Oblivion

Part 1

"I want you to know how much I love you, Tom." I nibbled his ear.

"Go away, you're annoying." He pushed my face away from him, he's too busy with his laptop, arranging our marriage.

"I want to have my Bachelorette party two weeks before our day, Hon." I demanded while I find the page I am currently at.

"You can't always get what you want, Brat." He teased.

"Really, yeah?" I threw my book, grabbed his shoulders and pushed him hardly onto the sofa.

"You think you're strong enough?" He chuckled and shifted me under him.

"You have advantages. While I have this."

I kissed him torridly while he lets my tongue explore his world. I grind my hips to him so I can feel the growth. I wasn't disappointed! My right hand went to his head to deepen him more, while the other adventured below to grab him tight. But he's kissing me chastely. Ugg, so exasperating. He pulled my hand away from him and placed it to his butt cheek. He releases from the kiss and we're both panting.

"Women with their advantages. Men's weaknesses. Please, please, please behave, Lorraine. My parents are coming and I don't want them to see us at the after-fuckery." He kisses my forehead.

"The scarcity of men with unbelievable self-control is certainly villainous." I smoothen my hair and sat upright. He does his laptop again.

"An abundance of women with no self-control is unacceptable. Vulgar." He laughed.

"We're a match made in heaven, Tom." I smirked.

"Told you, you can't always get what you want." He grinned.

"Such a jerk," I hissed. I stood up and went to the kitchen to check my Caserole for later. To have my vengeance, I've let the chopping board fall and screamed.

"Ow, shit!" I supressed my laughter and pretend to be hurt. Tom jolted in a mili-second.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" He frantically observed my hands.

"No, I'm just hungry." He looked at me straight in the eyes, searching for my soul if I had any.

"You dirty, little..." He pushed me harshly to the wall and dragged my hands up with one from him. His lips met mine while his free hand touched my cheek. He let go.

"What?" I pant. He grins, releases my hands and he made our height equal by pushing me up againsts the wall while I placed my legs on his back for support.

"I love you," He whispered. I grabbed his face so our lips can meet once again. He playfully grinds his hips to tease himself and me.

"Holy mother of Christ," Tom carefully puts me down. I flushed.

"Mr. and Mrs. Stevens! You guys are an hour early," I stuttered.

"Sorry for the interruption, we will be heading to the living room and wait for dinner. Enjoy yourselves." They walked past us and to the living room.

"God, Lorraine!" Tom hissed. I giggled.

"You're so cute when you're mad." I hugged him.

"You think it's funny? It was embarrassing for goodness' sake," He's mad, but he'll get over it for the mean time.

"Well, God didn't give you a saint-like fiancée, sorry!" He removes my hands from my hug. I fold my arms and rolled my eyes.

"Can't you be just like any other girl? The one with some grace." He angrily stated.