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Summary: Your first time with Tom was certainly worth the wait.
Set After:
Good Boy - Tom shows you how much of a good boy he can be after you challenge him about his reputation.
Set Before:
Black Magic Woman - Tom is forced to confront a strange truth after Wyck reveals a town secret.
Blood, Sex, Magic (NSFW) - Tom’s determined to prove exactly who you belong to after Wyck’s revelation.
Before The Dawn (NSFW) - Tom wakes up in the very best way before his big day.
Sunshine.
That’s what your kisses taste like.
Like warmth flowing back into Tom’s body after a long barren winter.
The scent of you surrounds him, sheets that smell like lavender and geranium as your straddle his hips on the bed, his back resting against the headboard. His hands guide your dress up, revealing you to him inch by tantalising inch. That small thatch of hair between your legs, the tattoos of symbols he has no idea existed underneath, that wine red bra harnessing tits so pretty he wants to get his mouth all over them. You unhook it slowly, tossing it off the bed and he knows that the two of you are never going back to friends after tonight.
“You’re beautiful.” Tom murmurs as he drinks you in. His nose nudges against yours as he looks into your eyes. It’s a relentless ocean, waves crashing against the shore, dragging him under as his thumb chases along your jaw line, his mouth ghosting over yours. “How did I get so damn lucky?”
“Luck has nothing to do with it.” A smile tugs at the edges of your mouth as your hand winds its way through his closely cropped curls, gripping them in a way that sends sparks shooting throughout his body. “We were always meant to be like this.”
That sense of belonging, it’s like catnip to the man that’s never been wanted. He tumbles you onto your back and you laugh breathlessly as you lie underneath him, hair fanning out across the mattress.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” His voice is husky, intoxicating, like smoke swirling from the end of one of your incense sticks. “That I’m what you want.”
Your palms smooth over his broad shoulders, warming his flesh with your touch. Your fingertips trace over his collarbone, trailing through the fine dusting of dark chest hair. His entire being comes to life, the parts of him that had shut down over the years since Lauren awakening under your spell.
“I have wanted you ever since the first night you stayed to help me set up for the Nevermore book launch, I just had to wait for you to catch up.” Your lips brush over his mouth, your palm skating down along his ribcage until you reach the brass button of his jeans.
“That long?” He whispers as the zipper slides down, the waist band loosening as the denim slides down his hips.
“Yes.” You assert, pushing his jeans down over his ass. “Now are you going to make me wait much longer…”
He huffs out a chuckle into your mouth. His lips claiming yours in an urgent kiss as he shoves the jeans down his hips, kicking them off his ankles. You reach between the two of you, your palm gliding over his thick length, squeezing. The pleasure surges up in him like a tsunami, too fast, too frantic. He groans into your mouth, grasping your wrist, pulling your hand away from his treacherous cock.
“If you keep touching me like that, this will be over long before we get into final innings.” He warns you, his fingers entwining with yours, pinning your hand to the bed. “You’re my first since…”
He doesn’t say her name, he doesn’t want the ghost of his dead wife in this bed. He sees the understanding in your eyes, the empathy, and just when he thinks he couldn’t love you more, the ocean smashes into him, yanking him under the surface, drowning him with all of these emotions he’s been shoving down for years.
“You’ll be my first in a while too,” You confide, your nose trailing over his as you speak your truth. “There’s not been another person in my life for a long time.”
He doesn’t ever remember a man existing in your world, and he’s glad because it means that the two of you can have this first together. That there’s no one to compare with, no lingering presence sneaking into his head.
Your fingers hook in his boxers, drawing them down his thighs. He takes them the rest of the way, kicking them off his ankles. His cock slaps against his stomach, leaking pre-cum across his dark treasure trail. He settles himself between your thighs, groaning as your pussy drips for him, coating the length of his cock. It catches with every glide through your wetness, barely parting around him. His mouth seeks out your breasts, peppering them with kisses as you rock against him, tiny whimpers punctuating your breath.
“Please…” Your voice is a desperate plea, one that he could never deny.
He curses out loud as he breaches you. Your tight, so fucking tight he has to grit his teeth to keep himself from losing his shit. Your head tips back and he rains kisses along your throat as he eases in slowly. Your foot hooks under his ass, encouraging him deeper until he’s buried to the hilt, until he’s gasping and panting, trying to stave off the tingling in his lower back.
“Don’t move.” He requests, cupping your breasts in his palms, guiding your left nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls over it, bringing it to its peak as his cock twitches inside of you. “I just need a minute.”
He begins to suck, experimenting with the pressure, finding what you like. You clench around his cock, making him see stars behind his eyelids before he turns his attention to the other nipple, grazing it with his teeth as his tongue flicks over it.
He starts to thrust, your nails raking up his back as he hits that sweet spot, sending a delirious bolt of pleasure searing through him. He’s close already, too close. He wants to be with you when he climaxes, to experience that moment together. His hand delves between you, fingers tracing circles over your clit, the same way he did with his tongue downstairs on the counter.
The universe explodes, the milky way cracking open as you climax together, combusting like stars bursting to life in the night sky. His breath coming in rapid pants against your throat as he erupts inside of you, hot spurts of cum painting your insides. Your hands rove over his back, keeping him close, as you plant kisses over his wayward locks, grounding him, anchoring him in the moment.
His entire body melts into you, almost weightless as his muscles relax. His palm squeezes your waist, a reminder that you’re actually there, that this isn’t some kind of fucked up fantasy he’s having.
“Tell me I worth waiting for.” He mumbles against the hollow of your neck. He doesn’t know why he needs to hear the words but he’s feeling overwhelmed, clingy.
“You were.” You promise him, your lips brushing over his temple. “You were better than I ever could have dreamed.”
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Summary: Your first time with Tom was certainly worth the wait.
Set After:
Good Boy - Tom shows you how much of a good boy he can be after you challenge him about his reputation.
Set Before:
Black Magic Woman - Tom is forced to confront a strange truth after Wyck reveals a town secret.
Blood, Sex, Magic (NSFW) - Tom’s determined to prove exactly who you belong to after Wyck’s revelation.
Before The Dawn (NSFW) - Tom wakes up in the very best way before his big day.
Sunshine.
That’s what your kisses taste like.
Like warmth flowing back into Tom’s body after a long barren winter.
The scent of you surrounds him, sheets that smell like lavender and geranium as your straddle his hips on the bed, his back resting against the headboard. His hands guide your dress up, revealing you to him inch by tantalising inch. That small thatch of hair between your legs, the tattoos of symbols he has no idea existed underneath, that wine red bra harnessing tits so pretty he wants to get his mouth all over them. You unhook it slowly, tossing it off the bed and he knows that the two of you are never going back to friends after tonight.
“You’re beautiful.” Tom murmurs as he drinks you in. His nose nudges against yours as he looks into your eyes. It’s a relentless ocean, waves crashing against the shore, dragging him under as his thumb chases along your jaw line, his mouth ghosting over yours. “How did I get so damn lucky?”
“Luck has nothing to do with it.” A smile tugs at the edges of your mouth as your hand winds its way through his closely cropped curls, gripping them in a way that sends sparks shooting throughout his body. “We were always meant to be like this.”
That sense of belonging, it’s like catnip to the man that’s never been wanted. He tumbles you onto your back and you laugh breathlessly as you lie underneath him, hair fanning out across the mattress.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” His voice is husky, intoxicating, like smoke swirling from the end of one of your incense sticks. “That I’m what you want.”
Your palms smooth over his broad shoulders, warming his flesh with your touch. Your fingertips trace over his collarbone, trailing through the fine dusting of dark chest hair. His entire being comes to life, the parts of him that had shut down over the years since Lauren awakening under your spell.
“I have wanted you ever since the first night you stayed to help me set up for the Nevermore book launch, I just had to wait for you to catch up.” Your lips brush over his mouth, your palm skating down along his ribcage until you reach the brass button of his jeans.
“That long?” He whispers as the zipper slides down, the waist band loosening as the denim slides down his hips.
“Yes.” You assert, pushing his jeans down over his ass. “Now are you going to make me wait much longer…”
He huffs out a chuckle into your mouth. His lips claiming yours in an urgent kiss as he shoves the jeans down his hips, kicking them off his ankles. You reach between the two of you, your palm gliding over his thick length, squeezing. The pleasure surges up in him like a tsunami, too fast, too frantic. He groans into your mouth, grasping your wrist, pulling your hand away from his treacherous cock.
“If you keep touching me like that, this will be over long before we get into final innings.” He warns you, his fingers entwining with yours, pinning your hand to the bed. “You’re my first since…”
He doesn’t say her name, he doesn’t want the ghost of his dead wife in this bed. He sees the understanding in your eyes, the empathy, and just when he thinks he couldn’t love you more, the ocean smashes into him, yanking him under the surface, drowning him with all of these emotions he’s been shoving down for years.
“You’ll be my first in a while too,” You confide, your nose trailing over his as you speak your truth. “There’s not been another person in my life for a long time.”
He doesn’t ever remember a man existing in your world, and he’s glad because it means that the two of you can have this first together. That there’s no one to compare with, no lingering presence sneaking into his head.
Your fingers hook in his boxers, drawing them down his thighs. He takes them the rest of the way, kicking them off his ankles. His cock slaps against his stomach, leaking pre-cum across his dark treasure trail. He settles himself between your thighs, groaning as your pussy drips for him, coating the length of his cock. It catches with every glide through your wetness, barely parting around him. His mouth seeks out your breasts, peppering them with kisses as you rock against him, tiny whimpers punctuating your breath.
“Please…” Your voice is a desperate plea, one that he could never deny.
He curses out loud as he breaches you. Your tight, so fucking tight he has to grit his teeth to keep himself from losing his shit. Your head tips back and he rains kisses along your throat as he eases in slowly. Your foot hooks under his ass, encouraging him deeper until he’s buried to the hilt, until he’s gasping and panting, trying to stave off the tingling in his lower back.
“Don’t move.” He requests, cupping your breasts in his palms, guiding your left nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls over it, bringing it to its peak as his cock twitches inside of you. “I just need a minute.”
He begins to suck, experimenting with the pressure, finding what you like. You clench around his cock, making him see stars behind his eyelids before he turns his attention to the other nipple, grazing it with his teeth as his tongue flicks over it.
He starts to thrust, your nails raking up his back as he hits that sweet spot, sending a delirious bolt of pleasure searing through him. He’s close already, too close. He wants to be with you when he climaxes, to experience that moment together. His hand delves between you, fingers tracing circles over your clit, the same way he did with his tongue downstairs on the counter.
The universe explodes, the milky way cracking open as you climax together, combusting like stars bursting to life in the night sky. His breath coming in rapid pants against your throat as he erupts inside of you, hot spurts of cum painting your insides. Your hands rove over his back, keeping him close, as you plant kisses over his wayward locks, grounding him, anchoring him in the moment.
His entire body melts into you, almost weightless as his muscles relax. His palm squeezes your waist, a reminder that you’re actually there, that this isn’t some kind of fucked up fantasy he’s having.
“Tell me I worth waiting for.” He mumbles against the hollow of your neck. He doesn’t know why he needs to hear the words but he’s feeling overwhelmed, clingy.
“You were.” You promise him, your lips brushing over his temple. “You were better than I ever could have dreamed.”
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Love Tom's approach and reader, what are you hiding? Okay the "I wanted you since the first time I saw you" but the "we are meant to be" felt a bit suspicious.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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