Chapter 13

                                    

                                          
B: when is he coming back?
H: tonight!
B: girl you better prepare yourself!
H: I think he will be tired from the journey
B: but not exhausted *smirk*
H: Britt!!
B: I am just saying
I put my phone in its charger and cleaned up the house. He had given me his keys to his house, mainly for taking care of Bobby. On the other hand he hoped I would be waiting for him when he arrives back. And so I did.
His house was all clean. Bobby had been taken out and dinner was ready to be served. The doorbell rang, Bobby started barking. He knew his owner was on the other side of the door. I was not the only one who had missed him.  
I opened the door. Bobby was getting too excited. 
"Hi", Tom said happily. He threw himself in my arms. He let out a deep sigh.
"I've missed you", he let out.
"I've missed you too", I cried a little.
He got inside after Bobby kept asking him for his attention. I closed the door and watched the two of them reunite. I walked to the kitchen and put on the oven. 
"You cleaned everything and made dinner?"
"Yes, I wanted your return to be perfect."
"There's nothing nor no one more perfect than you."
"Hiddle stop. You're making me blush."
"Nothing else", he asked. He stood behind me, his hand on my waist. It slowly traveled between my thighs, applying a little pressure.
"Maybe that too", I breathed out.
He spun me around in his arms. His lips were quickly on mine. He kissed me passionately, yet also needy. 
"Hazel, I hate to do your dinner discredit, but I really need you right now."
"Oh really, I hadn't noticed", I teased. 
"Hadn't you", he asked. He twirled me around again. My back pressed against his chest. My ass grinding his crotch. 
He attacked my neck with kisses, sucking and nibbling on my skin. His hands massaged my breasts. He pulled back
"Not wearing a bra", he asked in disbelief.
"Oops", I chuckled. My hand took a hold of his ass. Massaging it like he massaged my breast. He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it away. I took off my shorts and threw them in the same direction as my shirt. 
He slapped my ass a little before kissing me from behind. I grew impatient. This teasing making me getting wetter my every second that passed. I grinded my ass against his crotch, repeating and seductively. A sign that I needed more.
"So impatient", he groaned. 
Tom stepped back and knelt down. His fingers hooked around the waistband of my panties. He pulled them down and tossed them away. He kissed my ass a little before putting his attention to my cunt. I leaned over the counter, a moan escaping my mouth. I looked over my shoulder to get a view on what he was doing to me. Another moan left my mouth as he teased my clit more.
Uncautiously, my leg laid itself on the counter, giving Tom more access. A sweet pain built in my stomach with every move Tom made. A feeling he had given me before.
"Tom", I moaned. He groaned against my pussy and got back up right before my sweet relief. I whined at the loss of his touch, but was quickly comforted by his lips. He twirled me around and trapped me between the counter and his body. His lips carried the taste of my nectar. A taste that made me even crave for more.
He was passionate, sensual and all together a tease. He pushed his crotch against my pelvic surface, grinding and pulling me closer. I pulled his shirt off his body. His skin against mine. He brushed my hair behind my back as my arms wrapped around his neck.
He pulled away from me and kissed my breast. He licked his finger and carefully started rubbing my clit. My head threw itself back while that sweet feeling returned once more. I couldn't help but to feel his erection through his pants. 
"Tom take it off", I whined. He giggled and quickly took off his remaining clothes except his boxers.
"You'll have to earn that", he mocked. That didn't stop me from touching him. He went back to my breasts, back to rubbing my clit. The sensation he gave me was getting too much for me.
"You can only cum around my cock", he said. I nodded and tried to fight the urge to cum. Once Tom was ready with teasing me, he took off his boxers.
I wanted to tease him as well. I turned us around and made him it on the counter. He had a cocky grin. He knew what my plan was and he was eager to let me have my ways with him. He hopped on the counter and opened his legs for me. I licked his cock, from the base all the way up to the tip. He threw his head back as he tried to find some support by the wall. I kept bouncing my head up and down. From the tip back to the base. He moaned over and over again, praising me and also cursing out some words. Meanwhile my hand and my mouth became sync, bringing him pleasure.
He pulled my head up and made me clear he was ready. He came standing behind me. The tip slowly rubbing against my clit. He slowly let his cock sink in. I moaned.
"I will never get enough of how you react to that", he said. He slowly started to move back and forth. He gained speed. My moans got louder. While he was pounding into me, we tried to find support: hands leaning against the wall, leaning against the counter. Tom laid my leg laid back on the counter. His hands having a hold on my waist. 
"Fuck", I cursed over and over, "Tom please."
"Cum my love", he ordered me. I did as he told me and concentrated on that orgasm brewing in my stomach. I let out a moan as a wave of sweet agony flew over my body. Tom moaned too.
"Yes", he whined. I felt his cum warm up my body. His cock twitching. He moaned, trembled. He whined it out. I had never seen him like this. 
"I love you", he breathed out as he slowly came back to his senses. He slowly pulled out and planted a kiss on my head.
"I love you more."
We cleaned up our mess and took a shower together before hopping on the couch. Bobby joined us and we watched a film. Tom wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to his body. 
"How was America", I asked him.
"It was good."
"Tom, I know you can't tell me what the film is about, but please I am going mad. You were done so quickly-"
"I hope it didn't bother you."
"Not about that! I mean. Your shoots were over so fast. Carter and I were speculating what the reason could be. There was only one theory that made sense to me: Loki dies."
He sighed.
"He's dying", I stated as I got up to look at him.
"I am not saying whether he is or not, but you two we're right: he has little scenes in the film. That's all I can say."
I scoffed and fell back on his chest. He chuckled and stroked my back.