TOMAS(PETER) NOW

                                    

                                          
This girl has me completely wrapped around her finger. Ten hours on a train. Ten long hours. And why? Because she wanted to.
She's sitting next to me, nose buried in Pride and Prejudice for what has to be the 200th time.
"You know what would be fun?" I ask, breaking the silence.
She glances up, annoyed that I've interrupted her reading. We're nearing Basel, ready for yet another transfer.
"Getting off here, heading straight to the airport, and catching the first flight to Geneva," I suggest, leaning back in my seat.
She frowns at me, her lips pressed into a tight line.
"Don't give me that look," I groan. "I've been sitting here for ten hours. I'm exhausted. And, frankly, I need to be inside you."
Her cheeks flush, and she lowers her book slightly. "I could... sit on you," she whispers, her voice so quiet it almost gets lost in the hum of the train. Her blush deepens as she raises the book to hide her face.
I chuckle, amused and thoroughly enchanted by her. "Baby," I say, my tone teasing, "you're loud. Everyone on this train will hear you screaming my name."
Her blush spreads to her ears, but she meets my gaze with a daring smile. "I don't care," she says softly.
"Fuck, Rhian," I mutter, leaning closer. "The idea of being heard turns you on, doesn't it?"
She nods, her smile widening, mischief glinting in her eyes.
"Take off your panties," I tell her, my voice low and commanding. I free myself from my jeans as she hesitates for only a second before doing exactly as I ask. The eagerness in her movements sets my pulse racing.
Now bare beneath her skirt, she watches me with anticipation, waiting for my next move. I kneel before her, pulling her legs apart to find her already soaking wet. I can't help but grin. She's always so ready for me.
I press my lips to her, teasing her folds with my tongue. "You taste so good," I whisper, my voice muffled against her. She lets out a loud moan, and I pause, smirking up at her.
"Baby, you'll need to stay quiet, or I'll stop."
She nods, her lips parted, her eyes glassy with need. I continue my slow torture, licking and sucking her in a way that has her trembling. But just as her body begins to quake, I stop, pulling away. Her whimper of protest is music to my ears.
I sit back down, my erection straining. "Come here. Sit on me," I tell her, my voice thick with desire.
She straddles me and slowly lowers herself, inch by inch, taking me inside her. The sensation is mind-numbing. She's so warm, so wet, that I almost lose control right then and there. She starts to move, but it's agonizingly slow.
"Baby," I grit out, "I need you to come now, because I'm not going to last much longer."
She quickens her pace, grinding against me as I guide her with my hands. Her breathing grows shallow, her moans louder, and when I press my thumb to her clit, she shatters. The way she tightens around me has me following her almost instantly. I come so hard I see stars.
She collapses against me, her breathing ragged. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. I'm still inside her, and I don't want to move, don't want this moment to end.
Sensing my thoughts, she murmurs against my ear, her voice soft and sleepy. "Don't pull out... please."
I nod, holding her tighter. "Never," I whisper.
When we finally reach the hotel, we're both dog-tired. She crawls into bed and falls asleep almost instantly. I should rest too, but instead, I work, keeping one eye on her as she sleeps.