Chapter 8
I got to Tom's my usual twenty minutes late, internally cringing, with a coffee stain on my shirt, and fiending for a joint.
I just had to accept we were together at this point, because not just any man would tolerate all this.
I heard Blossom's loud whinny as I got out of my car, my heart fluttering that she already knew the sound of my car pulling up.
Tom already had the door open and was waiting for me, Blossom no doubt tipping him off about my arrival.
"Hi beautiful," he called out. "Hi handsome.
" I jogged the remaining distance and flung myself into his arms, kissing him fiercely.
It felt silly to feel so strongly for someone so fast, but at the same time felt so right and easy.
I mean, what else would two spiritual hippie artists living in LA do?
We started making out unashamedly. He pulled me into the house, closing the door behind us.
Neither of us bothered to speak, completely caught up in each other.
Even though I had seen him only forty-eight hours ago, so much had changed during that period.
I felt like I had been through the emotional wringer, and I just needed him.
Was this the original mature plan to talk things out from a business perspective?
No, definitely not. Oh well. He scooped me up in his arms bridal style and carried me back to his bedroom, still kissing me senseless.
Even though I was getting hot and bothered for him, my pussy pulsing, searching for his cock already, I also felt a deep wash of peace in his presence.
His grin cracked wide over his face as we kept kissing, as if my presence brought him the same peace I felt.
Placing me down next to the bed, he let me decide what happened next, as if all too aware of our strange circumstances.
I held his gaze, slipping my dress over my head easily, now completely naked in front of his fully dressed frame.
His chest was heaving faster with each breath as he took in my form, his gaze traveling over my body up and down, finally returning to my eyes to cock a wordless eyebrow, as if to question my readiness for him without breaking the silence.
My smirky smile was answer enough. He picked me up to flip me onto the bed before I could register the movement, a squeal escaping me before giggles followed.
But my laughs didn't last long. Tom's massive hands flipped me onto my knees, pressing my shoulder blades down so my chest fell into the bed.
Thank God for all the yoga I had been doing.
His lips were on my pussy from behind, gripping my ass ferociously and pulling me back harder against his face.
This man was a beast when it came to eating me out, getting his mouth on every inch of me and devouring me like a man starved.
He always made me come before he put his massive length inside me, but I didn't want that this time.
I needed to feel him stretch me, work me deeply.
"Fuck me, Tom," I demanded in a moan, just on the brink of an orgasm with his mouth on me.
He groaned in the negative into my pussy, insisting on getting me off.
"But I want your cock in me," I protested, barely able to stay focused on anything but feeling his fingers slide inside while he was licking my clit.
His responding grumble was too much for me to take, the vibration causing my orgasm to leap over the edge, pulsing heavily around his fingers.
"We do need to actually talk though," he said calmly and warmly as he kissed my head while I finished coming.
"I know, I just want to live in the bubble a little longer.
" I nuzzled into his chest as if to hide my face from reality.
His low chuckle vibrated against my body.
"How about we sleep tonight, go for a ride in the morning, then talk when we're refreshed?
" he asked calmly. "I'll agree only if we also fuck a few more times between now and then," I joked.
"That was implied." He smiled down, licking his lips before diving into a searing kiss, my senses so alive it was overwhelming.
His body rolled over mine again, his already hard cock flopping against my stomach before he directed it toward my very needy pussy.
"God, you're beautiful," he said, staring down the length of my body as he thrust inside me, riding the load of cum from just moments before still inside me.
The morning arrived far too soon after a night of mostly lovemaking.
We had our coffee and took the horses out, a comfortable but weighted silence hanging between us.
We showered together after the ride, getting each other off on our knees before we finished up.
"Let's go eat breakfast. I can make an omelet," Tom smiled as he wrapped me in a towel.
"Ooh, yes please!" That sounded so amazing.
"Can you put in some of the cherry tomatoes from your garden?
" "Already planning on it." He kissed my head as we both put on his clothes: sweats and his big T-shirts.
I intentionally rifled through his drawer to find a The Band shirt while he left for the kitchen.
It took me a second, but I finally found one: a picture of him performing on the front with a list of tour dates from their tour two years ago.
I slipped it on with an internal giggle.
No way he wouldn't give me hell for this, and I knew he'd get a laugh out of me wearing it.
I made my way into the kitchen, bare feet and damp hair, to find him cooking.
He was so handsome it still took my breath away.
His floppy hair perfectly framed his face, sharp jaw and soft, gentle eyes.
He always felt so warm to me, softening the sharp edge of his intimidating good looks.
"Do you want more coffee, gorgeous?" he asked before turning around to look at me.
"Yes, please." I made my way around the counter, facing him.
He finally turned to me, freezing when he saw the shirt, then immediately bursting out laughing, doubling over as his deep gravel voice struggled for air.
His laugh inspired mine naturally, now both of us breathless with stomach-shaking laughter as my omelet cooked behind us.
He finally grabbed me and planted a passionate kiss on my mouth, smiling down at me with his eyes just radiating as we stared at each other.
"God, I love you." He said it so nonchalantly, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.
"You do?" Breathless for a whole new reason, my eyes wide.
"I do." He was so confident, a calm about him that soothed any nerves I could have before they appeared.
"I love you too." I barely said it above a whisper, not thinking about anything, just feeling.
And it was true—I did love him. In a way I couldn't explain, it was unlike anything I had felt before.
Just so warm and calm and safe, yet funny and absolutely exhilarating.
And absolutely, absurdly horny. Sensing the vibe shift, Tom turned off the burner cooking the omelet, then turned to absolutely take over my senses.
He had my legs wrapped around him and me sitting on the kitchen counter in zero seconds.
He held me off the counter long enough to get my sweatpants and underwear below my hips, swiftly setting me back on the counter and wiping them clean off my legs.
He growled into my mouth, a bit of an edge I loved to his movements.
A desperation for me. "I can't handle it when you wear my boxers.
It makes me want to ram into you and never come back out.
" His words made me gasp and heat flick over every inch of my skin, zapping right to my clit as my now bare bottom half ground against his still sweat-covered, rock-hard cock, staining the front of his pants with how wet I was.
"I need to fuck you now," his barely contained emotion evident in his voice.
"Please." My hips searched for his cock of their own accord.
I felt desperately empty without him, my pussy clenching around nothing as I was already near another orgasm.
He reached between us to free his pounding hard cock from his sweats.
He pushed into me almost clumsily, just desperate to be inside me in a very raw, unrestrained way.
He didn't hold back once he was there, thrusting into me nearly brutally.
I gripped onto his shoulders for dear life, moaning loudly as he built me up to an orgasm before I could fully comprehend how good he really felt inside me.
Long before I wanted to, we re-emerged from the sex to the elephant waiting for us in the room.
"I guess we finally should talk, beautiful.
" Tom kissed the top of my head after God knows how long lying peacefully in bed.
"Can you finish making me that omelet?" I asked.
"Oh my God, I forgot to feed you. Bad boyfriend behavior.
" He chastised himself jokingly. I paused, putting on my big girl adult conversation panties as I geared up to respond to what he just said.
"Is that what you are? My boyfriend?" My voice felt weak and meek, with hope in my eyes.
"That's what I want to be." His tone suddenly so serious as our eyes latched together again.
"I want that too." I said it quiet as a mouse back to him. The omelet didn't get made for a while.