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Lovers' Redemption	By : CountingStars29 Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Cruise Views: 5890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Story about Tom Cruise. I don't know Tom Cruise and this is a work of fiction. No money is being made off of this. For mature audiences (18+)

Chapter List
- 1-Flashback
- 2-Rapture
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“This is really nice,” she said admiring Tom’s hotel room. Everything was either white or golden-colored, and the view of the city was breathtaking. A room like this had to cost at least $25,000 a night.
“I’m only here for another day,” Tom said handing her the wine glass. More wine was probably the last thing she needed, but tonight was a very special occasion indeed. She was with Tom.
“But you must stay at places like this all the time, right?” She asked walking towards the glassed walls to admire the view of the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
“I don’t mean to brag, but usually, yes,” he said standing next to her.
“Hmm,” was all she said. She walked over to the couch and took a seat. Tom turned around and eyed her with apparent bewilderment in his eyes. She liked to keep him on his feet, guessing.
“How long are you in the city for?” Tom asked now taking his seat beside her.
“A week. Then I’m back off to New York,” she replied.
“You’re never leaving New York, are you?”
“It’s my home, Tom. Has been for the last 35 years. You know that,” she said matter of factly.
“So, unless you have other plans, would you like to get together again before you leave?”
“I’ll try. I’m here for business so I’m booked up with meetings, but I’d love to,” she replied as she sipped the chardonnay. It still warmed her that he remembered so many things about her, such as what were favorite wine was. It was always the little things that made a difference.
Meanwhile, he couldn’t keep his gaze off of her as they sat on the golden couch sipping their wine. They both knew what was going to happen next. The mood was set. She remained mellow so as to not give away any hint of having THAT kind of interest in him, but nonetheless she could feel the desire building up. There was nothing that she wanted more.
He swiftly went for her glass and put it on the coffee table. She braced herself as he reeled in closer to her, making his way to her neck. She let out her breath once she felt his warm lips pressing against her skin. His lowered his hand to her thigh, stealthily sliding it underneath her skirt and gently gliding up until he reached the apex between her legs.
“Talk to me,” he whispered, making her tremble at the coolness of his breath on her ear. “Are you enjoying this, or do you want me to stop?” By now his hand was over her womanhood, lightly rubbing against her over her underwear. She could sense herself getting wet, very wet.
She helplessly gasped and leaned her head against the top of the couch, looking upwards at the massive cathedral ceiling. “Please,” she tersely exclaimed. She was practically begging for it. Her body needed this.
He too could feel her juices through her damp underwear, and if anything, this encouraged him even more. He kissed her mouth, and hungrily plunged his tongue against hers. Tom was dying to remove that thin fabric that stood between him and the object of his desire, so he broke away from her plump lips and kneeled down on the floor. She peered down at Tom, knowing all too well what he was going to do, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
He forced her thighs apart, grabbed hold of her underwear and hurriedly ripped them apart. She sighed heavily at his violent deed. She was beyond turned on by now. He began by calmly pecking her inner thighs, all the while running the palms of his hands over her strong calves. Those legs of hers drove him to the brink of insanity. At last he reached the source of her wetness. This time, there was nothing in his way.
She heaved out loud once he touched her clit with his slick tongue. He had been looking forward to this for a very long time, and he was prepared to take it slowly, to drag this out until she was so exhausted that she couldn’t walk the next day. He flicked her swollen clit incessantly, meanwhile, she was taken to new heights of sheer ecstasy that she hadn’t experienced with anyone else. He always knew where and how to pleasure her.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured against her lips. She wrapped her legs over his shoulders and reached forward until she could grab hold of his dark hair. She clasped hard onto it at first as if to let him know that she was still running the show here, but then erotically massaged his scalp, knowing that this would drive him crazy. He gave off a long moan and proceeded to bury two fingers into her slippery vagina. She gasped again as she watched him work on her. He looked directly into her green eyes, which seemed to be glowing. She was so delicious to him.
Watching her watching him made something go off in him: he needed to feel her from the inside out. He leaned away from her to stand up, and saw the slightest hint of disappointment on her face. But he needed some too. She peered down at him as he started to unbutton his trousers and instantly noticed the protruding bump. He was so ready for her, and she was overwrought with longing.
After taking off his shirt as well, he sat next to her, who was still slumped against the couch with her legs sprawled open. He wanted her to mount him. Lifting her skirt up to her waist, she went over and sat on his welcoming lap. She planted another wet kiss on him before putting it in her, giving him exactly what he wanted. But she wanted this from the moment she first laid eyes on him earlier.
He moaned from the sheer pleasure of it, all the while running his fingernails down her back. This would leave marks on her skin, but she didn’t care. It wasn’t long before he felt tempted to have another taste of her in his mouth. He tilted himself against her chest and placed his tongue against her nipple, and sucked on it wildly, as if he were having his favorite ice cream. She was perfect.
But she wanted to be in total control. She grabbed hold of the sides of his face and held his head against the couch as she continued to ferociously ride him. He seemed to be getting harder inside of her. If there was something that turned him on, it was a woman who was in complete control and knew exactly what she wanted. His growth hurt her at first, but then the subtle pain instantly gave way to pure pleasure. She couldn’t help but to breathe quicker now, and her movements seemed to match the rate at which she was breathing.
Tension was building up along with their quicker and more violent body movements, with their hips and thighs slapping hard against each other. Tom let out a long moan of satisfaction as he came inside of her, and she too sighed deeply as the intense feeling gathered in her abdomen and her thighs jostled uncontrollably against his. She rested her forehead against his as they both relaxed from the aftermath of their arduous lovemaking. At last, she dismounted him, leaving him sitting in his stark nakedness. His body was drenched in sweat, making him look even more desirable now. She couldn’t help but to bite her bottom lip.
They sat there like that without saying anything. What had occurred should’ve been a shock to them, but they’d been waiting for this very moment since seeing each other at the restaurant. He sat forward and reached for his wineglass, which was more than halfway full, and drank its entire contents in one gulp. She eyed him with intrigue. “Want mines too while you’re at it?”
He chuckled and put the glass back. “I hope you plan on staying here for the rest of the night?” He now watched her with doleful eyes that practically begged for her to stick around.
“I should go,” she replied as she fixed her skirt. While she was at it she grabbed the underwear that he tore off of her. “Thanks,” she said holding it up. “That was 100% silk.”
“It was in the way,” he said with a giggle. “But, seriously, stay. Please.”
“We’re not going to do that again,” she exclaimed.
“Oh?” He nodded his head in disappointment and added, “That’s not why I want you to stay, although it would be a bonus. I’m all alone here.” He looked at her with that deliberate sad puppy dog face that he usually made when he was pleading with her. In another time, she would’ve been annoyed, but after all these years, it just seemed adorable.
“You’re not giving up are you?” He gazed at her with a playful smirk and lifted his hands as if to say, ‘What choice do we have?’ “OK, but only tonight. And no more of that messing around …”
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in against his chest and planted a devoting kiss on her. “Riiiiight, no more messing around.”
***In the morning***
“Hi there,” she heard him softly whisper.
“Have you been watching me?” She asked as she stretched her arms up over her head.
“I didn’t know that was a crime,” he replied with that toothy grin of his that drove most women wild, especially her.
She pinched his nose as if he were a child, and gathered the bed sheet around her naked body.
“Breakfast is served, if you’re hungry,” he said watching her walk over to the bathroom.
“I’m famished,” she called out behind the door.
He could hear the running water of the shower, and wanted so badly to join her, but knew that would be asking for too much. She often knew when to draw the line, a trait that served her well all these years, especially in her career. He walked over to the closed bathroom door, and loudly said, “I don’t have plans for today. I was thinking …”
“Yeah?” She called out.
“I was thinking that maybe … we can hang out or something.”
“Hang out?”
“Well, yeah, if it’s fine with you.”
She remained quiet as she thought about the prospect of spending the rest of the day with Tom. It would certainly be nice, she thought. But what would be the consequences? Was she ready for all the publicity if word got out that they were together? Could she deal with all that came with his fame? On second thought, perhaps they better take things slow. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“OK?” He said it as if he were questioning her decision, and sounded very disappointed. But he didn’t want to pressure her too much out of fear of losing her again.
“Yeah, we can talk.”
“All right,” he dishearteningly said as he looked down at the floor. “I’ll be outside having breakfast.”
“I’ll join you right after I’m done here.”
After her shower, she put on the same clothes she had on the night before (sans underwear, for obvious reasons), and stepped out to join Tom in the parlor. He was eating a grapefruit and sipping on black coffee in his bathrobe. He looked so handsome sitting there like that, she thought. Then again, when did he not look handsome? “I hope you’re not mad,” she said as she sat in the chair across from his.
“Oh not by any means. I understand,” he wordlessly said as he took another bite from the grapefruit. He remained uncomfortably silent afterwards, making their breakfast an overall very quiet and monotonous affair.
“It looks like it’s going to be gorgeous out,” she said in an effort to break the awkward silence.
He seemed to have disapproved of her for even talking, as he let out a small grunt without looking up at her. After a brief moment he said with a tone that hinted at irritation, “Is it the paparazzi?”
“Huh?” She asked in consternation. Well, that was an unexpected question.
“Is that what bothers you? All the reporters and photographers? I have ways of avoiding them if that’s the problem.” Now he was watching her with full attention.
“Well I know that,” she replied. “I just think we should be careful this time. It hasn’t been easy for us, you know what I’m trying to say?”
He nodded his head as if he understood perfectly what she meant. “We can’t let those things get to us though. I want to be with you, and I know you want to be with me. Last time I checked, there isn’t a penalty for actually enjoying ourselves and having the things we want.”
“I hear you. I’d still like to take it slow. One day at a time, ok? Will you do that for me?”
He sighed heavily and started tapping the brim of his coffee cup with his fingernail. He was very annoyed, and despite being a top-notch actor, didn’t even try to mask it. “Fine, we’ll do it your way. So then, when will I get to see you again?”
“I don’t know, to be honest. I’ve been so busy that I’d have to ask my assistant to clear out my calendar for a few days.”
“Well, I have your number,” he playfully said with a sudden shift of mood. “I can still call … everyday,” he said moving forward towards her over the table.
“Mhmm.” She could tell that she was blushing. It had been a while since she last had a man have that much interest in her. Tom, on the other hand, had women going gaga for him all the time. He could have any woman he wanted with the snap of a finger, and yet, here he was, practically pleading with her to stay with him. Suddenly, they could hear her phone ringing from the other room.
“You need to get that?” Tom asked.
“I’m sorry but I do.” It was her assistant calling her to remind her of the meeting she had in an hour. Crap, she thought. She better get moving now. “Tom, I have an important meeting that I can’t miss in an hour. I have to go. I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, why don’t you let my driver take you? And actually, would it be a problem if I went with you?”
She stopped to ponder the preposition for a sec, but didn’t see the harm in it. “Sure.”
In 30 minutes they were already downstairs in the hotel lobby to meet with Tom’s driver. However, they couldn’t get past the hotel’s front doors. Waiting outside was a massive herd of reporters and photographers vying for the perfect shot of the two of them.
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