Valentine’s Day Smut Part 2 of 2
Falling on top of her, he smiled down at her as she shifted and allowed him to settle between her legs. She bit her lip as she sat up on her elbows, her face inches from his. “Well?”
“I need to know your name,” Tom whispered and his lips hovered over her skin as he seduced her, though it was obvious that he didn’t need to do that. This could be perfect! No emotional connection, just a night of passionate sex to cure what was ailing him. But he already knew that he was ruining it by insisting on her name.
He heard a soft sigh come from her lips and she fell back onto the bed. “You don’t need to know my name.”
“Yes, I do,” he whispered back, his hands finally touching the smooth skin of her rib cage, inching closer to those lovely breasts whose nipples were so taught with anticipation that they seemed to almost scream out for any kind of contact.
“Then call me Juliet,” she moaned, her skin covered in goose bumps from his soft caresses. He laughed softly and leaned down, meeting her lips with his and kissing her slowly, his right hand finally covering her left breast. She arched her back and moaned at his touch and nibbled his lip softly.
“Juliet? Because we only just met and are already so intimate?” he asked, she nodded immediately. “Hmm, you like Shakespeare then?” she nodded again and he kissed her again. “Did you know that I am an ac..”
“I know! But don’t say anything else…” she interrupted him quickly by covering his mouth with her hand. He was looking at her, his brow knitted in confusion. “Tonight is not for talking.”
Suddenly, she rolled them and he was lying under her, looking up at her body as she sat up. Tempting as it was to just have sex with this beautiful girl, he was concerned. “But, what if I want to know about you? You obviously know who I am…”
“Yes, I know who you are, but loads of people know who you are, yes?” she questioned and he nodded slowly. “What does it matter? I know you don’t actually care right now,” she grinned as she grinded herself against his hardened member and he groaned softly. She smiled and leaned down, kissing him softly and whispered, “Just fuck me tonight. No strings attached. I won’t hold you to calling me tomorrow or having to pay for a date… Nothing like that. I’m here to give you what you want right now.”
Without any more convincing, Tom threw everything he wanted to know about her aside for the moment and grabbed the sides of her head, pulling her to him and kissing her hard. Their teeth clashed together as their hands roamed over each other’s bodies and they grinded together. Juliet moaned deeply in her throat as he pushed her backwards so that her head was at the end of the bed and he hovered over her, grinning as he slowly slid her panties down her thighs and off of her legs, tossing them aside somewhere in the room.
Juliet licked her lips as he looked her over, obviously liking what he saw as he bent down to worship her body with his lips: kissing, biting, licking, sucking of every bit of skin he could manage. He paid extra attention to each breast, noting how she moaned louder when he tugged gently at her nipples with his lips and grinned as she visually got more excited when he approached her apex. His nimble fingers slid up the inside of her thigh and, without hesitation, dipped into the already overly slick folds of her womanhood. The moan that issued from her mouth nearly made Tom come right then.
Heaven. Her scent was divine, just like a woman should smell, and Tom’s mouth began to water as he craved the taste of her. Feeling her fingers tangle into his hair, he grinned and stuck his tongue out, licking just the peak of her cunt, where her clit was waiting to be worked. Juliet’s body jerked and her fingers tightened briefly in his hair. Grinning, he did it again, this time flicking over the sensitive bud and pushing a finger into her. A moaned resonated through the room and Tom knew he was doing something right. Adding a second finger and working over her clit, he quickly had her writhing and moaning his name like it was some sort of prayer.
“Stop, stop…” she suddenly, pushing at his head. He looked up at her with yet another confused look, but stopped like she asked. Her face was already red from blushing and over excitement. “I need you… inside of me,” she used her feet to start tugging down his briefs and he smiled, helping her remove them.
“You didn’t want me to eat you until you came?” he teased her with a cute pout and she smiled at him before laughing softly.
“Maybe later… But I can’t wait any longer to have you inside of me…” She wrapped her legs around him and brought him close to kiss him. “Fuck me,” she demanded as she let go of his bottom lip which she had tugged with his teeth. Tom didn’t need any more convincing as he held onto her lips and pushed into her all the way to the hilt, their hips resting against each other’s. Both gasped loudly, sparks shooting off and flying all through their bodies. Tom and Juliet both looked at one another, trying to understand what was happening right now, but Tom’s hips stayed still for too long, and Juliet moved anxiously, breaking them from their trance.
Pulling out slowly, he exhaled against her mouth as he reentered her, amazed at how incredible she felt around him, as if they were made to be joined together; two pieces of a puzzle. She touched his face as he found a steady rhythm, meeting his thrusts with her own. Their eyes never left the others, except for the occasionally unavoidable pleasure induced eye-roll, but they always returned to each other as if they would miss something if they wandered off for too long.
“Oh God,” Juliet moaned through a whisper, her fingers getting tangled up once again in his blonde curls. Tom decided that this was definitely a lot better than a movie and a late night wank; hell, he had decided that the moment he saw her dancing in her room. He tried to remember how adorable she was before she realized he was watching her. So completely unashamed of whom she was. It was then that he realized that she had that same look about her right now.
“Harder, Tom,” she encouraged, and he obliged, his fingertips digging into her hips as he lifted them to give him a better angle. She seemed to enjoy this new elevation because she arched her head back, moaning louder than she had so far and quickly slid a hand down his back, grabbing his ass cheek and digging her nails in.
Hissing at the enjoyable pain, he grinned and took the opportunity to kiss and nip at her neck, letting loose and completely fucking her, which was exactly what she wanted; or at least it appeared to be because she arched her back and with every breath she let out another moan louder than the last.
“Fuck.. fuck.. yes! Oh, God!” she cried out, her legs spread as wide as they could possibly go, completely open for him to go as hard as he could.
“Is… that… hard enough?” he grunted out at every thrust, and she nodded weakly, her body beginning to stiffen. He could feel her walls tightening around his cock and he grinned, “Come for me, darling… Scream my name… Fuck, you feel amazing!”
And with that, she came, screaming out, “Tom!” several times as her whole body shook and surged with pleasure. He grunted and groaned as he released into her, knowing that this was the moment in which he wished she had told him her name. In its place, he let out a string of explicatives.
Their shaking bodies, slick with a light sheen of sweat, slowed their ministrations and they both panted in unison. She settled under him, opening her eyes and seeing that he was staring down at her with a very satisfied look in his eyes, which also had a twinge of amazement and intrigue. She grinned at him and wiped some sweat from his forehead before she closed the distance between them and kissed him slowly.
He moaned against her lips, but he needed more air. He broke the kiss and moved to rest his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat.
After a few minutes of silence, Tom finally got up the courage to ask her something. He knew she wouldn’t tell him her name, not tonight at least, but maybe she would tell him something else.
“What were you listening to earlier when I saw you dancing?”
“Friday I’m In Love by The Cure,” she answered simply and without hesitation.
Tom looked up at her and she raised an eyebrow. “Really? That is absolutely one of my favorite songs! It’s my ringtone!”
She laughed softly at how excited he got, “Is it?! I love that song!”
They spent the next several hours talking and pleasuring each other in every way that they could think of without leaving the bed. It was the best Valentine’s Day that Tom had ever had.
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