Meeting An Old Friend

Chapter 10

My mind was somewhere on cloud 9 and my body was overcome with ecstasy. 

"That feel good, babe?" Tom looks up from under the sheets with a devilish smirk on his face. His finger pressed against my sweet spot, swirling in circular motions as my legs begin to twitch. My head thrown back against the soft hotel pillow and my back arches just as he inserts two of his long, slender fingers.

"Uuuunnghh! Tom!" I whimper but he doesn't seem to notice as his rhythm gets faster and more aggressive. His hand is pounding into me while his tongue gracefully touches my surface, the mixture of rough and soft is just too much for me to handle. 

"How dare you, Chels. If you come...I swear...." Tom's voice was dark and sadistic, a side I never would have thought of Tom possessing. "I...I...I can't help it....it's too damn much!" My voice is shaky as I'm sitting on the edge of the biggest climax I was ever going to have.

Just like that, he retracts his fingers and slides his body over mine. His torso is toned with his pale skin looking a bit flushed. His face inches from mine and I can smell sex exuding from his pours. 

"Now Chels...babe..." his fingers runs along my jawline with him cusping my chin, pulling my face down to look at his. “Be patient. You'll come when I want you to. I'm just getting started." He smiles before he forces his tongue in my mouth. His lips move to my neck, instantly giving me goose bumps and leaving marks of him all over it.

"You are so beautiful, Chels. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He says as his right hand massages my left breast. My hands run along his back, "Or what? You're gonna fly back here to beat them up?" Sarcasm is a beautiful thing.

Tom looks directly into my eyes, "Well, violence isn't the answer to everything. But I'll kick it to him Asgard style." He winks cheekily before breaking into a laugh.

"I've missed your laugh, Tom. I've missed you...." I run my fingers through his hair, tugging gently. 

"How much have you missed me?" 

"More than I should..."

"Tell me...how much..." he whispers softly, his lips trailing my collarbone. I gently moan, ignoring his request.

"How much, Chels." I stammer a bit. "A whole fucking lot, Tom. That good enough?"

He giggles a bit. "Perfect." 

It was then I felt the most intense pain. Tom thrusted himself inside me, his hips grinding on mine. My nails scale Tom's back, leaving red marks all over. Tom grabs my left leg and wraps it around his waist so he can get deeper inside me.

"Jesus Christ Tom! Fuuuuuuddggeee!" 

The pain never ended as his thrusts got deeper and his pace was faster. Tom was on a roll and I wasn't about to stop him. Remember, I come when he wants me too. Tom's breathing becomes heavy and his chest was slowly tightening. He was close and I could feel myself syncing with him.

Tom looked down at me, the tips of our noses gently touching. "Chels, I've missed you so much, words can't express..." His voice was soft and hoarse. I gently caress his cheek. 

"Then prove it to me, Hiddles. Make me yours. Make me come." 

I always got the sense that Tom was the kind of guy that loves a good challenge, even more so, loved being challenged. So I've decided to test his skills, his wit and his sexual prowess. It's time to let our bodies do all the talking.

The look on his face reminded me of this one time on the set of Thor. The battle scene between Loki and Thor where Thor tells Loki he can't kill the entire human race. That face Loki makes when he says "Why not?" Well...that was the exact face Tom made. 

Challenge accepted.

A few more seconds of deep thrusts and my insides clenched and quivered around his member. He arched his back as he slammed himself hard and I felt the direction of his thrust move within me, causing me to scream as I we came in unison.

Tom slips to his side with his head resting on his folded arm. I just lay there, my eyes wide open and my chest rising and falling with my exhausted breaths. Holy shit. I thought.

“Challenge completed.” Tom says cheekily before leaning over to kiss my flushed cheeks. “Oh…and did I hear you yell fudge?” I start laughing uncontrollably, “I’m sorry, suppose I was too in the moment to yell fuck?” He shakes his head with a smile on his handsome face, “You’re too adorable, Chelsea. I don’t want this weekend to end.”

I push his body flat on the bed, placing my head on his chest. His long arms wrap my shivering and weakened body. “I neither, let’s just enjoy the time we have.” I can feel Tom hiss the top of my head before moving the soaked strands of hair out of my face.

“Yes, lets.”

Even in a moment such as this, I couldn’t help but reap in the glory that is Tom Hiddleston. Suck it, Kat Dennings. Suck it hard.