my ex's were nothing compared to Tom.
"Okay…how about…." I search the flat then my eyes lock onto the fruit bowl. "Apples?"
"Yeah." I smile and lean into him. His erection digs into my belly button as I can feel the wetness of his pre-cum. "They remind me of another part of your body that I love."
He cocks his eyebrow.
I smile and peck his lips. "Your bum."
He tips his head back with a laugh. "Okay, apples it is." His head bounces back up. "Although, I don't really see the point of safe words. Surely STOP! Says it all?"
I laugh. "Well yeah, but some really kinky couples like to say 'stop' even when they don't want their partner to stop because it makes them feel like they're being violated or something and they find that sexy." I shrug. "I dunno."
"Hmmm…" He ponders over this for a moment, then a light sparks in his eyes and he arches an eyebrow at me. "Are you kinky?"
I splutter out an embarrassed laugh. "I don't know. I guess with you anything is possible."
He laughs, that perfect breathy chuckle which makes his tongue stick out between his teeth. It makes my pussy ache and suddenly remember that I'm naked from the waist down.
"Let's find out the, shall we?" His eyebrows dance and he shifts his lower body, making the tip of his cock rub against my stomach. "Now, come and fuck me. My balls feel like they're going to explode," he stains. A laugh bursts out of me. I really didn't expect that. Tom is such a well-spoken gentlemen and hearing something like that leave his mouth is comical and an unbelievable turn on at the same time.
"What happened to we have all the time in the world?" I arch an eyebrow and start to stroke his shaft which twitches at my touch. He groans then scowls at me playfully. I grin back and lift up over him. He holds my waist and guides himself into me. Our eyes are stuck to one anothers' as I sink down onto him. His teeth grit together. My jaw hangs open as he stretches me, fuelling the burning desire inside me. Once he's buried in me balls deep, he starts to fuck me. And I mean fuck me. Hard. Fast. Relentless. His hips jerk up as he slams me down against him, his fingertips digging into my hips. I meet his speed and bounce against him, clenching my pussy muscles as I do which makes him groan and tip his head back. While his throat is exposed to me, I lean down and start to suck on the hollow of his neck. He gurgles again and the vibration travels like a wave through my body, intensifying the pleasure between my thighs.
I press my palm into the back of the sofa to stabilise myself as I bring my other hand to his shoulder and start to trail my lips up to his ear, along his cheekbone, down his jaw then to his lips. He parts his lips with heavy lids, accepting my tongue as I probe his mouth.
My lower half is still rocking against him fiercely so that deep he has to break every few seconds so we can regain our breath. Sweat coats his forehead and his upper lip and his hands feel clammy against the bare skin of my hips. My vest top is slick and sticking to my back and I can feel sweat also brimming my forehead as I pant and moan against his lips.
I tip my head back and rock against him harder when I feel the familiar tingling sensation in my clit and the tightness in my stomach, signalling an upcoming orgasm. Tom's lips latch onto my neck and he kisses and licks my exposed skin. His hands then slip up my sides to my breasts and he cups them in his big hands. I'm not wearing a bra and my pyjama top is thin so my body jerks forward as a bolt of pleasure rushes through me when he brushes his thumbs across my nipples. He rubs them a little and the feeling is soft and soothing, so tender that it slows down my grinding and I get a sinking feeling that I wouldn't react my climax.
But then he simultaneously bits down on my neck and squeezes my nipples. My body writhes at the intense mixture of pleasure and pain and a strangle moan rips out of me. His hands then latch onto my hips again and he bucks his hips and throws me down onto him harder and I feel him grow bigger and start to pulsate inside me.
My orgasm attacks my body, sending my eyes rolling back and my jaw to hang open. Tom still pounds into me as he reaches his orgasm too and spills his seed inside me as I cum over his cock. Still, I rock against him as his body tightens and clenches at his orgasm, until he is completely spent and he starts to grow soft inside me.
My hands are shaking when I press them against his chest to steady myself. He's panting a little and he drops his forehead against mine, trying to collect himself.
In bed, I have the urge to sink into my usual position, with my arms wrapped around him and my chest to his back, but I remember what he said and I get this sinking feeling in my gut. He was right. A part of me did think that I was going to wake up alone. It was stupid, I know. But when you want something for so long and it was everything you imagined it would be, there is going to be this ominous dark cloud over you that reminds you that nothing is perfect.
So I twist my body so my back is to his. A cold breeze tickles my back at the space between our bodies. I want to feel his warmth so bad but I don't move. Instead, I curl my fingers into the duvet until they almost lose blood flow, and clench my eyes shut.
But then my heart flips when the bed shifts and I feel Tom moving around behind me. His arms slip round my stomach and he pulls me back into him and his warm chest presses against my back. My knees are tucked up and his are tucked up under them. I press my face into the pillow with a smile as butterflies swarm in my stomach.
A soft, content moan seeps out of me when I feel him press his lips against my shoulder blade.
"I'm not going anywhere," he murmurs against my skin.