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Water Tight	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2044 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Neither I, nor any of the writers know Tom Hiddleston, his PR people, nor have we ever met him. We do not make any profit from this story other then the enjoyment of writting it. All characters and events are entirely fictional.

Chapter List
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The car ride back to the hotel is quiet. You still try to wrap your brain around Tom. You had begged off the rest of the day after watching the panel with him and the other actors. He was charming and funny and his fans and coworkers loved him. He'd kissed you behind stage when you told him you were heading back to the hotel. To get spend time by the pool. So here you sit, in the bikini you bought for the trip, a lush purple and blue Hawaiian print.
The traffic around the hotel increases, letting you know the convention is winding down for the day. Feeling playful, you snap a picture down the length of your body, the sun glistening off the sheen of sweat and lightly bronze skin. 'By the pool. Join me?' You send the text to Tom.
His response is quick. 'Finishing up here. Be there as soon as traffic allows.' A second response. 'Dear god, you're beautiful.' A third response. 'You've undone me, woman.'
You giggle and respond. 'I'll be right here.' Your ear buds isolate you from the activity around and you doze off for the second time today.
A hand touches your foot, causing it to twitch. The hand moves up your thigh. "That better be you, Thomas or you're getting a face full of mace."
His chuckle touches things you didn't think we're physically possible. "Oh it's me, pet." You open your eyes behind the sunglasses. He had changed. His swim trunks hung down off his thighs. Just casually leaning over with his hand wrapped around your thigh, he radiates sex appeal.
"I think we should talk more about what happened today."
"If that's what you want."
"I do." You pluck the ear buds from your ears and set your phone and your book on the lounge. "I enjoyed the spanking. Yes. But you are not allowed to touch me like that in public. Ever again. Understand?"
"Audrey-"
"I'll allow it when we're back here but never out in public. I will not be treated as such."
"Very well."
"And you're not my husband. You're not my boyfriend. You're my lover. For the weekend. Maybe a friend in the future. But you don't get to tell me what to do. Your domineering behavior was uncalled for. I don't mind a bit of dom/sub play in the bedroom but that's not a lifestyle I want. I'm perfectly happy being a switch. If you want a submissive, then baby, you'll have to look elsewhere."
"That is acceptable. I'm sorry if I acted out of turn. I was only concerned for your well-being."
"I appreciate that. But you'll get farther with me by asking than by beating your chest and acting like a caveman in a well-cut suit." He dips his head and blushes. "You said you were like that on occasion but not your lifestyle. Explain, please."
"I am not an expert in it. I've been with a few lovers who like to be dominated. That's where I began enjoying being called 'sir' and calling my lover 'pet'. But if it's not something you enjoy, I won't explore that with you."
"I don't want you to neglect something you want."
He takes your hand. "I want you, pet. Being dominant isn't something I have to have to be fulfilled." You sigh and nod. "Anything else?" His thumb caresses your knuckles.
"I want to apologize again for my tantrum. The crowd and the whole convention overwhelmed me. I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm happy that you're successful in your career. Everyone I met adored you."
"I'm sorry I didn't prepare you more. I wanted to share the day with you and forgot that you're not used to all the attention." He kisses your knuckles. "Are we better?"
"Yes."
"Good." Tom stands and picks you up.
"What are you doing?"
"You look hot, love."
"Thomas, no!" You try to drop your legs but he clamps his arms around you. "Thomas!" He walks right off the edge of the pool into the deep end. You surface laughing and splashing. The tension of the afternoon broken.
You scream playfully, grinning from ear to ear as you splash at him and he splashes you back. He starts to come towards you and you quickly turn and start to swim away. You feel his hand just barely catch your ankle but it easily slips free. Tom arches his brow, not expecting you to be such an incredibly good swimmer.
He starts to swim after you when you dive down to the bottom of the pool on the deep end near the filter at the deepest part. Tom grins and dives down after you. You begin to surface again, but he reaches out and catches you, pulling you against him. He slides his fingers into you wet hair, devouring your lips beneath the water. You kiss him back unable to resist. It was the most passionate, erotic thing you’d ever experienced. Kissing and sharing each other’s breath.
After a moment, you both kick your feet to return the surface together.
Both of you breathe deeply, having reached a new level of intimacy you weren’t expecting. You rest your foreheads against one another, his hands wrapped around your waist, your hands on his shoulders as you swirl slowly around together in the water. It was such a surreal moment, like a dream.
“Have you ever made love in water before?” Tom breaths against your lips in a quiet whisper.
“No.” You breathe back. “But I would prefer my first time not be in a public pool.”
“What about the hot tub in my suite? Would that be a better option?”
You grin, your hands moving to catch his face. “It sounds fantastic.” You nod before kissing his lips once more then again. Maybe you would have risked it if it was in the middle of the night, but it was before 9 p.m. The sun had only just gone down, and chances were, others were going to come down to the pool. Perhaps around 3 or 4 a.m. would be leagues better.
Tom kisses you again before taking your wrist as the two of you swam to the stairs. You climb up first, but Tom suddenly wraps an arm around you and pulls you back into the pool, causing you to shriek and laugh. He holds you in your arms and kisses you passionately once more, holding you on his knee a moment. His hand slips between your thighs below the water surface as he stroked your pussy vigorously through the suit, kissing you again. You smile and kiss him and then again. Your hand finds it’s way to his crotch. He's already becoming aroused. You stroke him firmly. He moans into your mouth in approval.
He helps you up the steps, knowing it wasn’t going to be to long before walking through the groups of people was going to get a bit difficult. Once you were out, he pushes up on the edge of the pool hoping out as you grabbed your towel and dried off. Tom followed suit. He couldn’t take his eyes off your sexy body in that little bikini that just covered enough for modesty. You were so beautiful. Wrapping your towels around yourselves, you pick up your things and walk arm-in-arm into the hotel.
As soon as the door to the elevator closed, Tom pushes the bag from your hand and reaches down, grasping your thighs to hoist you up against the wall. He uses his body to pin you between him in the wall. You moan when you feel how much harder he’s become since the pool. He presses against your cunt through your bikini bottoms. He wasn’t quite there yet but once you were alone in the suite, you had no doubt he’d be ready for some play time.

He devours your lips over and over again, your hands on his shoulders to balance your body as you anxiously consumed his kiss. He tasted so good, everything about him, every time he touched you, every time he looked at you. It was the most blissful thing in the entire world. You hadn’t expected your vacation to go this way, but you couldn’t be happier that it did.
When the door opened, he sets you on your feet and picks up your bag, sliding it over his shoulder. He smiles and kisses your knuckles then leads you to his room.
You put down your things from the pool. Tom just stares at your wonderfully fit, sun-kissed body. You were so beautiful, so perfect, so . . . his. Before you could take off your wet bathing suit, he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you holding you tight, thrusting his know hard member against your backside. You giggle a little bit but he bites your shoulder and those giggles become moans. Then with one swift move, he sweeps you up into his arms and spins you. He finds your lips and kisses you hungrily, biting your lip before tasting you again. He wanted you. He desperately wanted you and needed you now.
Tom backs you up to the bed until the backs of your legs hit. You both tumble backwards. He feasts at your mouth, growling like a wild beast. He breaks from you just long enough to untie the swim trunks and let them fall wetly to the floor. He roughly takes hold of the sides of your bikini bottoms and pulls them down your legs. You prop yourself up on your elbows as you watch him roll the condom down his throbbing cock. He covers you again, his lips and teeth and tongue hungrily devouring. He presses the head at your entrance.
"Fucking hell." He nearly whines. "That water made you so much tighter." He grunts and pushes his way in in short bursts. Your body stretches to fit him, pulling a low moan from deep down.
"God, you feel so big." Your back arches, pressing your head into the bed. "Oh fuck."
Tom pauses once he's fully inside you, letting you adjust. He pants. "So tight." He grits his teeth, unable to explain how amazing you feel fairly clamped around him.
"Oh fuck. Fuck me, Tom."
You gasp as he begins to move. He rests his knees on the bed and grabs your thighs, spreading your legs wide. "Hard?"
"Yes!" He pounds into you, watching your breasts bounce.
"Play with those lovely tits, darling." He thumbs your clit, his intense gaze never leaving you. You lick your fingertips before rolling your nipples between them, pinching and plucking the rosy buds. He licks his lips.
"God, you feel so good." He rubs your clit faster until you're bucking and screeching, digging your nails into your breasts. He groans and grips your thighs harder and tighter.
"I can't- Fuck! I'm so close. Cum for me, pet." He licks his fingers then resumes the relentless torture on your clit. With a gasping sob, you cum hard, shaking all over. "Good girl." He spreads your legs almost painfully wide, slamming his hips against your thighs. His back bows and his head drops back as he finds his release. He falls over you, holding himself up on shakey arms.
Your eyes move over his gasping face. You keep asking yourself how lucky you could have been to have found him again. "What are you thinking, beautiful?"
"That I was lucky enough to find you again."
"We're both lucky. I've never met anyone like you." You scoff. "No, I mean it. I feel like I've known you forever. And I want to know you more. You haven't wanted anything other than me since I we met. I like that. Alot."
"Well let's have dinner and enjoy that hot tub while we get to know each other."
"I think we're past that part, love."
"We bypassed it. Jumping straight to mind-numbing sex. But there's nothing that says we can't go back to it."
He licks his lips and nods before kissing you. His tongue teases and wrestles with yours, his lips pressing hard. "Would you join me for dinner, Audrey?"
"I'd love to, Thomas." He lets you up, making you groan as he slowly withdraws from your sensitive flesh. He stands up and pulls you up to sitting position.
"I'll call housekeeping to make up the bed while we get dressed."
"What? Don't want to sleep on wet sheets?"
He takes your chin. "The only wet sheets I want to sleep in are from the both of us cumming." Your shudder causes him to grin.
You sit at the back table of the hotel restaurant, having decided if the two of you were going to actually eat anything, you needed to be in public or you might starve to death. Not to mention, you were both a little chagrined to realize you didn’t really want to be in the room while housekeeping cleaned up. Seemed like a good time for a bit of fresh air.
“So, what made you come here for your vacation?” Tom fills your wine glass again.
“Just seemed like a good place to go. Come. Look around. Hang out. Be away from legions of adolescents who were born to make life a living hell.” You were in desperate need of this vacation. The drama had been piling up a bit at the school recently and you needed a breather.
Tom nods. “You don’t like kids then?”
“Oh I love kids. I just hate teenagers.” He cracks a smile, seeing that you didn’t really mean that. You were just stressed at work. “Sort of like the whole pet thing. They’re cute when they’re little but then kittens turn into cats, puppies turn into dogs, kids turn into evil little shits.” You clear your throat, taking a drink of your wine. “Anyway, let’s not talk about work, hmmm?” You scoot a little closer to him, resting your hand over his on the table. You absently stroke his wrist with your fingertips lightly. You loved how long his fingers were, the shape of his hands in general. Every time you looked at them, you couldn’t help but think about how they would glide over your skin with such masterful strokes, and strong, firm touches.
“I agree.” He smiles. “I love my fans and the people I work with, but sometimes the horde does get a little overwhelming.”
“Mmmhmm.” Your hand moves from the table up his arm, petting softly.
Tom grins as he moves a bit closer nuzzling you gently. It was obvious what was on your mind. “You know,” He whispers, “I never did return the favor you did for me on the way to the convention center in the car quite yet.” He reaches under the table, resting his hand on your thigh. His long fingers stroke the material of your skirt.
You smile, a mischievous look in your eyes. “Oh? What exactly did you have in mind, Mr. Hiddleston?” Thank God, there was a long table cloth, concealing the two of you in the back corner.
"A game, sweet girl." His thumb rubs back and forth on your thigh. "For every question you answer, I'll do something to make you moan or squirm."
"Now, that doesn't seem very fair, lover." You reach over and unbutton one of his shirt buttons. "You have to unbutton a button for every question you ask."
"That seems fair." The waiter takes your orders, raising an eyebrow at how intimate you two were. "You've undone a button, so I'll ask." His hand slips up under your skirt, hitching your breath. "Where are you from?"
"I grew up in Northern California. But I live just outside of Santa Cruz."
You unbutton the button above the first. "Do you have any siblings?" His hand moves up to rub the backs of his fingers against the soft trimmed hair. "Before you answer, I adore that don't wear panties when you're with me." He kisses the corner of your mouth.
"I have an older sister. She just became a grandmother."
"A grandmother? How much older than you is she?"
"Seventeen years." You unbutton the button below the first and next button, right above his pants. His fingers tease circles around your clit. You shift in your chair and open your legs wider. "Next question."
"Do you want children?"
"That's a heavy question for a weekend fling."
"We're friends, aren't we? Or we're becoming friends."
"Yes. One or two. After I find someone, I want to spend the rest of my life with."
"That answers my next question."
"What's that?" You unbutton the second button from them the top.
"Do you want to get married someday?"
"I don't know. My parents were married, but every one of my friends that were are divorced. If I found the right person, maybe in the future."
The waiter brings the appetizer. He notices Tom's hand up your skirt but doesn't say anything. Tom waits for him to leave then turns his hand and slides two fingers inside you. You gasp, grabbing the tablecloth.

He leans in and nuzzles your ear. "You look absolutely beautiful right now." Tom reaches up and unbuttons the top button. "What's your favorite color?"
"Blue." He leans in again and nibbles the spot under your ear at your jaw. You shudder then reach over and untuck his shirt to unbutton the last button on his shirt. "Our food will get cold."
"Nonsense, beautiful. It just came. We have time for a few more questions. Now, what music do you listen to?"
"Electronic. Trip hop, glitch hop, electronica, house."
"Mmmm so you like to dance?"
"That's another question and you didn't make me moan or squirm for the last one." He takes your hand places it on his cock. You whimper and squeeze him, tracing the outline of his throbbing length. He moans in your ear, making you squirm. "Yes." You're breathless. "Yes, I love to dance." You turn your head, your mouths hover near one another. "I wish there were fewer people here."
"Why's that?"
"Another question." You pop the button in his slacks. He takes your mouth roughly and passionately. His free hand grabs the back of your head and holds you. His tongue assaults yours, making you moan. "I'd slide under the table and take your cock in my mouth."
"We should eat." He nuzzles your nose with his. His intense gaze doesn't leave yours.
"We should." You finally break away from each other. The few surrounding tables that had other diners are paying you no attention. His hand doesn't leave your thigh and yours doesn't leave his. You take turns feeding each other bites from your plates and kissing in between. The wine does nothing to ease your thirst but only loosens your inhibitions.
After running the gauntlet through the lobby, you stand very close together in the packed elevator. His hand brushes your thighs and pulls you back against him. He's still hard which is good because you're still wet. And there was still the hot tub to enjoy.
Once getting to the door of the suite, you smile and turn around, leaning against it. He grins, putting his hand against the door next to your head. He steps in close to you as if to kiss but pauses just barely brushing your lips with his. You feel his breath on your face and it sends a shiver down your spine. With one swift move, he slides his card through the lock as the little light turns green and his hand and your weight push the door open.
Before you can get too far away from him, he reaches out to slide his arm around your middle, pulling your body against his. Tom kicks the door shut behind you, holding you tight with both arms as you wrap yours around his neck. “So how’s your vacation so far, darling?” He whispers against your lips.
“Unforgettable.”
He smiles and kisses you anxiously, tasting your warm lips. He walks you backwards towards the bedroom. Losing your footing, you trip and both laugh. The kiss breaks as you turn around. His hand still clutching yours, you walk towards the double doors that led to the bedroom. Just a few steps and Tom spins you around, pulling you against him again and into another anxious kiss. You kiss him back and turn in his arms again, realizing you were incapable of walking backwards at this point. Tom grins and reaches down, sweeping you up into his arms.
You laugh unable to stop yourself, finding this so surreal. You couldn’t even begin to wrap your mind around it. Reaching out, you turn the handle and the doors open. Tom pushes them open the rest of the way with his knee, seeking out your lips and kissing them anxiously yet again. He walks over to the bed and crawls up the bed on his knees before laying you down with your head against the pillows. He parts your legs with his knee and lays between your thighs, laying over you. Grasping your wrists, he unwraps your arms from around his neck and presses them down against the mattress on either side of your head. Your back arches to press your breasts against his chest.
He grinds himself against you, making you gasp. "Hmmmm, I wonder if I can make you cum by just rubbing against you. Like this." He rubs the straining bulge of cock against your clit. You shudder and whimper. "I love that you enjoy everything I do to you."
"I love everything you do to me." His mouth hovers over yours. His tongue licks your open lips, drawing yours out. He rubs his bulge against you, both of you panting and teasing each other with your tongues. "Oh please, Thomas. Please."
"Please what, sweet girl?"
"Please make me cum. Please, Thomas!"
"Fingers or mouth?" You spread your legs wider and lift off the bed.
"Oh god, I don't care. Just do it." With a growl, he pushes up and onto his knees. He unbuckles his belt and unzips the pants. He frees his hard cock from his slacks, tearing open the condom from his pocket. He licks his lips as he rolls it down the length. You watch him with hooded eyes. He grabs your ankle and pulls you down the bed to him. You cry out playfully. He moves back over you, placing the head at your entrance. This time you cry out in delight as he thrusts up inside you.
"How's that?" You tremble bodily with each slow, hard thrust. Each thrust hits your sweet spot. Fireworks burst behind your eyes. They roll back so you close them, moaning louder and louder. He holds your wrists at the sides of your head, pressing them down into the mattress. You arch your back, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.
"God. Don't stop. Thomas. Don't stop."
"I won't. God. You feel good." His lips brush yours. "So tight. So wet." He bites your bottom lip. "Like a glove." Your hands curl into claws, aching to mark him but he holds your wrists tightly.
"God. Yes. Thomas!" Your release hits you suddenly, bowing your back. Your walls spasm around him. He releases your wrists, one hand slipping between you to flick your clit. The other holds the back of your head. His forehead presses to yours.
"God, you're amazing. Cum again for me, sweetheart." His body shakes the closer he gets. His groans dying on your lips. Pleasure shocks through each press of your clit. His thrusts hitting your sweet spot over and over. It's too much.
Your orgasm tears through you almost painfully.
"Oh fuck! Oh Thomas! Christ!" You try to close your thighs around his waist. He pounds into you furiously, twisting your hair in his fist. His grunt and groan exquisite as his body grinds to a halt.
Thomas's eyes meet yours. The moment so intense, so vulnerable. You'd never met anyone like him. Charming, handsome, intelligent, fun, amazing in bed. Would you spend another year celibate, touching yourself to memories of this weekend? The moment stretched on, neither of you wanting to look away.
"Thomas, you have the most mesmerizing eyes. I can't tell if they're blue or green."
"Both. Yours are gorgeous. They stare right through me." His thumb angles your chin so he can kiss your lips, a soft brush of lips. "How about that hot tub?
"Hell yes. I don't think I'll be able to walk right for a week."
"Oh come now. I'm not that big."
He lets you up. You watch him undress the rest of the way. "Tom, you're not small. I haven't been with anyone in the year since our last night together. And my legs have been spread more in the last two days than I can remember."
"Well when you put it that way." He leans down. You look up as he stops. "We'll have to see that it's not another year before you're good and fucked properly." His tongue slips between your lips before his lips press firmly to yours. His fingertips rest on your jawline. He presses his thumb to your chin. "Now get undressed so we can enjoy the hot tub."
You slip out out the dress and heels, wrapping the robe around you but leaving it open. Tom wraps a towel around his waist then walks out onto the balcony. He turns the hot tub on while you look out over the city.
"This is a beautiful view."
He leans in and kisses your neck, slipping his arms around your waist. "I don't believe in fate. But I do believe I was meant to find you again." He leans his head against yours. "I'm in the US quite often for filming. I'd love it if I could see you when I'm able to."
You lean your head against his. "I'd like that. So, what do we call this?"
"Getting to know one another?" He turns you to face him. "Audrey, in my business, there are a lot of dishonest people. There's always someone who wants something from you. But not you. You've been completely honest and generous of your body and affection and only wanted me for me, Tom. Not me Tom Hiddleston, the actor."
"I think I can handle that. But I also know I'm not ready for your fame. Even just as a friend."
"That's understandable. Now." He pushes the robe off your shoulders then drops the towel. He throws you over his shoulder, causing you to cry out in surprise then climbs up into the hot tub. He settles on a seat then sets you in his lap, your back against his chest.
He hands you a glass of wine that he must have poured while you were looking out over the city. "So we'll take turns. You tell me something about you then I'll tell you something about me until we're prunes. Or until you're beautiful body is too much and I need to make love to you again."
Your lips part. "I like it when you say things like that. Deal." You clink your glass to his. "My favorite food is sushi. I could live on it." You sip your wine then lean your head back on his shoulder, looking out over the darkened sky and the city lights twinkling like fixed stars upon the night.
You sit and enjoyed each other’s company and drink wine, getting to know each other a little better. It was understandable that after the long day of ‘activities’ you were both a little worn out. You rests your head on Tom’s shoulder. The warm water surrounding you as you close your eyes. He smiles, wrapping his arms around you. He holds you tight against him, savoring the way you fit perfectly in his embrace. Your eyes open and you sit up, realizing you were falling asleep.
“Hmm. Should we call it a night then?” Tom gently combs your wet hair back off your face over your shoulder.
You smile,rubbing your eyes like a sleepy child. “I have to leave in the morning, so that would probably be a good idea.”
Tom’s smile fled as he looked at you. “What? But tomorrow is Sunday.”
“Yes. And school starts Monday morning. I have to get home, do my laundry, get ready to go back to work. That sort of thing.” He looks stunned as he just stares at you. “Didn’t I tell you I leave in the morning?”
“No I . . . I’m here until Monday evening. I just . . . I assumed . . .” His words trail off as his fingertips brush gently along your cheek and the line of your jaw. He looks into your eyes. “I’m not ready for this to be over. To lose you, only to see you God knows when.”
You smile a little, covering his hand with yours. “At least this time, we definitely have each other’s numbers, Tom. You saw to it first thing.”
“Yeah, but I . . .” His words stop there. You could see a sadness in his eyes mixed with longing. At once, he leans closer, pulling you into a deep passionate kiss. He turns you in his arms and holds you tightly, anxiously consuming your lips. His large hand splayed against your back, his other hand slides to the back of your neck into your hair to cradle your head as he tasted your lips, devouring your taste, savoring your flavor.
You are surprised by the sudden onrush of passion, but you melt easily into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck. You return his every affection. He felt so wonderful in every way.

It wasn't long before he was hard and aching to be inside you again. He palms your breast, kneading and pinching. He reaches between you to hold his cock upright. You shift your hips and slide down on him slowly, gasping.
"God, you're so tight." He groans and let's his head fall back. "This isn't hurting you, is it?"
"A little." He moves his hips to pull out of you. You clamp your legs against his thighs. "No. No, I like it." You comb the fingers of both hands through his hair. He sighs and closes his eyes. When he opens them, you meet his gaze.
"Water tightens a woman. It's fine."
"You're sure?" He cups the side of your face.
You smile at his concern and nod. "Sure." His hand moves to your neck, his thumb in your throat and fingers on your shoulder. He thrusts up into you with a grunt. How tight you are almost brings him off. You cry out, bowing backwards.
"Shit..." His mouth covers your nipple. You roll your hips to meet his thrusts, the churning water splashing onto the balcony floor. His thumb moves to your lips, pulling down slightly on your bottom one. You bite the pad of it then suck then bite again. His hand at your throat moves into your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat. His mouth tastes your skin while the fingers of his other hand teases your clit. You feel him tightening.
"Cum for me, sweetheart." His voice is breathy at your pulse. "Cum, darling. I need to feel you." He grunts, pulling harder on your hair. His body shakes, trying to hold it until you orgasm. You can't form words, only cries of pleasure. "Oh god, Audrey. I can't- Fuck! I'm gonna cum." He grits his teeth against your skin. He holds you down and pounds into you. That's all you need to go over the edge. You throw your head back and shout his name.
He falls still but continues to plant kisses on your neck then your ear and jawline. His lips move over your cheek and forehead, into your hair. "Let's go to bed." He helps you up then climbs out of the hot tub. He helps you down the steps then dries you off, using it as an excuse to touch you more. You return the favor, memorizing the feel of his body underneath the towel. Not that you could forget or that you hadn't already.
Neither of you bother with clothes. Tom takes the brush from your hands and sits behind you. "I've enjoyed this weekend immensely, Audrey." You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of him brushing your hair.
"I have too, Thomas." He lays your brush on the bedside table. "I'm not going to lie. It's been pretty wonderful going to sleep in your arms and waking up next to you."
"I feel the same." He lays down and pats the spot right next to him. You snuggle into the comforting firmness of his body. He plays with your hair until you fall asleep in his arms. He was really quite delighted to have found you again. He rolls over to his side, pressing his body to yours, wanting to be as close to you as possible. Eventually, his mind quiets enough for him to sleep.
You dig your nails into Tom's back as the orgasm tears through you. Your barking cries echo in the morning stillness. His pants tickle your ear and neck until he falls still. Your feet slip along his ass and upper thighs. "Good morning, Thomas."
"Good morning, Audrey." He nuzzles his nose against yours. "When do you need to leave?"
You glance at the clock on the bedside table. "In about two hours."
"That gives us enough time for a shower and breakfast." He kisses you deeply then lets you up. "I'll get the water going if you'll order room service. I trust you."
You watch him walk into the bathroom, naked as the day he was born. The muscles of his back and legs make you shiver. God, your toys were going to get lots of use. You roll over to the phone and place an order for a light breakfast then jump out of the bed. He'd surprised you with his mouth first thing this morning, you'd return the favor.
Tom carries your suitcase in his hand through the hotel lobby, holding your hand with the other. Convention goers definitely make note of the two of you. The valet brings your car around. He takes your bag from Tom and places it in your trunk.
Tom waits for you to get into the driver's seat and buckle up. He leans in your window and kisses you tenderly. "Call me when you arrive home. I want to know you know you've made it safe."
"I can do that. Have fun at your convention."
"I've had more fun with you this weekend. But I'll try." He kisses you again then walks up onto the curb, watching you drive away. His phone rings. He looks at the display. It's the picture he snapped of the two of you kissing in the soft morning sunlight. "You're not supposed to be on the phone while you're driving, pet."
"I know. I just wanted to tell you that I'm so glad I found you again."
"I was just thinking the same thing." There's a comfortable silence on the line while you listen to each other breathe. "Be safe."
"I will. Call you in a couple hours."
"I'll be waiting." He ends the call and shoves his hands in his pockets. A one night stand. A weekend together. Next time, he'd get you for longer. He'd make sure of that.
The End
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