Andersonville 8 The return of Tom McClain
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Not too long ago had an assignment to write a "romantic" scene around 500 words. Much longer, but heck it was fun to write.
The pendulum of the clock ticked out its steady cadence, never wavering. The radio played Wish You Were Here. Taylor looked at Tom’s last text, “You going to be able to handle Wednesday babe?”
Butterflies slammed into her sides; she was nervous. His desire screamed at her from the simple innocuous words. Today her handsome, smart, kind incredible lover was going be an unrestrained male tiger.
Beep.
“On my way.”
Taylor sat down grabbing a book re-reading the same pages.
Knock, knock.
Taylor opened the door, smiling broadly. Tom walked into the room, closing the door behind him. His smile was gentle, his eyes were hungry. Tom wrapped his arms around her drawing her to him. Taylor savored the smell of his cologne, tipping her head back for his kiss. His hands moved to her ass pressing her into his hips.
Taylor pulled his shirt out of his pants, running her hands up his broad back. She could feel his muscles tighten. Needing to get closer, she lowered her hands to his perfectly formed ass pressing his hips into hers even more. Tom broke the kiss to nip her neck. Taylor gasped. Her body felt like a downed electrical wire whipping across the ground. Tom turned her around so her back was leaning into him.
Tom reached under Taylor’s sweater drawing circles on her belly gently nibbling on her ear, “I missed you love. I’ve missed being with you, moving in you.”
He continued to move his hands upward feeling every breath she took. He paused realizing nothing impeded his hands from touching her breasts. “Hummm, I see you missed me too.”
Taylor moaned as she started moving to a silent song, undulating, increasing and decreasing the pressure against him. He needed to taste her, feel her naked against his chest and needed to remove the damned skirt. He turned her, pushing her back against the wall stilling the madding dance of her hips. Before bending his head to kiss her, he looked into her eyes. They were burning bright. His chest swelled. His tigress was coming out to play. Taylor’s hands pulled his head towards hers. Her kiss was hot, passionate. He was going to have to pace himself.
He reached behind her unzipping her skirt. It dropped to the floor. He slid his hand under the waistband of her thong. She was so wet. He wanted to savor the moment-feeling her silky wetness on his fingers but she was tensing her muscles. He knew his tigress needed him. He pulled away from her kiss.
“Go ahead baby, cum.”
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she pulsed around his fingers. He slowed the tempo letting her catch her breath before resuming the relentless pace. He had every intention of leaving his lady love completely spent.
As her body tensed Taylor kissed him moaning into his mouth. She could feel Tom smiling. He always smiled when she came.
Taylor wanted him now, but as hot as it was when he wrapped her legs around his waist and held her upright against the wall while he made love to her in the entryway she wanted to feel the softness of a bed. She broke the kiss, grabbed his hand and started toward her room.
Once they walked through the doorway to the bedroom Tom grabbed her kissing her hard moving her to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed he pulled her between his thighs, lifting her sweater to expose her breasts so he could taste her.
Taylor inhaled.
“There are too many clothes.”
Tom yanked her sweater over her head. The pupils of his eyes darkened as she wiggled out of her thong.
“You have on too many clothes.”
“Yes I do.”
Once she pulled his shirt over his head Tom stood as she unbuckled his belt, sucking in his breath every time she grazed his waist with her fingers. Soon he was standing naked in front of her. Damn, he was perfect; broad shoulders, strong arms, narrow hips and well muscled thighs. He had the most incredible light brown eyes, a cross between gold and amber. Plus he was a gentleman…well he wasn’t exactly being a gentleman as he spun her around, backing her legs against the bed, but right now she didn’t want a gentleman.
He grabbed her hands pinning them by her head. Her heart hammered as he teased her with his cock.
“Is this what you want?”
Taylor looked him in the eyes, “Yes.”
Her response barely passed her lips when Tom thrust into her. Taylor gasped raising her hips to meet his. As he moved it was like he wanted to completely merge his body with hers. She ran her hands along Tom’s back feeling the power and control of his muscles. He was warm.
Each thrust was causing her muscles to tighten. Tom smiled. She arched up as contractions started pulsing in time with her heart. She bit back a loud moan.
Tom leaned down his breathe tickled her ear, “Be as loud as you want. I like hearing you.”
Tom rolled so she was on top of him. She lowered herself down his shaft, rocking back and forth. Slowly she raised herself up.
He rose up, not wanting to loose the contact. He knew she was close as she started to arch back. Tom held her hands to balance her. She squeezed his hands hard as she seated herself all the way rocking back and forth. He loved how responsive his tigress was.
She paused for just a moment before resuming moving the exquisite velvet sleeve up and down.
His eyes held hers, “Don’t stop.”
The pendulum of the clock ticked out its steady cadence, never wavering. The radio played Wish You Were Here. Taylor looked at Tom’s last text, “You going to be able to handle Wednesday babe?”
Butterflies slammed into her sides; she was nervous. His desire screamed at her from the simple innocuous words. Today her handsome, smart, kind incredible lover was going be an unrestrained male tiger.
Beep.
“On my way.”
Taylor sat down grabbing a book re-reading the same pages.
Knock, knock.
Taylor opened the door, smiling broadly. Tom walked into the room, closing the door behind him. His smile was gentle, his eyes were hungry. Tom wrapped his arms around her drawing her to him. Taylor savored the smell of his cologne, tipping her head back for his kiss. His hands moved to her ass pressing her into his hips.
Taylor pulled his shirt out of his pants, running her hands up his broad back. She could feel his muscles tighten. Needing to get closer, she lowered her hands to his perfectly formed ass pressing his hips into hers even more. Tom broke the kiss to nip her neck. Taylor gasped. Her body felt like a downed electrical wire whipping across the ground. Tom turned her around so her back was leaning into him.
Tom reached under Taylor’s sweater drawing circles on her belly gently nibbling on her ear, “I missed you love. I’ve missed being with you, moving in you.”
He continued to move his hands upward feeling every breath she took. He paused realizing nothing impeded his hands from touching her breasts. “Hummm, I see you missed me too.”
Taylor moaned as she started moving to a silent song, undulating, increasing and decreasing the pressure against him. He needed to taste her, feel her naked against his chest and needed to remove the damned skirt. He turned her, pushing her back against the wall stilling the madding dance of her hips. Before bending his head to kiss her, he looked into her eyes. They were burning bright. His chest swelled. His tigress was coming out to play. Taylor’s hands pulled his head towards hers. Her kiss was hot, passionate. He was going to have to pace himself.
He reached behind her unzipping her skirt. It dropped to the floor. He slid his hand under the waistband of her thong. She was so wet. He wanted to savor the moment-feeling her silky wetness on his fingers but she was tensing her muscles. He knew his tigress needed him. He pulled away from her kiss.
“Go ahead baby, cum.”
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she pulsed around his fingers. He slowed the tempo letting her catch her breath before resuming the relentless pace. He had every intention of leaving his lady love completely spent.
As her body tensed Taylor kissed him moaning into his mouth. She could feel Tom smiling. He always smiled when she came.
Taylor wanted him now, but as hot as it was when he wrapped her legs around his waist and held her upright against the wall while he made love to her in the entryway she wanted to feel the softness of a bed. She broke the kiss, grabbed his hand and started toward her room.
Once they walked through the doorway to the bedroom Tom grabbed her kissing her hard moving her to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed he pulled her between his thighs, lifting her sweater to expose her breasts so he could taste her.
Taylor inhaled.
“There are too many clothes.”
Tom yanked her sweater over her head. The pupils of his eyes darkened as she wiggled out of her thong.
“You have on too many clothes.”
“Yes I do.”
Once she pulled his shirt over his head Tom stood as she unbuckled his belt, sucking in his breath every time she grazed his waist with her fingers. Soon he was standing naked in front of her. Damn, he was perfect; broad shoulders, strong arms, narrow hips and well muscled thighs. He had the most incredible light brown eyes, a cross between gold and amber. Plus he was a gentleman…well he wasn’t exactly being a gentleman as he spun her around, backing her legs against the bed, but right now she didn’t want a gentleman.
He grabbed her hands pinning them by her head. Her heart hammered as he teased her with his cock.
“Is this what you want?”
Taylor looked him in the eyes, “Yes.”
Her response barely passed her lips when Tom thrust into her. Taylor gasped raising her hips to meet his. As he moved it was like he wanted to completely merge his body with hers. She ran her hands along Tom’s back feeling the power and control of his muscles. He was warm.
Each thrust was causing her muscles to tighten. Tom smiled. She arched up as contractions started pulsing in time with her heart. She bit back a loud moan.
Tom leaned down his breathe tickled her ear, “Be as loud as you want. I like hearing you.”
Tom rolled so she was on top of him. She lowered herself down his shaft, rocking back and forth. Slowly she raised herself up.
He rose up, not wanting to loose the contact. He knew she was close as she started to arch back. Tom held her hands to balance her. She squeezed his hands hard as she seated herself all the way rocking back and forth. He loved how responsive his tigress was.
She paused for just a moment before resuming moving the exquisite velvet sleeve up and down.
His eyes held hers, “Don’t stop.”
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