19. Tommy

Chapter nineteen

Tommy

B efore I can say anything else, Tilly looks up at me, her chest suddenly rising and falling quickly. I only have a half second to prepare before her lips crash against mine. The kiss is urgent, filled with a release of all the sexual tension that had been simmering beneath the surface between us over the last few days. I respond with equal fervor, my tongue diving into her mouth.

In this moment, surrounded by the warmth of my mother's home, I feel as though we are on the precipice of something undeniable, our kiss sealing a bond that is growing stronger with very touch. I've promised to be by her side. I've watched her suffer. I've brought her to meet my mother. It's all led up to this.

Eight fucking years, I've waited, and I'm going to waste another second.

My hands fly down her back and I grip onto her ass. Lifting her off the ground, her legs wrap around my waist. My cock is doing a happy dance, pushing painfully against the inside of my stupidly tight tuxedo pants.

Bedroom. Clothes off. Tilly. Need. My brain isn't making much sense at all but the next steps are clear. I need to get her onto a mattress and fast. I'm walking us down the hall with my eyes half closed. Even when they can focus, all I can see is her. Hooded eyes, and rosy cheeks, beautiful hair falling from that deliciously tight bun.

It has to be some sort of safety hazard but I can't peel myself away. I stop half way down the hall, as she starts to slip from my grasp. Slamming her against the wall, I hike her up my body even more. A framed photo crashes to the ground, but neither of us pays it any attention. She clinging to me as my mouth goes to that sensitive skin at her throat, sucking and nibbling there like it's the most delectable treat on the planet. And it is. It really fucking is.

The taste is a tantalizing mix of salty and sweet, so perfectly Tilly that a moan slips from my throat. I'm moving again as she writhes against me. Heat is pouring from between her legs. I can feel it through our clothes and I want it. Oh how I fucking want it. I throw open the nearest door, and we practically fall into the room. Without closing it behind us, I set her on the dresser. Several ceramic figurines fell to the ground, one shattering against the tile. She giggles, her lips never leaving mine. "What's funny?" I growl out.

"Ah," she moans as I nibble her collarbone. "Nothing. Not funny. Happy." Her words barely make sense, but I did understand. She's happy. I smile against the skin on her neck then give her a sloppy wet kiss in the same spot. "Yes, right there. More, Tommy."

Don't mind if I do. Kicking off my shoes, my hands stay stuck to her, feeling every smooth inch I can find. Tilly is moaning against me, and I press into her harder with my hips. The entire dresser rocks against our movements. But I can't stop. There's too much unexplored skin between us.

She stops our kiss to tilt her head back and sigh. "Fuck, Tommy." The words are so breathless, they're barely intelligible, but the sound… oh that sound.

"Yes, Tilly. Yes ." My hands travel up her spine until finding her zipper. I tug it down in one motion and she shrugs it off her shoulders where the fabric piles into her lap.

She isn't wearing a bra and I'm met with the most beautiful sight. Beautiful cream colored breasts accentuated by beaded pink nipples. My eyes widen as I take it in. Every inch is as fantastical as I imagined. "Fucking gorgeous."

She laughs again. "Any action going with those words?" I realize I've just been staring at her boobs. Maybe for several seconds. Without wasting another moment, I bend forward, kissing the newly exposed skin. My tongue is lapping the bottom of her breasts, trailing across the top of her ribcage.

Tilly arches her back and actually yelps in pleasure. I smile. She really likes that . I do it again and her response is even more vocal. But before I can lavish what I truly want, that heat between her thighs, two hands grip onto the side of my face and guide me to the nipple.

I don't need to be told twice, I lash over the bud, taking it into my mouth and sucking hard. My dick is so strained, my hips buck of their own accord, rutting against her. The movement now slams the dresser against the wall, banging into it with loud thuds. I hear Murphy bark in the living room and free one hand to grip the door and hurl it closed. It slams but I'm still focused forward. Only on Tilly. Always on Tilly.

She gasps as I do, cupping her other breast. It's intoxicating seeing her reactions to my touch, learning what she likes. I place my giant hand over top of hers and squeeze. I'm worried for a moment its too hard, but her entire body tenses.

"Tommy, so good," she says, breathlessly. The words are like gasoline on a fire.

I bring my mouth back up to hers. As we crash together, our kiss grows wild, out of control. It's all teeth and tongues and lips mashing together. But I could care less about finesse at this point. I just want more of her. Her hand travels down my stomach until finding my dick, stroking me through my pants.

Its too much. I almost can't take it and I'm not even inside her yet. I need her fast. All of her. I pick her up again and she squeals then laughs. I toss her onto the bed roughly. I'm still fully clothed, but massage my cock through my pants as I stand over her. I feel so powerful, so utterly in control as she looks at me with dark eyes. She's rubbing her thighs together, her hands gripping the sheets like she's holding on for dear life.

"Take it off. Now." I'm too worked up to be polite. Patience be damned.

"What? My dress?"

"Yes, or should I tear it off?" Tilly's face takes on a hungry expression. For a split second, I almost think she wants me to rip her dress off. But she slides the rest of the dress off her hips, letting it dangle on her foot for a split second before it falls to the floor.

Beautiful thin red panties are all that remain between us. They're already wet, and I am dying for a taste. I lick my lips, growing harder just thinking about what I want to do.

"I said, off, Tilly. All of it." Her lips curl into a lust filled smirk. She hooks her thumbs onto the fabric and slowly, so slowly wiggles them down.

My eyes rove over her naked form. A goddess, sent from the heavens. It's a corny thought but the only way I can truly describe how she looks. Shit. She's way too hot for me. Too fucking cool. Far too sexy. I'm just the lucky gentlemen that's about to be holding onto her while we both take this wild ride. If I was a praying man, I'd be asking whatever deity that's fine with premarital sex to grant me the endurance not to blow my load as soon as my over eager dick gets a touch. Maybe the one that wrote the Kama Sutra? Fuck it. I'll pray to all of them.

Since she's letting me in, and I do mean in (wiggles my eyebrows), I'm not going to waste any time. I'm about to worship this woman the best way I know how. Not to brag, but I'm an excellent lover. Total stud in the bedroom. Women fall to my feet in praise after a night with Tommy the clit God. Okay, so that's not completely true, but I've never had any complaints. Tilly might be in complete control everywhere else, but this is my domain. I know how to please a woman, how to figure out what they need. And with Tilly? My Tilly? She absolutely will not be left feeling unsatisfied.

Slowly, I crawl over her. Tilly's lips twist into a wicked smile. Almost as if she knows what I have planned. I kiss her but let my tongue draw out over her bottom lip, then over her chin. My mouth leaves her face, making a trail to her sternum, moving downward as slowly as I can manage.

Hovering over her stomach, I lick her belly button, my tongue swirls around the outside before continuing down. My plan was to tease the inside of her thighs, and to take my time, but her hands latch onto my head and nudges me lower.

I chuckle, but in my current state, it almost sounds like a growl. "Patience, Tilly."

"No. Tommy. Now," she begs.

I shift onto my knees and push her legs apart. If Tilly wants it, I won't deny her. With a final hot breath, I plunge my mouth between her legs.

She's soaking wet, her clit swollen and hot. The taste has me drunk on her in seconds.

I alternate my attention, sucking her pearl then sliding my tongue deep within her. Her hands fly off my head and back onto the mattress. From the corner of my eyes, I see she's fisting the sheets. That won't do, I want her touching me.

My palm slaps her thigh with a satisfying snap. Her entire body shudders beneath me, but fingers soon grip onto my hair again. I've never been in such a state of heightened arousal. My whole body is rumbling with my growls, my balls drawn painfully tight. Even my heart is beating to the pulse of her name.

Tilly. Tilly. Tilly.

Though I haven't been touched, I am already dangerously close to bursting in my pants, just from watching her writhe.

As if reading my mind, her hands shoot out suddenly and cover her pussy. When I glance up, there is a desperate look in her eyes and something else. Something dangerous. I think I know what she's planning and I'm fucking here for it.

She shoves me back, then crawls forward on her hands and knees until meeting me.

"I've wanted to do this for years," she says. I let myself hope that we're thinking the same thing. Oh please, whatever god that's listening, let her be on the same wave length as me. With shaking fingers, she unbuckles my pants and pulls them down in one move. Too slow. I'm desperate for this and have no shame. I start ripping my clothes off. Her movements are labored and clumsy, seemingly just as impatient to be touching once more.

Once free of societies ridiculous necessities— I've always been a big fan of nudity—her hands go to my bare chest. She gently pushes until I understand what she wants.

I let my head fall back onto the mattress as her fingers clasped around my shaft. Waves of pleasure work through me with every stroke. My eyes close as a deep moan rolls up my throat.

But when I feel her lips on the crown of my dick, I whimper and suck in a deep breath. My eyes shoot open, wanting, needing to see that it is actually Tilly doing this to me and not some fantasy. Because let's be honest, I've had this exact dream about nine thousand times.

Her hand is kneading into my thigh as her tongue swirls around me. My hips jerk up off the bed, in a spasm, but she only hums and takes more of me into her mouth. I watch it all, how her back is curved over me, the beautiful sway of her tits as her head bobs over my body. The tingle is spreading to my balls. Too soon. My hand reaches out and latches into her hair, holding her still.

She sits up, a coy smile on her face, wiping some precum dribble off her chin. God, that's fucking hot "Condom?" she asks. My eye's widen. I don't have any. But even as I nearly panic, I twist around and open the top drawer of the nightstand. Thank fuck. Having three boys meant my mother stocked the damn things in nearly every room of her home. I tear it open and go to sheath my cock, but Tilly snatches it from my hand. Before I can argue, its on.

Wide eyed, I watch in awe as she creeps over and straddles me. As she lowered herself onto my dick, I gasp out, "Oh, shit!"

She's already riding me, a frenzied rhythm breaking out between us. I tilt my hips up, needing more. But as soon as I do, it's almost too much. This is Tilly. The woman in all my dreams. The person I've longed for since I first laid eyes on her. Its everything I've ever wanted. She is so tight and slick; the perfect fit. Better than anything I've fantasized about. Even the smallest move is going to set me off. Like a wind up to a fastball, everything is gathering, building. If we don't slow down, I'm going to pitch my load straight into her lungs at 95 miles an hour. Shit, I might puncture something.

But Tilly has other plans. Slow must not be in her vocabulary. She puts both hands on my shoulders and starts rocking faster.

Fuck it. She wants to boink like horny bunnies? I'll give her everything I've got.

I grab onto her waist, holding her slightly aloft to thrust against her as hard and fast as I can. Her breasts jiggle with the movement, and I want them too. Even through our rough collisions, I manage to capture a nipple in my mouth, sucking even as I feel her tighten around my cock. Each slide of my shaft in and out is making every nerve ending in my body hum to life.

"Tommy, I'm close," she cries out, almost sounding in pain. That's all it takes. A guttural, animal cry escapes me, and I can't contain myself any longer.

I burst inside her, chasing every hint of pleasure her body can give with a few final struggling thrusts. But she's still moving, frantically chasing her own orgasm.

"Let it go, babe. Come on my cock for me," I grunt, pounding into her even though the pleasure is so intense, my vision is going white.

"Oh god, Tommy, yes!" With a final clench, she lets loose. Warmth seeps out of her onto my torso and balls.

She looks down. "Oh shit," she says, embarrassment coloring the words.

I'm still trying to catch my breath but smile. "Has that not happened to you before?"

"Uh, no."

I laugh at the words, but secretly my chest is puffing out with pride. I made her do something new. Only Tommy Hillcrest, master of Tilly's orgasm, has gotten her to do that.

I kiss her cheek as I sit up, still panting. "Don't be embarrassed. It's a good thing." I rise to my feet even as she pulls the blanket up to cover her naked chest. I can see that she's close to freaking out and decide to head it off. "Wanna rinse off with me?"

With still flushed cheeks, she bites her lip as if hesitating. Yeah, none of that now. There was nothing embarrassing about what we just did. Hell, it was perfect. It was right. It was mind and ball blowing. I rip the quilt off her and the bed.

"Hey!" she shouts. But I only laugh. "Come on, babe. Let's get cleaned off." With a timid smile, she stands. I cover us both with the blanket and with quiet steps, we head out of the room.