She was a damn vision.
As her heavy-lidded eyes worked their way from his chest downward, he removed his pants. Tom was as hard as a hammer and wanted to pound the hell out of her.
A grin split her lips when her eyes widened in surprise after landing on his cock. Hovering over her, he spoke against her neck. “Still so beautiful.”
Nudging her head back with his nose, he placed soft kisses along her delicious neck then nipped her, followed by another soft kiss. Tom wasn’t a gentle lover . . . he liked to push the boundaries. Mia had liked it that one night, and he’d be sure to do it again right now.
Using his teeth, he created a trail of goose bumps over her shoulder and down her chest until he reached her breast where he couldn’t resist taking a bite. She screamed out yet held him in place. He captured her nipple between his lips and sucked away the soreness he’d caused.
The sexy noises coming from her continued as he paid special attention to her perfect breasts while sneaking his hand downward, zeroing in on the small nub that had her screaming out.
Fuck!
With just a few swipes to her clit, he had her coming.
“So responsive, Mia,” he said, his voice rough with his desire before continuing his exploration.
Needing to sample her back as well as see that ass of hers in the air, he flipped her over. As his lips tickled up her back, Tom wrapped his fist with her hair and pulled her head back to claim her lips in a possessive kiss. In this moment, Mia was his and he wanted her to know it.
Molding his body to hers, he rested his rock hard cock on the crack of her ass. Mia squirmed against him, her ass moving along his dick. She yanked her head away, took a deep breath, and on the exhale spoke his name.
Tom smiled and returned to her space, his teeth gliding back and forth along her shoulder blade then stopped at her ear. “What do you want, Mia?”
While he waited for her answer, he focused on her staccato breaths and felt his breath mimic hers when she responded. “Fuck me.”
“Turn around then.”
“No.”
No? She said no.
The flat of his hand tapped her ass before he could even think about it. Shit, he thought as she tensed up.
“No?” he asked, rubbing the spot where he’d spanked her, hoping to soothe her.
“That’s what I said,” she shot back.
He laughed in relief. “Get on those hands and knees then,” Tom said as he stepped away from her and searched for his pants . . . and his wallet. Mia quickly scrambled to do as he said, looking over her shoulder.
Ah ha, he thought, curbing the desire to pump his fist in the air as he pulled the foil wrapper out of its home.
“You have a condom?”
Glancing up from rolling the rubber down his cock, he nodded. “I’ve had a condom in my wallet since the day after I met you.”
“That’s not expired, is it?” she asked.
As he walked back to the bed, he grinned at her joke. Kneeling down behind her, he gripped her hips. “Give me a little credit. I changed it out on Friday,” he said, nipping a delicious trail up her back.
Her short-lived giggle turned to a groan of pleasure when he placed his lips on the skin of her neck and sucked deeply. Before things got too crazy, he moved her hair from her face and spoke four words that hurt to admit. “I’ve missed you, Mia.”
“I missed you too, Tom.”
The small part of him that doubted that took over. That had wanted her. That had wondered why things had changed between them . . . why it had been so long since they’d seen each other. “Have you?” he asked, roughly pulling her to him, his cock falling into position against her wet pussy.
“I have,” she said, scrambling around to face him, grabbing his face and forcing him to see her. “Tom, how could I not miss you?” she said, kissing his lips. “Let me show you,” she spoke against his mouth.
He moaned loudly when her lips touched his chest, lingering in place for a beautifully long moment before she explored his entire torso. Not one inch was missed. He didn’t resist when she pushed him to the bed. She quickly followed, straddling him, her heat warming his stomach.
“Let me show you,” she repeated, adjusting herself so she was right over him. With her eyes locked on his, she slowly descended upon his cock, her opening adjusting as he filled her.
Dear fucking God . . . she felt so much better than he remembered.
Gripping her hips, he groaned. “Fuck, Mia.” He couldn’t move. His body was in fucking shock to be inside of her once again. Her eyes fluttered shut as her body accommodated more of him. After a moment, they flitted open and she looked at him curiously.
“What are you looking at?” she asked.
A thoughtful smile replaced the tense grimace he’d had and spoke his truth. “One of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”
Miss Bigtime rolled her eyes then shook her head causing her long waves to partially cover her breasts. Fuck, she looked absolutely stunning.
“God, I wish you could see what I see. The way your hair falls, framing that pretty face of yours. The flush your skin takes on when you’re turned on. The way you let the pleasure envelope you. You don’t hide it. It’s right there on your face. It’s hard to look away from that. It’s always been hard to look away from you,” he said, unable to stopper his truth jar.
“Tom . . .”
“Don’t freak out on me. They’re only words.”
“No. Those are feelings,” she countered.
“You’re right, they are. I have feelings. Like right now, I feel you gripping my cock and I feel like I’m in fucking heaven.”
He didn’t want her uncomfortable and knew he needed to switch topics fast. Though instead of words he’d use his body. With a tilt of his hips, she released a long, shaky breath, her pussy squeezing him hard with that move.
“Did you feel that?”
“Yes,” she groaned. He did it again and she fell forward, bracing herself with her hands on either side of his head.
“How about this?” he asked, intent on continuing this sweet torture.
Capturing her nipple, he sucked on it hard.
“Oh, God, Tom!” she called out as she spasmed around his dick.
“Damn, you can feel that.”
“Move, Tom. Now,” she ordered in response, wrapping her arms around his neck. It was an order he was all too happy to follow. Thrusting his hips up, he pounded into her while she held on for dear life, almost choking him. Digging his fingertips into her ass, he held her in place as he plunged inside of her over and over again.
Wanting to see her face as she came, he paused and flipped them over so she lay beneath him, her hair fanned out, covering the pillows.
Her hips met each and every one of his thrusts. He needed to slow this down just a tad and held her hips steady. In just a few more strokes he had her a moaning mess as an orgasm washed over her.
Shit . . . he hadn’t expected the strength of her release and that pulled him over with her. Tom collapsed on top of her and captured her mouth in a quick kiss.
As much as he wanted to curl up with her, Tom needed to discard the well-used condom. He crawled off her and ran to the bathroom. When he returned, Mia was still in the same position as he’d left her. Tom got into bed and pulled her to him, not wanting to let her go.
Tom
April 30, 2008
“Mia!” Tom called out as he walked into her house. After finishing up at work for the day, the need to see her overpowered him and instead of going home to take care of Foxy, he called his mom and asked her if she could. Then he jumped on his motorcycle and maneuvered through rush hour traffic to Mia’s.
When she didn’t answer, he figured she was probably some place where she couldn’t hear him. Quickly checking her backyard and after not seeing her, he hurried up the back stairs of her three-flat all the way to the rooftop. That’s where he found her sitting in a lounge chair, knees up to her chest, lookin
g south at the city skyline. It was a beautiful sight. The city not his sad girlfriend . . . though even in her sadness she was stunning.
The past weeks had been beyond amazing. Tom had Mia—the one he’d wanted for years. He would’ve loved to have shouted it from the rooftops, but Mia had wanted to keep things quiet. She’d said she feared the paparazzi catching wind of them and didn’t want to pull him into the ugly world of the tabloids.
And as much as he wanted to tell everyone, Tom enjoyed these quiet times with her—just them getting lost in one another. In her body. All the ways he’d learned to make her scream in pleasure. All the ways they’d made each other laugh. But then there were the times when he found her looking so lost, so bleak, it scared him.
The tumbler dangling from her hand was mostly empty. It surprised him yet it didn’t that she’d already been drinking—alone. He knew the kinds of things she had done in the past . . . the same as Marc. He knew because he’d been there by their sides, doing it right with them . . . on occasion. Normally, he acted as the responsible one, the designated driver.
Tom wasn’t naïve; he knew Marc and Mia did more, knew that they did so because of what they fought internally. Tom worried about both of them and desperately wanted to help, but didn’t know how.
Approaching her chair, Tom called out Mia’s name. Her back straightened and the hand without the drink went to her face, swiping at her eyes. He didn’t want her crying alone. She’d been lost when he’d arrived—lost in that mind of hers, those thoughts dark enough to bring her to this point.
“Hi, Tommy,” she said with a tremulous smile on that gorgeous face of hers. He didn’t like that she tried to hide what was bothering her from him. Not one bit.
He threw a leg over the chair and then pulled her legs on either side of him. “Baby girl . . .”
“Off work?” she asked, ignoring the plea in his previous words.
“Yeah,” he said. Leaning in, he waited for her to meet him the rest of the way. She knew what he expected and her lips quirked in amusement at that, but she did what he wanted and met his lips with her own and kissed him, her luscious lips hugging his bottom one like they always did when she began her kisses. Teasing him a little more, she finally opened her mouth for his attack and his tongue swept into her mouth, pulling her from those depressive thoughts that had her in their clutches just a few moments ago.
Knowing he had to get her out of that house . . . out of her mindset, he broke the kiss. “Pack your stuff. My place tonight.”
A small smile touched her lips. She hadn’t been there yet and this seemed to please her.
Standing as elegantly as she could with him between her legs, Mia skimmed her smooth leg over his thighs. Wrapping his hand around one of her thighs, he reminded her to wear jeans. With a nod, she headed inside. When he made his way down, Mia was zipping up a small duffel bag. Tight jeans hugged her lower half while an equally tight white t-shirt covered her torso. Over that she had on an old leather jacket that she’d had for ages.
“I’m ready,” she offered him.
Grabbing the bag in one hand and her hand in another, Tom led her out of the house and to his bike which he’d parked right in front of her house. After securing her bag to the back rack, he threw a leg over the bike and got on. Mia waited for his okay then joined him, sliding her long fingers over his abs, holding herself to him.
Hoping he’d be hitting the tail end of rush hour, Tom set off. As he maneuvered his bike onto the Eisenhower expressway, her grip tightened around his waist and then he felt her body start to quake. She was crying and his heart broke because of it. He wanted to pull over and console her but he had a feeling the privacy she had right now was the only reason she let herself cry. Picking up speed, Tom wove in and out of traffic as Mia’s body purged itself of whatever it was that had her in its grip.
When he pulled off the highway, her hold loosened on him, but not the vice of her thighs; it got stronger. Her hands fell from his body. Looking in the side mirror, he saw her leaning away from him, her back straight and her arms out wide. There was no smile on her face, but her eyes were closed and her face appeared calmer, though he could still see the tracks left by her tears.
Pulling into his driveway, he killed the engine and they sat in silence. He engaged the stand and stood up, got off, then got back on, this time facing her. Grazing his thumb along her cheek, his eyes moved over her face. A shaky breath passed over her pouty lips.
“Mia?”
She slid down the seat and put her legs over his thighs, her wonderful heat now pressed against his cock. He couldn’t and didn’t stop his response to that. He was a man who loved this woman’s body, who loved sex with her.
“I need you to kiss me, Tom. I need you to make it go away.”
“Make what go away, baby girl?” he pushed.
She pursed her lips and shook her head slightly. “Please, Tom. Kiss me,” she begged, pulling on his shirt.
And he did.
Cupping her face, his lips found hers ready for him. They battled to lead the kiss, teeth and tongues thrashing against the other until she finally submitted to him and let him be in control. Even though she relinquished control of the kiss, her body didn’t submit. He loved the way she ground that pussy of hers against his cock, making him wish he would’ve parked in the garage so he could strip her and put her on his lap and fuck the hell out of her on this bike.
Tom needed her inside now.
Securing her legs around his waist, he stood up, straddling the bike then lifted his leg over. Carrying her up the front steps, he clumsily unlocked the door. Once he crossed over the threshold, he kicked the door shut, his eyes assessing where he wanted her. He didn’t know that yet, but what Tom did know was that he wanted this woman naked. Releasing her, she slid to the floor and stood in front of him, her face flushed with anticipation, awaiting his direction.
“Undress for me, baby girl.”
His words lit a fire in her as she enthusiastically kicked off her shoes at the same time she shed her jacket and then lifted the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. Intent on removing her clothes and not looking at him, those long fingers of hers went straight to her jeans that had definitely seen better days but that looked fucking perfect on her. Sliding the button through the hole, she pulled down the zipper and quickly stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
In only her hot pink bra and thong, she lifted her eyes to his as her hands hovered at her hips, waiting for his word. He didn’t know what he wanted—he was struck by how beautiful she truly was. From the first day he met her almost a decade ago to this moment and every single damn time in between her beauty floored him.
The need to see her from behind drove his next words. “Turn around, Mia, and place both hands on the arm of the sofa,” he ordered and saw the glimmer of a smile touch those gorgeous lips of hers.
She did as he requested, turning quick enough to not seem too eager but slow enough to let him enjoy the show. Mia placed her hands on the sofa, bending just right, making that ass a magnet for his hands. Reaching out, his fingers dug into the flesh and walked to her until his body was flush against hers. He leaned down and put his mouth to her ear, lightly nipping it before he spoke. “How rough, baby girl?”
Her body slumped slightly at his question. Her reaction had him assuming she didn’t want it like that but her next words blew that assumption in the air. “I can’t handle gentle right now. It’ll break me,” she responded, her voice shaky.
Tom didn’t want her going back to the dark place she’d been in earlier at her place—drinking and crying alone—but then again he thought maybe she should discuss what was bothering her. “Mia . . . are you sure? Maybe we can talk instead . . .”
“No, Tom. I need you to fuck me. I need you to be rough. I need it to hurt.” She said the last sentence so softly that he could barely hear her, but he had. The direness of her need. He wanted it gone, but he didn’t know what to do. Mia needed to talk but,
at the same time, he didn’t think she could talk because whatever it was completely overwhelmed her. He needed to make her forget the things clouding her beautiful mind.
“Okay, baby girl,” he said before taking a step back. After quickly losing his clothes, he returned to her, his hands back on that tantalizing ass, caressing the smooth skin, feeling it roughen in goose bumps before he pulled back and slapped her ass hard. Her body jumped forward and she cried out in surprise. Maybe that was a little too hard.
“Mia?”
“Again,” she said through what sounded like clenched teeth. He hesitated, but she yelled it this time.
So he did, both cheeks in quick succession. He paused, his eyes focused on the changing color of her skin, the deep pink a stark contrast on her creamy skin. His index finger traced the outline of his hand.
“Tom, please!” she begged. He didn’t know if it was tears or desire causing the hitch in her voice.
“You wet, baby girl?” he asked, slipping the thong strap aside and sliding his finger along the outside of her pussy, feeling the warm, damp skin. “So damn wet, but I think we can get you wetter . . .”
“Fuck . . . yes, please!”
Pushing a finger inside of her, he cracked his hand repeatedly over each cheek, listening to her moan and groan, as she moved her pussy along his finger. His last slap had her scream out and then he heard her cry . . . no, not cry—sob.
Oh shit—too much.
He stopped, removing his finger from its sweet home. “Baby girl, please don’t cry. I’m sorry,” he said, pulling her hair aside so he could see her face.
“Tom, no . . .” she sniffed then continued. “Please fuck me now,” she added.
When he hesitated, she exclaimed, “Do it! I’m not going to break.”
Guiding his cock between her legs, he lined it up and thought, as he thrust inside of her, that he wouldn’t break her physically, but that wasn’t what he was worried about. Emotionally, Mia was about ready to collapse.
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