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-Thursday-
If Tom could keep his face buried in your cunt for the rest of time, he surely would.
After the much too short amount of time he got to taste you while you'd been writhing on his desk less than 2 days ago, it turned out inviting you to stay with him over the university's mandated mid-term break had been an excellent idea.
He hadn't done it just for the sex, obviously. Having you spend the extended weekend with him had been a selfish act on his part. He wanted to spend more time with you. Time where the two of you could be unrestrained, time where he could get to know more about you and your body without interruption.
But of course, more sex had just been one of the perks that came with having you in his house and away from prying eyes.
One taste of you and Tom could honestly say he was already completely obsessed.
And to say he took pride in how much you seemed to enjoy it as well, the way his tongue traced through your folds and the hairs of his beard scratched at your skin, would have been an extreme understatement.
So, upon waking up next to you that first morning of break, the giddiness at having you there after you'd turned down the spare bedroom he'd offered only as a courtesy still present, Tom's first thought after he rolled over to look at your peaceful sleeping form was of tasting your sweet cunt again.
Of waking you up with his head shoved between your thighs as he nibbled on your clit and drank nectar from your pussy.
Slowly leaning over your form, Tom pressed a singular soft kiss right below your ear, and then he was moving. Gently pulling the covers down and away from your body and pushing himself up onto his knees, he waited with baited breath, hoping the temperature difference between the open air of the room and the comfort from under the sheets wouldn't be enough to wake you.
The two of you had gone to bed fully clothed last night. But it definitely wasn't enough to deter Tom. He took a moment to appreciate your bare expanse of skin under where your shirt had ridden up during the night, a little bit of the underside of one of your breasts peaking out.
Tom's first impulse was to lean down and swipe his tongue over that specific bit of your skin, but he had much more pressing matters to attend to. Like trying to get your thin leggings and panties out of the way without you being roused from your sleep.
Gliding a hand up your thigh, he cautiously dipped his fingers under the waistband of your pants, and slid them over your hips. It took a bit of careful maneuvering to get them to go down under the curve of your ass, still pressed into the mattress, but once they fell to the tops of your thighs, it was easy-going from there. And soon your bottom half was deliciously bare before him.
He felt his mouth practically water at the sight of you. Laid out in his bed, ready for him to devour like it was one of his dreams.
Except this time it was real.
Tom squeezed one of his fists. His short nails bit into the palm of his hand.
Yup, it's real.
Still trying to be cautious with his movements, Tom positioned himself between your thighs, spreading them just enough so that he could expose your cunt.
Shuffling downward on the bed he allowed himself to come face to face with your mound, tracing the tip of his nose along the crease between one of your thighs and your pelvis, he took in the sight of your glistening folds right there and ready for him to devour.
But he hesitated.
He-
"Tom." You mumbled almost unintelligibly.
Tom's eyes shot towards your face, and yet, there you still were, your eyes closed, your lips parted as your breaths slipped through them, and in the exact same position he'd left you.
The barest hint of a smile quirked over Tom's lips.
And with the thought that you were perhaps in the middle of a dream, about him nonetheless, his hesitation faded away, he parted your lips with his thumbs, and immediately dove in. Licking a long stripe up the entirety of your cunt, from perineum to the little nub that was your clit, he reveled in the way you tasted. All too similar to how he remembered you tasting when he had you spread out on his desk while he devoured you on his knees.
Oh, to worship you like that again.
Once he reached your clit, his automatic response was to suck the bud into his mouth, only gently teasing it at first.
However, at this, your legs immediately began to shuffle over the sheets, your thighs moving to squeeze against Tom's ears in your sleep.
A short moan escaped your lips.
Tom still wasn't deterred in the slightest.
Sucking even harder this time, he made sure to make it obvious that your clit was getting some well deserved attention before he dipped down to taste you once again. Licking at your entrance, tasting your arousal, he swirled his tongue in languid circles, gathering as much of your slick over his taste buds as he could.
Your legs began moving once more, your heels digging into the mattress.
From his position between your gorgeous thighs, Tom was able to watch as your head rolled from one side to the other on your pillow.
You let out a soft but high-pitched, "Oh?"
Tom grinned into your pussy, pushing his face in as close as possible, trying to nose your clit while he continued to lap at your delectable cunt.
He couldn't stop the moan he felt reverberate into your skin.
You were quick to respond with your own moan.
Removing his thumbs from where they were still spreading your folds, he gripped you at the back of your thighs and immediately threw your legs over his shoulders, no longer trying to be subtle about his intentions or what he was doing buried between your legs at almost 10 in the morning. As your thighs immediately pressed over his ears, his hands slid up around the swell of your ass and grabbed you around the back of your waist.
He was all too prepared to drown in your cunt. To go down and never come back up again.
And fuck, he was so hard right now.
Letting his eyes drop closed he allowed himself several long moments just to loose himself inside you, barely hearing the way the sheets were shifting under your now wriggling upper body. He allowed himself to get so caught up in your cunt that the only indication he had that you were finally on the edge of waking up was when one of your hands landed on the top of his head.
Oh, lord.
"Tom."
Ah.
You were finally awake.
Tom felt his heart stutter over a beat, felt heat continuously building low in his belly.
Opening his eyes once more, they immediately met yours. Your sleepy gaze directly on him, your mouth dropped open in another moan. But it didn't take long for you to realize what was happening.
"Oh fuck, Tom!" Your other hand quickly joined the first, tangling in the hair on the top of his head before tugging at the strands you'd captured.
Tom pulled back, only momentarily going up for air so that he could speak to you, "Good morning, Darling."
And before you could respond, he was going back in for your cunt once more.
A strangled moan escaped you, "What are you doing to me?" You cried out.
Tom nudged your clit with his tongue, stroking over it in wet circles before sucking it back into his mouth.
"Ohdeargodpleasedon'tstop." You rushed out, your words jumbling together, "I'm so close, holy shit."
Tom let out a little hum into your pussy, pulling another moan from you in response. With his still firm grip on your waist he tugged your hips as close as he could, and let out an absolutely obscene noise as he let his tongue begin exploring you again, and as he began completely devouring you whole. He allowed a little nip to your clit, the softest of nibbles, and the gentlest of tugs before letting his eyes droop closed.
Lord above was he in heaven, and not once had he given thought to removing a hand from your skin in order to get himself off.
Especially when, with a loud yell of his name, you were suddenly cumming into his mouth, your orgasm coating his tongue while the two of you moaned simultaneously.
But Tom refused to pull away. He was going to greedily gulp down every last drop of you until you were done.
Your thighs were quivering next to his ears, your grip on his hair tight (not that he minded, nor was it painful), and Tom was able to tell when you had finally come down from the high of your orgasm when your legs and hands finally fell away, collapsing to the bed and on top of his shoulders.
Looking to your face again, Tom let a smug satisfaction flow through him at the sight of your spent face, the wrecked top sheet surrounding your body, and the way your shirt had risen even further up your chest. You were almost completely exposed to him now.
Giving your pussy one last long and broad stripe, he licked clean all your crevices, before finally releasing you from his hold.
Your legs fell to the bed, still spread wide enough to accommodate Tom's form as he crawled up your body.
Finally he gave the underside of both your breasts the lavishings with his tongue that he'd wanted to earlier, enjoying not only the taste of the skin there but also the pleasant hum you let out in response. And when he eventually came face to face with you, hovering over your strewn out body, and your satisfied and glassy gaze met his, he allowed a slow and wide grin to form on his lips, matching the one you were now currently giving him.
You let out a sweet sigh, "Well, what was that all about, Professor? Don't you know I was trying to sleep?" You tried to tease, your voice still raspy from both your recent orgasm and sleep.
Tom's tongue poked out to lick his lips, happy that he could still taste you there, "I was trying to give a lesson on language and use of the tongue, Darling." To articulate his point he pressed his lips to yours, tongue briefly poking through, "And I'm afraid you weren't paying very much attention."
You let out a short laugh, "Well, if that's how you wake up all your students when they fall asleep in class, then I'm afraid I'm going to be spending far more time sleeping instead of paying attention."
Tom's gaze immediately darkened, he let out a low growl, and his hand's quickly swept under you and around your back, "No. Just you." He said before pulling your body tight to his and swiftly rolling over so that you were now lying on top of him.
Your wide eyes and squeak in response pulled a happy laugh from Tom.
After that the two of you were only able to spend so much more time in bed, happily cuddling and stroking each other's skin before the human needs started to get in the way. When your stomach had growled, Tom let out an amused hum before slowly releasing his hold around your back.
"I think that's our cue for us to find you some breakfast." He said.
You lifted your head from his chest, "And what about you?"
Tom stared at you for a long moment, "I think I've rather had myself a quite delicious breakfast already." He said all too seriously.
And when you blushed in response, he couldn't help the smile that rose to his lips.
Lifting his head upward, he attempted to catch your lips with his in a long kiss, only for you to jerk your head backwards. He automatically frowned, eyebrows pulling together in confusion at the rejection.
"I- My morning breath." You said. He could hear the self-consciousness embedded in your voice.
He rolled his eyes, one of his hands sliding up your spine to hold you at the back of the neck, "Darling, I just had my face buried in your cunt. I'm not exactly concerned with your morning breath." And pulling you forward, his lips finally met yours.
The kiss was long, and slow. You were reluctant in the beginning only for a short moment before the two of you were swiftly opening your mouths to each other. It was languid, genuine, and definitely perfect for a proper and first good morning kiss. (and whatever tastes you'd concerned yourself with clearly bothered neither of you)
When the two of you finally separated, Tom let his eyes gaze into yours. It was only once your stomach growled again that he decided it was truly time for him to be the gracious host and you the (very) privileged guest. Rolling your bodies over, he released you before sitting up in the bed and pulling you with him.
It was only once the two of you finally stumbled out of the bed that he gave you another quick peck and teasing wink, "You take as long a you need, Darling. I'll be in the kitchen whenever you're ready."
And as he left the room he couldn't resist giving your still bare ass a little pinch, taking absolute joy in the noise you'd made in response before you wandered off to his en-suite.
Jesus Christ. He'd only had his dick in you one time and he was already acting like a complete fool.
Whatever. He didn't care.
Besides, he truly couldn't help himself. He loved the sight of your delectable peach of an ass, and part of him kind of hoped that when you came out to join him for breakfast that you'd still be in nothing but your night shirt. That he'd be able to pull you and your bare ass right into his lap so that he could feed you properly, worship you in just another way that you deserved, and that while you ate he could touch you as freely as he liked.
Bloody hell. He was clearly already too far gone.
After busing himself with cooking a giant breakfast for the two of you, Tom had been overjoyed when you finally joined him in the kitchen.
It seemed as if you'd read his mind too, because even if you were wearing underwear, he was still unable to keep his eyes off of you. The sight of your night shirt riding up your midriff while you wore nothing else but a skimpy thong you'd clearly packed away with your clothes was enough to get him to almost trip over his own feet as he offered you a plate of food.
And, regardless, Tom stayed true to his own word. He pulled you into his lap in one of dining chairs instead of having you sit on the cold wood, and the two of you ate together. And it was after he'd filled his stomach with some proper food that he followed you his house the entire day. Neither of you bothered with any other clothes, choosing instead to laze around comfortable as you were, and Tom never bothered having you sit any other place than right in his lap when it was at all possible.
But it was safe to say that Tom had the pleasure of devouring your cunt no less than three more times that day.
-Friday-
You were staring at him again.
Not unlike every other time you'd stared at him before, absolutely entranced by everything about him.
And not like there was anyone here other than him to catch you this time.
Especially considering you were in his bedroom, only barely awake, with the covers still tucked around your body,
But, you were definitely staring again.
And Tom was definitely standing in front of you, back turned towards the bed as he pulled a few things out of his dresser, completely fucking naked.
It had been the realization that this was the first time you'd seen him naked that had caused a hitch in your breath and for your heart to almost stop dead.
And Jesus fuck was he gorgeous under those slacks and crisp button-up shirts. Especially as his skin was practically glowing in the bright morning light that had surrounded the room.
You slow pushed the sheets away from your shoulders, sitting up in the bed as your eyes remained locked on Tom's form. Hearing the shuffling of the bedding from behind him, his head lifted slightly and he turned trying to catch you out of the corner of his eye before going back to whatever he was previously doing.
"Good morning, Darling." His sweet accented voice fell to your ears like honey drizzled over warm bread, "Did you sleep well?"
But you couldn't respond. You were completely tongue-tied as you watched him shift from one foot to the other, his firm ass shifting with him. Oh dear god how you wanted so desperately to squeeze at the skin at the top of his hips, to- Your breath caught in your throat again. When you didn't respond, Tom took it upon himself to turn around completely- oh fuck his dick- so he could properly look at you.
"Are you alright?"
Your head could only tilt in response as your gaze drifted over his physique and you very clearly eyed him up.
Tom's brow furrowed and he slowly stalked towards the bed.
Your eyes followed.
But as his eyes darkened and he began crawling up the bed and over your body, you couldn't help the heat that had risen to your cheeks and was settling low in your belly. Once he was face to face with you, your eyes had no choice but to only meet his. He lifted a single eyebrow at you, amusement present nowhere in his features.
"What's wrong?" He asked. His tone was serious, not even giving off the indication that perhaps he was trying to tease you.
Your eyes widened, "I- You- You are... very naked."
His brow immediately dropped, and his face softened as his eyelashes fluttered, "And... that's a problem?"
You almost choked, "NO! No, definitely not."
You could tell he was confused again.
"It's-" Oh, fuck you were going to have to say it, weren't you? "It's just that, you've.... I've never seen you naked."
His eyes immediately shot upwards, as if he was trying to think.
It was true. The two of you had only slept together for the first time on Tuesday, and that was in his office where neither of you had been completely exposed. Today was only Friday, and yesterday had been spent with you almost completely bare the entire day. Something Tom had seemed to take great pleasure in, if all those little touches and his almost continuous hand-hold on your ass had been any indication. (Even if you'd been purposefully teasing him with that thong you'd deemed appropriate for the day)
"Yes. And I've never seen you naked." Tom stated as if it was obvious.
You pursed your lips, brows pulling together, "That's definitely not true."
Tom's face immediately changed, eyes suddenly alight with humor, "Oh, is that so?" He slowly reached for the covers that had gathered around your waist, and, without glancing away from you, began peeling them down your legs.
You couldn't help but watch, confused and fascinated by what he seemed to be planning.
Now kneeling over your exposed legs, still in the leggings you had worn to bed, Tom's hands slowly snaked up your thighs before be grabbed at your waistband. His fingers dipped underneath them, teasing the flesh at your hips, "You mean..." Suddenly your leggings were being dragged down your legs, your panties going with them as Tom practically ripped them off of you, "like this?"
Your breath hitched, and your eyes followed Tom's hands as they were gliding up your skin once more, catching the way he was already half hard, his cock bobbing between his thighs as he continued to tease you. His hands conformed to your body, sliding over the sides of your hips, pausing only to drag his thumbs over the tops of your thighs before he was reaching for the bottom hem of your night shirt.
Your eyes met his. You could see the question lingering there in his gaze. It was the only hesitation he showed before you gave a subtle nod and he was swiftly pushing your shirt up and over your head before throwing it off the side of the bed.
"Or, like this?"
Your breath was starting to pick up. The moment you'd noticed him enter the room in all his nude glory, you'd felt arousal growing between your thighs, especially as you appreciated the sight of him standing naked in front of you so casually. But now? Now, as you stared up at Tom, your eyes wide, your skin completely flushed, that arousal was becoming harder and harder to ignore.
You sucked in a quick breath, holding it for a moment as you shifted up on the bed, your arms cautiously reaching for Tom. You could tell he was trying his absolute best to keep his eyes trained on yours, and to not let them wander down to your now peaked nipples. His hands were reaching for yours, yet just as your fingers touched his large palms, before he could get ahold your hands in his, you were bouncing up from your perch against the pillows, flinging your arms around Tom's shoulders and pressing your body flush to his as you captured your lips with his.
The feeling of bare skin meeting bare skin, hip to shoulder, for the first time, felt like several things all at once. It was enough to drive you mad. It was like a sigh of relief washing over your entire body. Like the tension on a rubber band had finally become too tight and finally snapped.
You loved it.
His skin was hot against yours, his body flushed, heated, and ready in all the same ways yours was, and of course the erection that was now poking against your hip was something you couldn't ignore.
But the feeling didn't last for long. Your sudden leap had taken Tom by surprise, and while it seemed he was quite appreciative of having your naked body pressed to his, he'd lost his balance, his lips pulling away from yours as he tumbled backwards, pulling you with him. With a grunt and an oof, he landed with his back down on the bed, his head handing just off the end, and you directly on top of him, your thighs straddling his waist.
The two of you paused in shock, for just a moment, before giggles were spilling from your lips.
Tom's hands pressed into your back, a sweet smile crossing his face.
You swallowed hard. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were sure he could feel it. All of a sudden, you were anxious again. This man had fucked you against his desk where anyone walking by could have heard. He'd eaten you out so many times already. But being pressed against him, completely bare and exposed had you hesitating once more.
Logically you knew what you were meant to do next. All it would take was a little shift and tilt of your hips and the head of his cock would be pressing right at your dripping entrance. All it would take was for you to lean down just a bit and you could capture his sweet lips with yours once more as you rode him into oblivion. But instead, you were looking over your shoulder, your eyes searching, unsure of what for.
But when your gaze landed on Tom's glasses resting on his night stand, a sudden plan formed in your mind.
Pulling Tom's hands away from your body, you pushed yourself off of him, only momentarily, so that you could crawl over and grab his glasses. Plopping yourself back down on his hips, pinning his erection beneath between your folds, and happy with the choked breath he let out, you carefully unfolded the earpieces and gently slid them over Tom's nose.
Mirroring that day in his office, he was clearly confused by your actions, but you couldn't help the teasing grin that spread wide on your face when Tom let out an embarrassed chuckle.
"And what are these for, Darling?" His hands stroked absent-mindedly over your thighs as he stared up at you.
Biting your bottom lip, you took a long moment to appreciate the view you'd created for yourself. Him completely naked underneath you, wearing nothing but his glasses as his curly hair splayed out over the end of the bed.
"I have a lesson for you, Professor, and I was a little concerned about your ability to read my PowerPoint slides correctly."
Tom let out another laugh, "A lesson? For me?"
You rolled your eyes playfully, "Well, you've taught me so many things, I thought it only fair that I get to teach you something now."
Tom smirked at you, "Oh? And what might this lesson be about, then?"
You jerked your hips over his.
Tom's smirk fell from his face, his mouth opening in a strangled moan.
He gasped out a breath, "I see. Well consider me quite intrigued."
You laughed, and, grabbing his hands, you began rocking your hips over his. With him positioned perfectly between your folds, the underside of his cock was rubbing over you deliciously, gathering your arousal over his length and pulling sweet moans from both of you.
Your hands tightened over his, dragging them up so he could rest them over your hips and let them follow your motions as you lifted away from his cock. Reaching down, you positioned his bright red and weeping head right at your entrance. You took in a deep breath, only to let it go slowly as you slid down his cock. He stretched you, the feeling of him entering you without any prior preparation riding the borderline between painful and completely gratifying.
But as you pushed down, all the way to the hilt, your hips meeting his once more, you heard Tom let out a moan, his face relaxing at the pleasure of being inside your hot cunt, and you refused for several long moments to move. Instead you simply allowed him to rest inside you, warming his cock as you clenched and unclenched, trying to adjust to his length and girth. You could hear Tom's breaths slowly picking up pace.
"Are you going to ride me, Darling?" His voice had turned husky and deep, and you couldn't help the way the sound traveled straight down your spine and right to your cunt.
You clenched around him again.
Tom whimpered.
His hands squeezed tight on your hips, his fingertips digging into your flesh.
Oh fuck.
Letting out your own whine, you slowly lifted your hips, your hands moving so you could balance yourself on his chest. It was only once just the head of his dick was left pushed inside you that you finally slammed your hips back down to his, setting a leisurely and languid pace as you rode Tom. Every press of your hips back to his triggered a jolt of pleasure inside you.
However, it seemed your professor was desperate for something a bit quicker. Beneath you, you could practically see his growing impatience as his face screwed up, the skin above his nose turning tight, his eyes squeezing shut, and his hips thrusting upwards in order to meet your thrusts as you pleasured yourself on top of him.
Keeping with your slow and pleasant pace, you pulled your hands away from his chest to reach for his hands. Unhooking his fingers from your flesh, you forced him to release your hips, sliding your fingers in a soothing graze over the backs of his hands and all the way up his arms until you were pressed, once more, chest to chest with your new lover. His chest was practically heaving under yours, and as his eyes opened to meet yours, you could still see the lines present between his brows and the frown that had formed on his lips.
It was almost like he was trying to control himself. To let you keep the control you had over him and set the tone for this particular coupling.
You allowed a thumb to brush over his cheekbone before rubbing it between his brows, trying to soothe over the deep lines that had formed there.
Tom gasped out a breath, and one of his hands came up to pull you forward by the back of your neck. His lips captured yours, and you immediately granted him entrance, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth, and swallowing all of his moans and whimpers as you continued to ride him. It was a sloppy, but pleasant kiss, one that told you not only just how much he was enjoying this, but also just how desperate he was while remaining completely at your mercy.
Pushing yourself up, only slightly, you used your new found leverage to pick up your pace, the slap of your hips over Tom's coming quicker and quicker, and soon the two of you were breathing heavily against each other's cheeks, the tip of your nose pressed to the corner of his as you continued to lean over him.
Every thrust had your breasts swaying, your nipples grazing over the skin of Tom's chest. And the newfound stimulation it provided was maddening.
You grabbed at the loose bedding next to Tom's head, twisting the sheets in your fists, "L- Ah! Let go, Tom." You gasped out, "Don't hold anything back."
And with your command, Tom's arms were looping around you, once again. His hands grabbed at your ass, and soon his thrusts were meeting yours. The harsh slamming of your hips to his had you squirming on top of him, the head of his cock now hitting deep to your cervix with every touch of skin to skin. Your release was building inside you and you were beginning a quick descent, ready to tumble over the edge the moment you hit the end of the cliff.
Moving to balance yourself on one shaky arm, you slid your other hand between your sweaty bodies, searching and expertly finding the nub at the apex of your thighs. However, you barely had anytime to rub at your clit before Tom's hand was slapping away yours, pushing it out of the way and muttering, "That's my job."
His thumb, quite happily it seemed, took the place of yours, rubbing tight circles over your clit, creating an intense and pleasurable friction over the bud that had you releasing long, drawn out moans, and had your connecting thrusts turning untimed. Yet, every time he rubbed at you just right, your cunt clenched over his cock and pulled even more whimpers from Tom.
Dear god, you loved hearing him whimper under you.
You purposefully clenched around him again.
"Are you close, Tom?" You tried to force a sultry tone to your voice, but you knew you were far too out of breath for it to have sounded right.
But, nonetheless, Tom was frantically nodding, "Ye-Yes. Please tell me you are too."
You didn't think you'd ever heard this man whine before, but fucking hell was it one of the best sounds you'd ever heard.
"You're going to cum for me, aren't you?"
"Yes." He gasped out.
Tom brought his forefinger up to pinch at your clit. You forced a particularly hard thrust, clenching around him as tight as you could.
The cliff's edge was fast approaching.
Pressing a quick peck to Tom's cheekbone, you leaned further away, attempting to gain better control over your movements.
You buried your fingers in Tom's hair, and used your other hand to grip at the wrist of the hand that was still pinching and playing with your clit.
Fuck.
"I'm going to cum, Tom. You better be ready to cum with me."
Tom let out a raspy moan, "Obviously."
He pinched at you again. You couldn't help the high-pitched moan that escaped your lips.
And on a whine, you commanded his (and your) release.
As you came around his cock, Tom coating your walls with his cum, yours thrusts had stopped, hips only continuing to move as the two of you rocked and grinded against each other. Your cunt was fluttering around him, and his thumb refused to still over your clit.
"Fuck-" You gasped out, "Tom!"
Your name spilled like a whisper over his lips, his gorgeous accented voice making it sound like a prayer, more pleasant sounding around his tongue than you'd heard it in anyone else's voice.
You couldn't help it. Between the way your hips were grinding over his, and the moans and cries spilling from both your lips, you leaned back over him, your mouth opening to his as you swallowed down his moans. He relinquished beneath you. Completely giving himself over to the taste of your lips and the still steadfast paired movement of your hips. It was only when the two of your were coming down from your highs that his hand finally pulled from between your bodies and his arms wrapped tightly around your back, keeping you pressed against him, his now softening cock still inside you and your heavy breaths and chests heaving against each other.
Your lips had long separated, your forehead now pressed to the mattress over his shoulder, as the two of you were content to simply lie wrapped around each other, eyes closed, and relaxed.
It was only when you heard a whispered, shit, that you were pulled from your dazed state. Jolting, you lifted your head from the mattress and your questioning gaze met Tom's.
"What is it?"
"We forgot to use a condom again." He said, although you thought you could detect a slight bit of humor in his voice.
Your eyes widened and you tried to keep an amused grin from forming on your lips, "Oops?"
Tom rolled his eyes at you, shaking his head slightly, but still returning your now obvious grin.
However, before you could say anything else, he was rolling both of you over, pressing your back against the bed as his body lingered over yours and his cock was finally slipping from your sensitive pussy.
You expected him to move off of you completely, to lie next to you on the bed. But then-
Tom happily plopped himself back down on top of you. Sliding his hands under your shoulders, he traced the tip of his nose along your jawline. You could feel the hairs of his beard brushing over the skin of your neck.
You let out harsh breath, your heart twinging. All the time you'd spent calming down after your orgasm was suddenly wasted as your pulse started racing again.
You tried to distract yourself, "So- uh. What are we going to do today?"
Tom lifted his head, looking you in the eye a long moment as he considered.
His tongue poked out briefly, licking his lips, "Would you like to read with me? I have some plays I think you might like."
Your heart twinged again, you opened your mouth to respond.
"I promise they're not Shakespeare." He interjected quickly.
You choked out a laugh. He already knew you so well.
"And perhaps I can make breakfast with you?" You asked, your voice lilting upward almost anxiously. As if for some reason you thought he would say no.
His eyes immediately softened, "That sounds perfect."
And so you did. After showering (Tom jokingly complaining about how this was his second one already this morning), where the two of you playfully teased and joked around as you washed each other and learned all the little nooks and crannies of the other's body, the two of you made a wonderful breakfast together, and planning what you would maybe have for lunch and dinner later, before you spent most the rest of the day going through Tom's massive and gorgeous book collection and pressed into his side as the two of you read together.
It was later that evening that, when he started reading aloud to you, you just about died from heart failure right then and there.
-Saturday-
The entire morning had been spent with Tom thoroughly distracted. By you.
No different than normal, to be perfectly honest.
Except for the part where it was entirely because he could tell you were... upset? Anxious? In a bad mood?
He'd been happy, content, when he woke up, his body spooning around yours and your legs tangled with his, but as the morning proceeded, as he left you to get dressed, and as the two of you once again made breakfast together, he could see you slowly growing distant and withdrawn. And ever since breakfast Tom had spent far too long thinking about what could have possibly happened between you waking up and you eating breakfast. So he spent an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out how to fix it.
Which is why he was surprised when you plopped down on the couch next to him, startling him from his concerns about your mood, with bright eyes and a smile on your face.
He looked over at you, confusion crossing over his features, "Yes, Darling?"
"Can we go somewhere today?"
Tom immediately felt himself frown. The two of you had kept yourselves to his house for the past two days, and if he was being honest, he was a little antsy as well. Was this what had your mood so down all morning? Had you been afraid he would say no? Tom obviously, and quite desperately wanted to say yes to just about anything you asked of him. He also obviously wanted to be able to take you places, anywhere you wanted, really. Yet, his only concern was someone from the university possibly seeing the two of you out together. The questions that would arise, the complications, the possibility of people finding out the two of you had slept together (more than once) and were now planning (Tom hoped) on pursuing a relationship together, and of course the eventual possibility of him losing his job were all major sources of anxiety for him, and had been since even before that first time in his office just the other day.
But the longer Tom sat there and thought about whether or not he could say yes, the more your face seemed to fall in disappointment.
He had to think of something. Somewhere to tak-
Oh.
"Yes." Tom quickly interjected, hoping to pull that smile back to your face, "We can definitely find somewhere to go today."
Your face lit up, your full-bodied grin tugging at his heartstrings, especially as you leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek and expressed your thanks excitedly.
Tom let out a nervous chuckle, he could feel the blush rising to his cheeks as if he was suddenly an awkward 13 year old again and his school crush had just held his hand for the first time. Standing from the couch he grabbed for his car keys off the coffee table and turned to hand them to you, "Go wait in the car, I'll be out in a moment."
You practically leaped off the couch, rushing forward for the keys your wide eyes meeting his, "Where are we going?"
He grabbed you by the shoulders, spun you around, and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before pushing you towards the front door, "It's a surprise, my dear. Now, be a good girl and go wait in the car."
Watching you walk out the door, Tom took a long moment to appreciate the matching blush the had risen to your cheeks, smiling to himself before he was rushing through the house looking what he needed.
It was later while the two of you had been laid out on a blanket under a tree near a river bank that Tom noticed that despondent stare forming on your face again.
You'd asked to go somewhere today. To leave the house. And while Tom hadn't been completely sure about going somewhere that was too public, he'd thought coming here, one of the first little peaceful spots he'd discovered off campus after first coming to live in the States, had been a good choice. This was the first time he'd ever come to this particular spot with someone else, and he did not object to sharing the short hike down or the serenity of just relaxing near the shore with you.
But perhaps it wasn't what you wanted.
Tom sighed.
Or perhaps he should be an adult, with adult feelings and concerns, and actually ask you, instead of assuming.
Reaching up a hand, he traced along your cheekbone, moving to sweep some of your hair behind your ear, "Darling?"
You startled slightly, your eyes shooting towards his.
"Are you alright?"
Several emotions crossed your face at once and Tom had difficulty keeping up with all of them. And when your eyes suddenly refused to meet his, he found himself frowning.
Had he done something?
Surely you knew you could tell him, right?
"I-" You started, only to pause, swallowing heavily as you tried to find the right words, "To... Tomorrow's our last day."
"Of break? Yes." Yes, he was a bit disappointed about that as well, not quite ready to go back to the normalcy of his everyday job.
"Our last day before everything goes back to normal." You explained.
Tom's frown deepened, he was confused by what you meant, but he didn't dare try to interrupt you.
"We had our weekend," You sighed, "then after tomorrow we have to go back and pretend like nothing ever happened. And I- I don't even know if-"
You paused, shaking your head and turning away.
Leaning forward, Tom reached out, trying to catch your eyes again, "Don't know if what?"
A pained expression briefly crossed over your face, but nonetheless, you turned to him, and Tom could see the fear building in your eyes, "I didn't want this to be just a one time thing." Your voice had turned soft and shy, as if you thought Tom would immediately start laughing at you. Or as if you thought a harsh rejection was soon to follow.
But, nonetheless, Tom suddenly understood. And was happy he had decided to talk to you about this. Because he would have been lying if he said he hadn't been concerned about the same thing. This weekend had been, was, a nice deviation from the norm for both of you. And when classes started up again on Monday, the two of you would have to pretend like it hadn't even happened, and would likely have to start sneaking around. Something Tom wasn't at all fond of.
Obviously, he, like you, also never wanted this little weekend tryst to be just a one time thing.
Unfortunately, it was clear you didn't realize that.
Sliding his hand down your arm, Tom cautiously reached for your hand, grasping it in his own, "And neither do I." He said slowly.
It seemed that was enough to catch your attention. Your head was whipping around, eyes flying back to his, wide with your own questions lingering in them, but you remained silent.
"I know this weekend has been quite... freeing for the two of us," Tom continued, "and that on Monday you will technically still be my student again. But, regardless," He took in a deep breath, letting it out harshly with a nervous huff, "I do want... to continue this. With you."
You said nothing. Your face was completely expressionless.
Tom suddenly felt his heart pounding in his chest, his pulse racing.
But as a slow smile rose to your lips, a cool relief washed over him.
Thank go-
Leaping up from your spot on the blanket, you flung your arms around Tom's shoulders, and Tom buckled under the shock of you practically jumping into his arms. Landing with his back to the ground and an oof , the two of you rolled over, landing in the grass, facing each other as you lied together on your sides. You had a wide grin splitting your face in two, and after taking a moment to get over the sudden change of scenery, Tom found himself easily matching it.
It was the second time you'd done that in just as many days.
"Darling, I'm afraid if you try to do that on campus, you might get us in a bit of trouble. And maybe a few stares."
You laughed, "Professor, I think I'm going to kindly request that you shut up now."
Pressing forwards, Tom allowed his lips to ghost over yours, "Make me."
And so you did.
The rest of the afternoon, after spending several long moments making out in the grass like a pair of teenagers trying to hide out from their parents, was spent with you and Tom lounging on the blanket, talking idly as you watched the water. Despite tomorrow being the dreaded Sunday, Tom still felt untroubled and at ease. It was one of the most peaceful afternoon's he's had in ages. And with the knowledge that what was happening between the two of you wouldn't be ending anytime soon, the smile that had formed over his lips earlier in the day didn't leave until long after the two of you had gone to bed, wrapped together under the covers and prepared for whatever tomorrow (and the days after) would bring.
-Sunday-
You refused to get out of bed.
Absolutely refused to leave Tom's bed.
Because maybe if you didn't move from under the warm sheets, and didn't let Tom unfold his body from around yours, then maybe, just maybe, the weekend would never end.
Maybe you wouldn't be forced back to your apartment in-
You glanced up at the clock on the bedside table.
9:02
In less than 12 hours.
You groaned.
No.
You'd grown comfortable the last few days, and spending all that time in Tom's company with no restrictions between the two of you had you dreading what trying to carry your new relationship back into the real world would bring.
Realistically, you knew that you and Tom would conquer any obstacles that fell in your path together. He'd reassured you about a million times yesterday after he finally got you to open up about what had been bothering you. But that still didn't mean you were ready to leave the cocoon the two of you had built together. Oh, to stay exactly like this, wrapped in Tom's comfortable bed as his body spooned yours, for the rest of time....
You burrowed further into the covers and back into Tom's body as you felt the tip of his nose tracing along the top of your shoulder, the hairs of his beard scratching pleasantly over your skin, and really really really making you wish you never had to leave this bed ever again. When he hummed, his lips gently pressing against your shoulder blade, you let out another groan.
"No." You whined.
Tom pulled back, the hand he had resting on your stomach twitched, "No?"
"Don't make me get up."
You felt Tom's sigh. His arm wrapped around you tighter and his scruffy chin came to rest right over your shoulder. You shoved your face further into your pillow.
"If I could realistically let you stay in my bed forever, you know I would, Darling. You already make the room look ten times better."
You huffed, peaking out and looking briefly around the room, "What are you talking about? This is one of the most well-put together bedrooms I've ever seen from a single man."
It was true. And perhaps that was just a perk of dating a man who was almost 40 years old. No mattress on the floor. Actual bedsheets. And decorations. A lived in, but actually clean and organized house.
You felt your heart skip a beat.
Dating.
The two of you were now officially dating. Lord.
Tom laughed at you, and pressing a quick kiss against your cheekbone, "Darling, you would make the Eiffel Tower look ten times better by just standing next to it." He spoke softly, his lips brushing over the the side of your face.
You immediately felt an embarrassed warmth spread over your skin. Grabbing Tom's hand, you clutched it tightly in yours, and wrapping it right under your breasts, you burrowed even further under the covers, completely covering the top of your head. You knew, perhaps, you were being a little childish, but you really didn't care. You were going to spend this last free and unrestrained day with Tom exactly how you wanted.
And that was in his bed. All the better, too, if he would stay in it with you.
Tom let out another laugh, and it seemed that, while you were tired and stubborn, Tom was feeling far more playful this morning. Because, before you knew it, he was swinging a leg over your hip and forcing you to roll over onto your back.
You squeaked as your head popped out from under the covers, and even through the strands of your hair that were now covering your face you could see the bright and teasing smile that Tom was giving as he looked down at you. He was now leaning over your form, one leg positioned between your thighs and his knee-
Tom's knee moved higher.
You eyes widened and you couldn't help the high-pitched noise, one that was almost half a moan, half a sound of confusion, that escaped your lips. He wriggled it right over the seam of your leggings, already creating a delicate but heavenly friction against your clit.
Fuckfuckfuck. You needed to distract yourself, or you would end up putty in his hands and fall apart right then and there.
"I've never been to the Eiffel Tower." You choked out quickly.
Tom paused, but after a short moment his knee pressed higher and you could feel one of his hands wandering up your body.
"Neither have I." He said.
His palm skimmed directly over your nipple, and it was just enough to pull the bud taut under your shirt.
"I've never even been out of the country." You said.
Tom tilted his head, his hand moved up and gently brushed your hair out of your face before sliding back down to rest against your collarbone, "Really? Well where have you been?"
You swallowed harshly and tried to think. However, as Tom's hand snaked down your body once again, teasingly coming to rest over your pelvis as his fingers danced dangerously close to the waistband on your leggings, you felt yourself faulter.
"I- I've been to... um," You blinked, swallowed again, "I've been to a lot of the states, I guess. Lot's of.. lot's of road trips when I was younger."
Tom didn't hesitate to respond, as if the two of you were only having a casual conversation, "How many of the states."
Your eyelashes fluttered, your eyebrows shooting towards your hairline. If this had been any other time, you would have known that number off the top of your head, but now, it definitely required a lot more brain power.
"Um. Well." You paused, "I think. I think around half of them. Never to Hawaii or Alaska though. But I wanna go."
As Tom's knee continued to rock over your clit and you felt your arousal growing fast, the slick that had formed at your entrance began soaking through to your panties, and your panting and shallow breaths were staring to come quicker and quicker.
Tom hummed, "Well that's far better than me, I've only been to four or five, I think. Too focused on work to do much traveling. Which state was your favorite?" You could hear the genuine interest in Tom's voice, and the way he was playing with you while also keeping up a whole conversation was driving you mad.
Ugh.
"It- it was Colorado, I think. I really like the mountains." You rushed out, hoping this would be the end of your conversation. That Tom would finally push that hand down your leggings and touch you properly.
But then....
"Really?" Tom's fingers traced over the outside of your leggings, his touch lingering over your still clothed skin, and as his knee shifted away slightly, his first two fingers were swiftly taking up the task of playing teasing you through your clothes, "I've never been. I've wanted to though. Did you go skiing while you were there?"
Tom pressed the same pair of fingers right against your clit. You tried to choke back a moan as another gush of wetness flowed from your cunt.
"N-no. It was the summer. Y-you know. Less crowds. Lots of time to hike."
Tom let out another hum, "And is it just as pretty in the summer?"
He swirled his fingers over your clit, and the feeling of your underwear rubbing over you suddenly had you squirming beneath him.
"Tom." You moaned.
Tom let his fingers draw out a slow circle over your now throbbing bud, "Keep going, Darling." He commanded, his tone was gentle, but firm.
"G-gorgeous." You gasped out, "It's gorgeous in the summer."
But, after you answered, when Tom's fingers pulled away, you couldn't help but let out an absolutely pathetic whine.
Only to be pleasantly surprised when Tom was finally tugging at the waistband of your leggings and pushing them and your underwear half-way down your thighs. His face was twisted in concentration, like he was a determined man on a mission.
The same pair of fingers quickly swiped through your folds, your arousal gathering on his fingers, before he was swiftly pushing both of them at once right into your entrance. Your pussy clenched around his fingers and you cried out.
"I could practically feel how wet you are through your pants." Tom growled out, "Is it all for me? Are you going to cum on my fingers?"
"Oh god!"
"Be a good girl and answer me. I want to hear you use your words. You're so good at using your words, Sweetheart."
Your pussy clenched again. He'd never called you sweetheart before. Usually just the 'darling,' which always sounded spectacular in his accent. But you couldn't deny that any pet name from him would make you melt on the spot.
"I- Yes. All for you, Tom."
A low groan sounded in the back of Tom's throat and with an ever frustratingly slow pace, he slowly started pumping his fingers inside you, separating and curling them deliberately to brush over every sensitive spot inside your cunt.
Oh fuck, how were you already so close?
You whined.
"And how close are you?"
A strangled groan fell from your lips, "So close."
"Good girl. Keep going for me."
Good girl.
You squeezed your eyes shut, they'd been just about ready to close up until then and it had only been Tom's eyes trained on yours that had kept them open for so long. You let out a few whimpers, "Please, Tom."
"Mmm, so polite." Tom twisted his wrist and he finally let his thumb come back to your clit.
"Please." You whispered.
He dragged a slow and torturous circle over your clit while his fingers simultaneously brushed intentionally against your front wall. The torment Tom was causing your body was mind-numbing, you could barely think, your pulse was rapid against your throat as your heart pounded, and your body was practically quivering underneath his.
"Please, what? What did I just say, Darling? Use your words."
Oh fucking hell.
And not to mention his voice. The way his tone and every word shot like an electric bolt down your spine and straight through your cunt. You knew he could tell just how much it was getting to you, too. Because he just. Would not. Shut up. Every word you spoke had to have a response. Every noise you made earned a hum, with a flick of his wrist, or a rub over your clit. And despite all the focus he was specifically placing on you, you knew he was just as responsive as you were.
With his pelvis pressed against your thigh, you'd wondered earlier how he hadn't been just as turned on as you, but now you could feel the erection pressing against your leg. And the way he had his hips pressed so tightly against you told you everything you needed to know.
"I- Please let me cum, Professor."
Tom let out another low growl.
"Such a good girl, for asking for permission. You've been so polite this morning, Sweetheart."
Yes. Yesyesyes.
"But before I let you, I have one more question for you to answer."
Fuck.
A pathetic and needy series of whimpers left your lips. You were right at your precipice and you weren't sure if you would be able to hold off for even just one question. You tried to open your eyes to look at Tom.
"I know, Darling. But I need you to answer me." His fingers were suddenly as deep as they could go inside you, brushing farther than you thought he could reach, and right up against your g-spot. He gave it a few delicate brushes, "If I had told you to get yourself off on my knee this morning, would you have?"
You gasped, "Yes." Your answer was immediate and entirely truthful.
Tom's gave you a slight smirk and teased over your clit, "Cum for me."
And so, you did as he commanded, as you always thought you would, and your orgasm washed over you. Clenching over Tom's fingers again, you couldn't help the moans and cries you released as he continued to finger fuck you through your release. His lips had at some point latched onto your neck and when he trailed them up to your jaw you could hear his continued whispered praises while you writhed underneath him, your stomach muscles quivering and your hands twisting the sheets beneath you.
It was only when you were finally able to calm down and your breathing eventually slowed to a more manageable pace that you realized just how hard Tom still was against you. And as you watched him move the hand that had been creating fire across your skin and touching you so fervently come up so that he could lick his fingers clean, a satisfied moan escaping him, you just about threw the covers off, rolled him over and took his dick into your mouth right then and there. But when you pushed at his hips and reached for his cock, he stopped you, grabbing your wrist and placing your palm flat against his chest.
"No." He said, "It's the last day of our extended weekend. We can do that later."
You pouted, but nonetheless, conceded, obediently following as Tom pulled you from the bed and into the en-suite bathroom so the two of you could shower together.
It had been another perfect time for you to fall to your knees and pleasure him right there as hot water fell on both of you, but Tom kept your back pressed to his front for as much of the shower as possible, and you'd been unable to resist his soft touch and trailing fingers.
The rest of the day was spent on whatever activities Tom deemed important enough to spend your last hours together on. There was more cooking together, something you quite enjoyed, and a few games of 20 questions as you did other things in between. Tom was determined to learn as much about you as possible, and if you were honest, you wanted to know all the same things about him. But if you didn't know better, you'd have thought every little thing he did with you today was meant to serve as a distraction.
Maybe he was just as disappointed that the weekend was ending as you were.
God, you should have just forced him to stay in bed with you.
Because when the time came for you to leave, you insisting you could just walk to your apartment despite Tom's numerous, and gentlemanly attempts to get you to let him drive you home, all you wanted to do was drag him back inside and shove him down on the bed (and finally give him that blow job, fuck). Standing in the doorway, neither of you really caring in that moment if his neighbors saw, the two of you gazed at each other for a long moment, and you knew you were pouting.
But the look on Tom's face as he stared down at you, and the thumb he reached up to briefly press against your lower lip, had you pulling that same lip back in and reaching up on your tip toes so you could press your lips to his.
Tom's arms were quick to wrap around your back, to pull you closer as the two of you lingered together for as long as possible. But when he pulled back and stepped behind his threshold with a reluctant look in his eyes, you knew it was time for you to go.
"Be safe. Get some rest." He told you, "And don't forget your homework."
You stopped.
"We had homework?"
A wide and teasing grin spread across his face.
You rolled your eyes and turned away.
"Hey, I saw that." Tom delivered a last, swift tap to your behind.
With a little squeal you were rushing down his porch stairs and out onto the sidewalk, "Fine! I'm going!" you called out, and turning around, you caught Tom's eyes on more time, a quick and knowing look passing between both of you.
He offered one last, "Be safe," and as you headed towards your apartment building, you could still feel his eyes on you for a few more lengths down the street.
You sighed.
You weren't ready for tomorrow.
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