Finding Inspiration (closed for MTPersson)

[Bevatoria]

They made their way up the slope; near the back, as Tamsin always seemed to prefer. There were definitely enough couples here that Tom wouldn't feel self conscious if things got a little heated between them. It seemed like it was the rebel in her, not wanting to be seen by the teacher, or anyone else. They sat down after he was pulled up the slope, at the top of it near a hedge. "Stop hogging the blanket, I'm freezing my ass of here." She pulled at it as he started to wrap it around his shoulders, settling into him as he slid his arm around her; the outfit she wore flattering her, yet still being practical.

"I was getting to you." He smiled, gently kissing her forehead as the play started. He laid back, letting the hill brace him and give him a view of the stage while Tamsin was perpendicular to him, resting her head on his chest. Despite his consistent breathing, she seemed to settle in while he made slow, idle motions around her arm, both to keep her warm and to keep his own blood flowing. It wasn't too cold, but the air did have a bite to it and Tom wanted to keep it away. He'd seen this play before, done in high school by his drama class, so Tom actually found himself looking forward to the increase in quality this time around. He'd never read it, and found himself engrossed in it, even with some of the necessary sacrifices made for the scope of the production.

He didn't even notice as he pulled the blanket higher; an involuntarily reaction to the evening's increasing chill. It was during the last third of the play when he felt Tamsin's hand running across his thigh. It was a gesture that he enjoyed, although not as much as other things that she'd done during their time together. The limits imposed on their physical contact had invigorated him as much as it had held him back; emboldening him to find new and exciting ways to tease her. It was an artists' purview to be creative, and instead of bemoaning the boundaries she had set, he decided to push them and challenge them as much as he could. So he simply enjoyed the touch for what it was.

Until she went a bit higher then she had before. He drew in a quick breath as he felt her hand on his length. It had been idly pushing against his jeans, and she'd always either avoided it or immediately pulled back from touching it before, not wanting to give the wrong idea. He saw her eyes in the evening air as she turned back, and when he saw the light in them, he smiled, even as she kept on with the motion, pressing a bit higher as she leaned into him. He pushed into the kiss, but somehow she still anticipated the contact, and her hand cradled his balls as he crushed her lips with his. This was not a mistake, or a tease.

"Shhh." She whispered, after a brief pullback. She smirked at him, an almost irritating gesture as she almost literally had him by his most intimate area as she laid back on his lap, acting nonchalant while she pushed her hand against his length. Even as he reveled in the new sensation, imagining what her hand would feel like against it when it wasn't obscured by layers of clothing, Tom decided that his hands were being too idle. She wasn't the only person who could test and tease, and he decided her thin pullover would be his first target.

Only feigning interest in the play now, his hand stroked her face gently, brushing briefly over her wet lips, pulling it down briefly before he moved it onto her shoulder, and down to her midsection. He started to massage the pullover, feeling it shift against the skin it hid beneath her. For all of the boundaries they'd pushed during their courtship, he had stayed away from her breasts, fearing it an area that they wouldn't return now. Given what she was doing to him now, though, he decided now would be an excellent time to test how sensitive she was around her chest.

His hand traced her stomach, pulling the pullover up a bit to let the cool air slip through whatever gaps it had found in the blanket into her body. And then, he ran it over her breast, flicking the nipple absentmindedly through her clothes before he gently squeezed it, testing her response to it. His other hand went to her head, pulling it up to him quickly as he kissed her ear while his other hand kept working on her breast, gently testing and teasing it as he whispered, trying to resist her teasing so he broke her first.

"If you keep this up, I think we might have to take this somewhere more...private." That only seemed to embolden her further, but he was far from done yet.

 

[MTPersson]

"Shhh."

Tom had let out the tiniest of squeaks when she had cupped his balls during the kiss. Just the a small sound getting caught in his throat but it was enough to tell her that he hadn't expected the evening to take the turn it was taking now. At least not as early into the evening as this. Tamsin's smirk widened. She had him in the palm of her hand, literally, and the opportunity to tease him wasn't one she was going to let pass her by. With her head on his chest, she could hear Tom's heart beating and interspersed her rubbing with small squeezes of his crotch in time to the rhythm it set.

He was getting hard now and as her cupping became more frequent and rougher as his heart rate rose she started running her hand over the full length of his quickly growing cock. Deciding it was time to ramp things up, Tamsin was about to lower the zip on Tom's jeans when she felt his hand on her face. Fingertips traced the outline of her lips before slowly moving down her neck and onto her shoulder. Pushing back the fabric of her sweater, they teased the bare skin that had been exposed to the cool, night time air. Interesting. I wasn't expecting this. Tamsin was surprised at Tom's roaming hands. She had expected him to just lie back and ket her tease him but she was kind of pleased and a little bit turned on by the thought of the two of them masturbating one another whilst couples sat mere metres away, completely unaware of what was happening. OK mister, there's no way I'm going to cave first.

His hand had moved to her navel and he had lifted up the bottom of her top, moving it in slow circles around her belly button. The cold air nipped under the blanket and made her shiver as it reached her bare skin. "Yeah right, It's the cold that's making me shiver." Higher up now and it had a firm hold of one of her breasts, fondling it and teasing her nipple with its thumb. Tamsin could feel a moan forming deep in her throat, a natural response to let him know he was making her hot and aroused. Not yet, he'll have to do it first. she wasn't going to be the first to break, he would. She would make sure of it.

"If you keep this up, I think we might have to take this somewhere more...private."

She looked up at his face, a look made up of mock innocence and daring in her eyes.

"Trust me, I haven't started yet."

Fingers were seeking out his zipper now, deftly catching it between them and pulling it down in a single motion. She coughed, not enough to distract from the play but enough to disguise the unmistakeable sound of a fly being opened. Enough to make sure their neighbours didn't hear. Her hand was inside his jeans now and were pulling at the waistband of his underwear. There was a moment of awkwardness as she fought to force it over the bulge his cock was creating but with a final sharp tug it was free and Tom's cock stood hard and erect from his jeans.

To anyone watching them, they would think that they were just another couple enjoying a play put on by a group of students but beneath the blanket covering them a different sort of show was being put on. Tamsin's hands were now both teasing Tom's genitals. With one had she was gently massaging his balls, nails gently teasing the sensitive skin there. The other was wrapped around his shaft and slowly stroking its entire length. To begin with she focused on small movements towards the head, quickly bringing him close to pleasure by stimulating the sensitive spot. Then she slowed down and moved her attention to the base of his cock, bringing him back down and letting him recover. Satisfied that he wasn't going to blow his load anytime soon, Tamsin added a twist every other stroke, heightening his pleasure before slowing moving back up towards the head. Quicker and quicker her strokes became and the twisting motion of her hand increased in roughness and speed.

She waited. Waited for a sign that he was close to coming. She wanted him to feel as if he had reached the point of no return, a point of pure ecstasy and then stop and take it away from him. She wanted to deny him that final pleasure, that release. Where would be the fun if the evening was to end there with Tom firing his load into her hand?

 

[Bevatoria]

"Trust me, I haven't started yet." She'd never needed to prove her points to anyone, but Tom still felt a surge of excitement and adrenaline as he felt her hand searching near his groin, her nimble fingers finding his zipper and lowering it, his button already undone. Her felt like the cough drew some attention them, but surely less then the sound of a zipper lowering would have. Tom had never really tested to see if a jeans zipper sounded different from a jacket zipper but he wasn't about to test that now. She wasn't done exploring, though, and he felt his own hand lose focus on her breast, slowing as she forced his underwear down as well beneath the blanket. He gulped a little, at his vulnerability to her (to say nothing of the elements, and how little certain parts of him seemed to enjoy it) and at how brazen she was being. This was not the slow, steady Tamsin he'd been dating for the last couple of weeks...

Maybe it was the one he'd been waiting for. Tom settled in, his hand resting on her arm as he enjoyed the sensations she was giving him, now with both of her hands. A gasp escaped him as he felt her nails, gently poking his soft skin and teasing it, just a bit of pain enhancing the experience. Her other was squeezing him, and he felt himself hardening despite the cold, and he gritted his teeth as her soft hand moved up and down him. "Tamsin..." He breathed, looking at her with a mix of lust and frustration. She was pleasuring him, but he knew damn well she was intentionally stretching it out, letting him go slowly towards the precipice. Not that he wasn't enjoying it; the moan that escaped him quietly proved that.

Her speed increased, movements becoming more frantic, and urgent, her hands squeezing him harder, his skin prickling more under her control. She twisted him, manipulated him, her soft hands somehow becoming rougher with his manhood...he looked at her, pleadingly, desperate for her to stop, to avoid making a scene. Almost as desperate as he was for her to keep going, to let him hit that high, as if that meant they would cross another boundary in their relationship. Her hand, twisting on his member, now almost at its full length, and Tom could swear he felt the endorphins inside of him at the level they needed to be at, and he all but let his head back as she-

-as she pulled off. Tom frustratingly tried to buck just a little towards her hand, but even as he did something in her body language told him she'd done what she wanted to. Subconsciously, a part of him knew now that tonight would be the night. At the moment, however, all he could think about was a little revenge, as he hastily redid himself to look decent under the blanket..

Not that she wouldn't enjoy it...Tom pulled the blanket back, pulling Tamsin gently from the position she'd been in - lying with her head on his chest - to him spooning her, not an entirely uncommon occurrence in the relatively cold night His arms wrapped around her lovingly as he let her body fall back against his, and the blanket covering them again. He was grateful for the relative isolation, as he was sure he wouldn't be as discreet as Tamsin had been with her teasing. He kissed and nibbled her ear, lingering just a second as he poked it with his teeth, moving down her shoulder. His hands worked in concert, one moving down to the gap between her sweater and jeans, the other having moved under her sweater, back to her bra-covered breasts.

As one went for the button on her jeans, and the other started to enjoy the feel of her full mound in his hands, he leaned into her other ear to give one whisper, just before another kiss; the last one he dared steal before drawing too much attention to their activities; the bulk of the blanket wouldn't hide his kisses.

"My turn."

 

[MTPersson]

"Tamsin..."

There it was. The sweet sound she was waiting for. An indication that her persistent teasing was being to take its toll on Tom. His breath was getting heavier and shallower as he approached his climax. Tamsin smiled and with one final twist and tug, she opened her palm and released his cock. Thrusting forward with his hips, Tom tried to reapply the contact that she had just broken. Tamsin had done what she had set out to do. Tom was out of breath and as hard as rock down below. Looking up at his eyes she could see that he was filled with a mixture of desperation for her to finish what she had started and intense horniness. Laying her head back on his chest, Tamsin relaxed back and began watching the play again. He'll thank me for this later. A little work now will increase the pleasure later. She felt him rearranging himself and fastening his jeans shut rather petulantly. Nuzzling down she thought that was the end of the matter but she was wrong.

Tom pulled her from her prone position on his chest and towards him so that he was spooning her. She could feel his breath on the back of neck, her hair moving in the small currant of air that it caused. Hello. She hadn't expected Tom to do something like this, especially in public. He had always been a sweet person around her, the very definition of vanilla. Maybe that's because of me, because I told him to go slow. What had she stirred deep inside him with her toying? Tamsin couldn't help thinking that here, in this moment, the real Tom was starting to surface and have his way. Before now she had only seen a facade but his mask was slipping. What on earth is he going to be like in bed, all worked up and horny?

Playful teeth were nipping at her ear lobe, his lips placing small kisses on them and around them. Her head tilted to one side allowing him better access but she hadn't done it, it had happened on its own. An instinctive reaction of a body wanting to be pleasured. Before she knew what was happening, the kisses and bites were moving down her neck and towards her shoulders and she fought back a moan in her throat. It came out as a soft hiss, pushing its way past her clenched teeth.

His hands were moving down her body now, heading for separate targets. One went to her stomach, tracing a familiar pattern around her exposed belly button, gently probing and pawing at her skin. The other was up and under her sweater, the warm flesh of his palm cupping a breast though the delicate lace of her thin bra. He squeezed and teased with his fingers and thumb causing the hiss to turn into a quiet moan. Surprising herself, she looked around the park nervously. Did anybody hear that? Everybody seemed to be engrossed in the play below them, no one was looking at them with anything that resembled shock or interest.

She jumped slightly at his voice in her ear. Two words. That was all he said but she knew that he wasn't going to be gentle as she was. There was a mischievous tone in his voice, almost menacing.

"My turn."

She certainly hadn't expected this to happen but she settled back into Tom's chest and felt his hand finally unbuttoned her jeans and was starting to play with the material of her panties. She smiled,

"Do your worst."

 

[Bevatoria]

In response to the start of his torment, Tamsin just smiled at him, settling back to accept what was to come. "Do your worst.". The smile that Tom gave back was not one he would recognize if he saw it in the mirror, and he leaned in to breathe on her ear again, his hands pausing ever so briefly as if to make her wonder where he was going next.

"If I were to do my worst, it would require you wearing less." He moved to the other ear to nibble again, letting some time pass before he clarified. "Much less." It wasn't as much an entirely truthful statement as it was something he wanted to do to make her shiver. She didn't always like it when he talked, but Tom figured she might still enjoy a teasing word or to as his hands went back to work. The lack of sight to his objectives didn't frustrate him; it only gave him new boundaries to press towards as he spread her jeans just a little bit, wanting her to feel her own frustrations with the constriction as he pressed on the inside of her thighs, teasing the material of her underwear near her center, but not at it. Not that his other hand merely lingered as one worked.

It was his left hand between her legs, toying with her panties. With his other, he tried to work her breasts under her sweater. It would likely stretch it a little, but from looking at it earlier, Tom felt it could take it. With one breast, a squeeze followed by a pinch between this thumb and forefinger of the flesh beneath her nipple, extending it. Just a bit of pain to mix with the pleasure. Then, he extended his arm to take the other one, making small circles around it over the material of the bra, even as he felt it lower enough to let him get at her other nipple if he wanted. He made one final poke towards it, stopping just before it, his finger pushing into the flesh before stopping.

Two fingers were tracing a path on her thighs, somewhat haphazardly as he dealt with both the restrictions of their coverings - her jeans merely opened, not pushed down her legs, and the blanket which was bobbing softy with their movements - and with his own desire to taunt and to torment. He always stopped just short of rubbing over her center, be it through or under her panties, and he could swear he felt her try to subtly move towards it. It was time to get her mind off of that, he decided.

And so his other hand resumed his work on her breasts again, but not merely over her bra this time. They went under greedily, hungrily, rolling her nipple between each of his fingers, enjoying it hardening both due to the cold air and to his work on it. Tom smirked and gently kissed the base of her neck, running his teeth briefly against her skin but not biting it; both to avoid marking her...and because he had a feeling there'd be plenty of that later. His left hand pushed her panties in now, running them over her pussy, letting the material linger there as he made small, gentle circles, occasionally running it directly over her most intimate area, letting her compete with each new sensation he was giving her. A finger ran briefly under her underwear now, feeling the skin hear her mound, pressing close to her desperate place of need but not directly into it.

It was then he stopped, withdrawing his hands slowly and tenderly, letting them rest together on her smooth stomach, over her sweater as he leaned in to her again, pulling her closer. "Are you sure...?" His voice still had the edge of desire, but Tom had enough control to make her know he was serious, and wanted to be totally sure this was what she wanted before they moved on.

Her reply was nonverbal, and direct; it took Tom a moment to recompose himself before he continued. "In that case...your place or mine?" Even within his question, there was another question; if they chose her place, would it be her place (the bunker where he'd drawn her and almost made love to her) or her place (her residence, of which he'd heard only tales of from her at this point).

 

[MTPersson]

"Much less."

The way he said it, the tone of his voice, made Tamsin shiver in delight and anticipation of what was to come. She knew that they would soon be back at one of their rooms but, with a nervous look around at the other couples, her mind was focused entirely on what Tom could be doing in the next few minutes. She doubted very much that it would be subtle, he sounded too horny and menacing for that. No, this is going to be a full on attack. Tamsin grinned in excited anticipation.

He began pushing her jeans open wider, roughly shoving his hand between the tight fabric and her skin. There was only a little space with which to move but with his forceful movements, Tom managed to gain enough room to move his hands around and start running his fingers along the inside of her thigh. The feeling of his nails slowly running along the soft, sensitive skin there was divine and her head rolled back onto his shoulder as another slow, soft hiss worked its way past her closed lips. Fumbling with the hem of her panties, he edged closer and closer to her waiting pussy. Damn it, hurry up. He wasn't fumbling around like an inexperienced fool was. He was teasing her, making her wait until she would do anything for him to make the final movement and give her the release she desired.

As his fingers stayed close to, yet frustratingly far from, her pussy, his other hand was under her sweater and playing with her breasts. Through the material of her bra, Tamsin could feel him cupping and squeezing. Suddenly, fingertips pinched the skin around her nipple and she let out a long, stuttering moan which drifted across the nighttime air. Tamsin's eyes shot open and darted around the hollow field. She scanned the other people to see if any of them had heard her horny release. They hadn't and she let out a long sigh of release which quickly turned into another soft gasp as another rough pinch pulled at the sensitive skin.

Tom's teasing in her jeans hadn't abated either. Teasing up and down her thighs, he was gradually moving closer and closer to her lips but never making it all of the way. He would reach the material of her panties, now wet with her expectant juices, and push a little closer to her pussy but never over the lips. Another gasp as Tamsin began experiencing an overload of pleasurable feelings. Fingers were under her bra now and she could feel his warm skin next to hers, teasing and tweaking her hard nipples. Then a kiss on her neck and the feeling of his teeth there, cold and hard. Oh God, oh God. Please, please.

"Tom, please." Her voice was shaking and breathless.

It was then that Tom stopped his teasing and switched to a more direct approach. His hand started rubbing her lips through the thin material of her panties and forcing the wet fabric in between them. She didn't care about the other people watching the play. Not what they thought of her or what she was doing. She just wanted that release that Tom could give her. She started grinding her hips against him adding to the pleasure he was giving. Another moan, louder this time, and her mouth was left wide open now, gasping for air. A finger went below the hem of her underwear now and she was so close. So close. Just a little more. Just a little.

"You bastard."

He had placed his hands on her stomach and was holding her close to him. The menace seemingly gone, this was the embrace of two lovers, caring and kind.

"Are you sure..?"

Tamsin knew what he was talking about even though he hadn't mentioned it out loud. She had decided long before she started playing with his cock that tonight would be the night that they would take the next step and finally have sex. She had waited for as long as she could, to make sure that she was doing the right thing. To make sure that Tom was the right person to try this with. He had been a perfect gentleman throughout their difficult courtship. It must have been difficult for him to be so close to her and yet have her constantly pushing him back. He deserved tonight.

Tamsin nodded her head to affirm her response.

"In that case...your place or mine?"

"Mine's closer," was all she could say in response.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Mine's closer."

Tom had never really understood the concept of the straw breaking the camel's back. How could it ever land on it? he wondered. He did know it was about that point where he stopped having any interest in the play happening in front of them, where he helped Tamsin redo her jeans and straighten her sweater before all but snatching the blanket from around them, helping her to her feet. His hand never left hers even as she 'led' the way to her shared flat nearby. It technically wasn't nearer to campus, but it was nearer to where they'd chosen to see the play. Plus, whenever a girl had said her place, he wasn't about to argue semantics. What they were about to do mattered, not where.

The walk there was brisk, as brisk as two young lovers could be when caught up in the anticipation of what was coming. Of what they were about to do. He stole kisses on her lips, nibbles on her ear whenever they stopped at a crosswalk, a door, whatever excuse he could manufacture; both to keep her heat up...and to sate his growing need as well. Quelling his hunger with little tastes and portions of her, knowing he was about to get his fill, and she hers; his pants felt all too tight again, certain parts of his anatomy jumping ahead in his thoughts of what was coming later.

Eventually, they came to her flat, and even as she fumbled with the door (or seemed to), he pressed in behind her; he knew what part of him was pressing into her ass as his hand roamed over the front of her body again. "You don't mind if your roommates see us, do you?" he teased, his words a breathy whisper as he continued. "They might be hearing things they're not used to hearing from you..." Tom had heard enough stories about her living conditions to know that they weren't likely about to get any privacy, but he wouldn't have cared even if he wasn't too far gone, drunk with lust about his girlfriend, the one who'd tried to tease him so earlier. Boundaries mattered for people not in college.

And for people who didn't share their homes with as many people as Tamsin seemed to.

 

[MTPersson]

The walk back to her room seemed to take an age. At every part of the journey, the world acted against them and caused them to wait a few extra minutes, their passion increasing by the second and their patience decreasing. The chill air of the night was still around them and huddling together their bodies were pressed tightly together to keep warm. Every road crossing was busy with traffic and they were forced to wait for the crossing lights. Tom took every pause in their journey to kiss Tamsin. On her neck, on her ear, wherever there was an exposed piece of skin. She didn't care that people in the cars passing by were looking at them as they displayed their affection for one another in the open.

The pair of them dived into the lift as soon as they had passed through the outer security gates and the door to her block. Tamsin lived on the top floor so the ride up gave them a few seconds to resume their kissing. Lips pushed against each other and Tamsin found her hand pressing firmly against Tom's crotch again. She felt him hardening from her touch and the anticipation of what was only a few moments away. Pulling back from the kiss, she looked at his face, running her free hand over his cheek tenderly. As the lift lurched to a stop and the doors slide open, she gave him one last squeeze before moving swiftly out into the hallway and down the corridor towards her room.

She reached into her bag and fumbled with her keys dropping them on the floor in the process. Bending forward she picked them up and felt Tom standing close behind her as she straightened up gain. His body was tight against hers, pressing her up against her door. She could feel his cock straining through the material of his jeans and pressing up against her ass. His hands wrapped around her and held her stomach, gently stroking it and pulling her back into him.

"You don't mind if your roommates see us, do you?"

The menacing, breathless tone was back in his voice now and part of Tamsin wanted him to take her there and then up against the door to her room, in the corridor where anyone could see them. Finally, the key slipped into the lock and she managed to turn it and stumble through the door as he gave her a gentle shove from behind.

Dropping her bag immediately from her shoulder, Tamsin threw it onto the floor before turning turning around and throwing her arms around Tom's neck, pulling his head forward and roughly crushing her their lips together. She could feel his tongue trying to push through past her lips but her passion was the stronger and they wrestled in the space between them before she managed to force her way past his teeth and into the warm space that waited beyond. The pair were joined together at the lips and were stumbling through all many of rubbish to get to the relative cleanliness of her bed. Tamsin could hear her feet scuffing at empty cans of alcohol and soft drinks sending them flying in every directions. Likewise Tom was trying to avoid pizza boxes and random items of clothing. More than once he slipped as the cardboard slipped under him but neither of them noticed or cared. They were to engrossed in one another.

Tamsin felt the hard edge of the bedstead behind her legs and as Tom forced his way forward, still kissing, her legs buckled and she fell backwards onto the bed. He followed, their tongues still fighting, and landed on top of her, pinning her down on top of the soft covers of her bed. Tamsin was never one to surrender control in the bedroom but in that moment, with Tom on top of her, she found herself unable to move or direct what was going on. The lack of control made her heart beat faster and excited her imagining what Tom could do with her whilst he was overpowering her. Let's wait and see.

 

[Bevatoria]

She seemed to fumble a bit more after he spoke, a tic Tom could appreciate as it showed she was into it as much as he was right now. Maybe even more so, her movements erratic with adrenaline and lust before she finally got through the door. Tom would swear on his life he hadn't mean to push her in, but he was just incredibly eager to get on with it. From how quickly she threw her bag on the floor and moved back to him, she was too, her hands encircling his head and crushing their lips together. He tried to bite her lip, but Tamsin was stronger and her tongue forced its way inside of him as they stuttered towards her bed, wherever the hell that was. His hands left their grabbing motions only long enough to toss his jacket to who knows where; as impractical as Tamsin's clothing had been outside, it fit her here perfectly.

Tom found it hard to keep his balance, his feet not finding purchase on the messy floor between the garbage, clothes, books, and whatever else he managed to find there. He could've sworn his foot felt a crowbar of some kind but he ignored it; he'd feel it later, he knew. But all Tom was concerned with right now was ravishing this enticing creature in front of him; which, for the moment, meant they were locked at the lips with how much they were both slipping in the mess of her room. He would've found it hilarious most days, but right now he found it anything but funny as she continued to yield to him, backing up towards what he hoped was their ending destination.

It wasn't that much different from clearing things off of a table, Tom imagined, although he himself had never indulged in that. His paints didn't move for *anyone*; there was making a mess and then there was making a mess.

He was almost so caught up that he didn't feel her stop, his body falling into hers as they half bounced on her bed. Their contact broke briefly, but only briefly as he pushed his way back onto her, his mouth battling hers for control. She was winning, for the moment, but as Tamsin squirmed under him, Tom felt his manhood perk ever so slightly at the thought of pinning her there, and he paused in thought. This wasn't rape, and he stopped, ever so briefly, at the thought of forcing her into something she didn't want. It had happened before, and as much as she said she wanted it now...he had to be sure.

He broke the kiss, just for a moment, his breathing heavy as the air stopped, the smells of sweat, the room...and Tamsin assaulted his senses. His eyes met hers just for a moment, and he saw the need in it, his decision made for him as he positioned himself over her, between her legs. Where he'd need to be eventually.

Besides, I'm not that strong anyways....she could probably kick my ass if she wanted to.

Still, as a man, he wanted to at least attempt to show some force, so he all but smothered her again with his body, kissing her ferociously, taking whatever he wanted from her mouth, her tongue, lips, teeth, while two angry, urgent hands went to her jeans. A button popped, her zipper undone, and he pulled them down her thighs with little concern for comfort or care. A few yanks, a quick pull of her knees, and then eventually with one hand he forced them off of her legs, the momentum carrying them to another part of her room. His hands quickly worked of their own volition on her feet, leaving them as bare as he wanted them; no signs of the gentle touches he'd given her in the bunker. This wasn't about pleasuring her, for the moment, this was about taking what he wanted.

Tom could feel her getting antsy, but he was far from done with her. He pulled her to him for a moment; crushing her torso against his for a moment while he bit her lip; he wanted to hear her gasps for a little while while his hands went under her sweater, snaking to her bra strap and undoing it. With no time to recover, he all but shoved her back onto the bed, his hands pulling her wrists above her head and pinning them there, and his eyes gleamed ferally at her while he pulled her sweater up her torso greedily with one hand, along with her bra.

Quickly, but too slowly for him, they were both above her head. Leaving her with one article of clothing on below her neck.

 

[MTPersson]

There was a frenzy in the room which lasted all of only a few seconds. One second they were kissing, his body pressing down on hers on the bed, the next they were standing and he was pulling her jeans down over her hips. And now here she was, her arms pinned above her head and naked save for the thin, lacy material of her panties covering her pussy.

Tom's kissing had gotten rougher as they had progressed across the room and onto the bed. Now he was biting her bottom lip, baring his teeth and letting out an ever so slight snarl. Tamsin gave as good as she got and, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, snarled back at him , gnashing her teeth like an animal might when it had its prey in its sight. Because that's what they were. In that moment in time, in her dorm room, they were animals.

She had felt a little vulnerable when he had first fallen on top of her, crushing his body against hers and pinning her down under his weight, but her horniness had increased the more the situation continued and now she didn't care. She wanted them to fuck like animals. Rough and instinctual. There was no tenderness or love in her eyes as she looked into his, her breathing fast and heavy, just lust and want. Tamsin wanted Tom to fuck her like she knew he had wanted all along. She didn't want him to act reserved and controlled. There was a time and a place for all of that and this wasn't that moment. This moment was for mindless rutting. The cuddling can come later.

Tamisn could feel Tom's hand squeeze tighter around her wrists, not wanting to let go, not wanting her to have any control. A low moan started deep in her throat and as it moved up into her mouth it turned into a growl. Her teeth were gritted, her lips pulled back in a snarl with small strands of spittle hanging from the upper one. Jerking her head forward, she tried to grab hold of his lips with hers but they were out of reach so she ended up crashing her head against the mattress. She tried again and again but Tom just held her there. Waiting.

 

[Bevatoria]

Tom honestly wasn't sure where this had come from. Whether she had worked him up this badly, Tamsin's nefarious teasing and longing looks bringing him up to this point. Whether it had been building since the first time he saw her in the laundromat. Since the bunker. Since he'd drawn her? One thing that he'd gotten used to as an artist was not really questioning where his motivations and desires had come from, and only acting on them, building them into the passion and creativity that led to where his pictures came from. What drove them. Still, as he felt his hands grasping her wrists tighter, his grin widening at her struggles against him, the gnashing of her teeth. The line of spit from her upper lip.

This wasn't him. But it was what she had made him. For as much as he was the artist, she was the one shaping him now. Her fire pushing him to heights he had not imagined possible; he'd had sex before, even some rough play, but the places his mind went to now....

He had enough control to toy with her a little. His free hand went to her breast, pinching and taunting the exposed flesh just a little bit; twisting the hardening bud just a little bit, to hear her moan. His hand brushed over the other one, before running down her smooth stomach. Far too fast to call it anything but a detour to her panties. She was totally exposed, but as far as Tom was concerned she was hiding far too much for him. He leaned over for their mouths to fight again; their lips meeting mindlessly while he worked on her one remaining scrap of clothing. Pulling it in the direction where he thought her legs had been in, leaving her open for whatever he wished to do shortly after. What sounded like a tear didn't register in his mind as his hand was freed of its responsibilities as her panties were pulled away from her body, leaving her naked before him.

His hand left her wrists, but only to shuck his shirt off. If he'd been in more control, Tom had considered pinning her and fingering her until she lost control and took him, but he was far too gone himself to consider it. As perfect as her body was, he was no muscle head himself. An artist had to stay somewhat reserved to do what they did; and while he jogged a fair bit, there were definitely guys on campus more fit then him.

Still, judging by where her hands went to the second Tom let her go, Tamsin seemed perfectly content with certain parts of him...

 

[MTPersson]

She was at his mercy and they both knew it. A hungry grin spread across Tom's face as he moved his free hand and began groping her breasts, his fingers roughly squeezing and twisted her nipples making them harden and stand erect. The fight had gone out of her as soon as she had felt him running his hand over her naked body and Tamsin began to give into the sensation of flesh on flesh. The snarls stopped and her jaw became less clenched as she moaned in pleasure, the sounds wafting around the room.

As his hand began moving away from her breasts and across her taught stomach, they kissed again. A passionate, hungry kiss with plenty of tongue and biting of lips. He bent in further, forcing her head to stay where it was on the bed and she could feel his hands playing with the waistbands of her panties. With a rough jerk of his hands, he tore them away from her pussy and, after a second of resistance, they stretched and broke away from her body leaving her completely naked and at his mercy. But Tamsin didn't care. She wanted his lips on hers and his cock deep inside her. She was hungry for it and for him.

Just when she thought that he would take her there and then without letting her go, Tom released her wrists and moved to take his top of. Tamsin was to hungry, to lost in the moment, to wait so as soon as she realised what he was doing, she sat up and reached for his belt. Unbuckling his belt and quickly pulling them down around his ankles she worked his cock out from his underwear and started running her hands up and down its shaft as she had done in the park only half an hour or so ago. Being given this chance to get her own back, she worked his cock as she had before, slow strokes around his head before adding a twist every know and again. Tom had taken his top off and thrown it across the room on top of some pile of stuff that littered the small dorm room. For a moment he had stopped and admired her working his shaft, slowly and methodically.

She knew he wanted her to suck it but she wasn't going to give him what he wanted just like that. If he wanted her to suck him, he was either going to have to earn it or force her.

 

[Bevatoria]

The brief blocking of his vision by his shirt, as quick as it was, still seemed to linger as Tom felt her urgent hands around his waist. Hastily undoing his belt and all but forcing everything else he had on down to his ankles - boxers, pants, belt. She left a mark or two, her nails 'accidentally' brushing his leg as she stripped him. A sensation that was quickly overtaken by her hand around his cock; no longer restrained by the necessity of location or with anything covering it. The groan that left Tom's mouth was similarly unburdened; no longer needing to care who heard him as he enjoyed her stroking of his hardening length. Every squeeze, every brush of skin as she forced him back and forth, manipulating him by his manhood.

Watching her, the slowing of her hands, the glint in her eyes...even in her unquenched desire, she was still in control. The heaving of her body, the deliberate movements...oh, her goddamn eyes, gazing at him...daring him. Asking him to control her the way she was controlling him with just her hands on his cock.

He decided it was time to show how he manipulated a woman. Tom's mind went to earlier, when he'd alluded to her wearing 'much less' before he could really tease her, and he forced his way forward; her hand in his length be damned. She'd either keep torturing/pleasuring him while he worked on her, or not; the way he was starting to harden, he had a feeling it wouldn't matter a ton soon enough.

One hand, entwined behind her head, tangling in her hair. Forcing her mouth back to his, kissing her again, his tongue trying to claim her in one opening. His other hand, cupping a firm breast, enjoying her gasping and moaning into him while his lips devoured her, before it moved between her legs. Brushing her clit, flicking it ever so quickly before he finally found his destination. A quick cupping of her mound, the place he so desperately had wanted to tease her earlier.

But now...he slowly forced one finger in her, teasing it in and out as she teased him. Trying to see who would break first as their lips kept battling, tongues lashing in and out. He twirled the finger inside of her, testing her walls as he forced her further back; letting go of her hair to start to feel her smooth skin with his hand. God, she was intoxicating, beautiful....

...and as their bodies pressed closer and closer, Tom finally felt like he was gaining the upper hand, even as there would be no winner or loser. Nor would they finish any way but one.

 

[MTPersson]

They were kissing again. Harder and rougher than before with Tom's hand wrapping curls of her long dirty, blonde hair in his fist. The way he had done it, he could move her head where ever he wanted it and she could do very little about it even if she wanted to. It wasn't mean, he wasn't pulling her hair out by its roots, it was a sign from him to her telling her that he was in control. Tamsin had thought as soon as she felt his strong grip that he would force her face down and make her suck his cock but he didn't. Instead he had pulled her up and held her face next to his as their tongues wrestled one another's and their teeth nipped at each other's lips.

When his other hand started fondling her breasts, Tamsin moaned into Tom's mouth, the vibrations rolling around their tongues. The way he squeezed them and the way the edges of his nails moved across the sensitive skin was like electric surging through her body and there was nothing she could do to stop herself from gasping. As he tweaked and pinched her nipple, she momentarily stopped focusing on their kiss and felt his tongue take control pushing it's way into her mouth and forcing hers back.

And then he did it.

Tom's hand left her breast and went straight to her naked pussy. There was no slow tracing of his hand down her naval or teasing movements around the outside of her lips. His hand went straight for her clit and she jumped in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he brushed his fingers against it before cupping her mound. She broke away from the kiss as she jumped, a small sound of surprise and excitement escaping her lips which quickly changed to low guttural moaning as she felt him probe the opening to her pussy with the end of one finger.

Tamsin knew he was teasing her. He started of slowly with just the one finger before gradually getting deeper and quicker. She couldn't bear it and started thrusting her hips against his hands so that he would be forced further inside of her. But Tom knew what she was doing and carried on regardless. Her moaning was louder now, loud enough for people outside of the room to hear through the thin walls of the dorm. She didn't care though and she let out a loud gasp as Tom twisted his finger around inside her pussy. Biting her lower lip hard, she continued riding his finger wishing in her head that he would add more fingers and increase his pace. She needed to reach a climax. He had worked her up too much and she wanted him to make her come with his hands.

 

[Bevatoria]

If the noises she made, coming from deep inside of her - primal sounds that only found escape when one was acting on their most basic instincts - the look in Tamsin's eyes told Tom how much she was enjoying this. It didn't show how much he was enjoying pushing her, the smirk that lit his face as her hips lewdly tried to ride his one finger, forcing it deeper then he'd planned. Not that he cared. He thought he had a good sense of where she was at, which would be important as one finger became two inside of her, probing her most innermost depths. Tom hoped that by the end of the night, he'd be making her make some sounds that she'd never made before in her life. To draw them out of her, like an artist exploring a subject.

But this wasn't just about pushing her to her limits. He had his, too, and something still raged in him, too. A passionate fever was still raging inside of him; one that was hinted at in the way he'd stripped her, the way he'd held her hair. Even in this state, he still had the presence of mind to want to push Tamsin near the same cliff he was at. She wanted him to fuck her, but it was more then that. He wanted her to crave it. A part of him expressed his craving as he kept fingering her, two fingers lewdly pushing inside of her while his manhood inadvertantly brushed against her knee as he positioned himself.

Every brush against her skin excited him. Not the consistent touches; his hands wandering over her breasts again, brushing her hardening nipples as he traced a path down the middle of her body. Or what his two - no, now three fingers - were doing inside her dripping sex. The random contact; every time he stole a kiss as she kept moaning, bucking against him. But he liked her moaning more. He wanted to make her lose every last bit of control she had before they finally consumated their relationship. Differently they they would have in the bunker. But, Tom had to admit, much more satisfying.

As he thought she was getting close, he met her gaze, leaning in for one more long, passionate kiss. Just as his fingers left her, a trail of desire linking them to her center. Her apparently disapointment was quickly covered as he moved to straddle her, his hands roughly pinning her arms back above her head. As if she would try to escape.

Sure, he could've done this earlier. But as his eyes met hers, and he saw the lust, the need - and probably a bit of irrritation - at him, he could only wonder what his reflected as he let his manhood linger, just a moment perched above its target.

Before he pushed all the way inside of her. In one thrust. A motion he quickly started repeating, grunts and gasps escaping his mouth as he finally let himself go on her.

 

[MTPersson]

Tamsin’s eyes rolled back into their sockets as Tom continued to work his finger in and out of her glistening pussy. Twisting it this way and that he was deftly working her g-spot and causing her to moan with ever increasing volume and frequency. She was long past caring her neighbours hearing her in the throws of ecstasy. Hell, she probably wouldn’t have even cared if they all piled into the room and watched as Tom finger-fucked her.

The simple action of thinking about that voyeuristic act only helped to turn her on more and she increased her thrusting and bucking against his hand. Tom responded in kind by slipping an extra finger into the wetness between her legs. Her loud moans were replaced with requests for him to go faster and harder, grunted out between ragged and out of control breaths. Tamsin wanted, needed, release and Tom was giving it to her. She felt his cock, still stiff from her hand job moments earlier, brush against her leg but she ignored it. She didn’t want it yet, she just wanted to reach her climax and get that release of pleasure that she so greatly required.

His hands were all over her body now. Kneading at her breasts and teasing her hardened nipples, it all helped push her closer to what she wanted. And then he added a third finger into her pussy and increased his pace. Tamsin screamed out in pleasure, lewd affirmations of ‘fuck yes’ joined the instructions to increase his rough assault on her vagina. He leaned in to kiss her but she barely noticed. She was focusing on thrusting herself against his fingers, her rhythm getting faster and more wild with every passing second. She was so close now, she could feel it. A few more lunges, a few more thrusts from his fingers and she would be reduced to a quivering wreck underneath him. Tamsin felt her eyes rolling back again and she prepared herself for the wave of pleasure that was about to wash over her.

Tom took a long stoke through her wet lips, collecting moisture on his fingers, and stopped. Tamsin looked up at him, her breathing sharp and shallow, with a look of pure hatred in her eyes. Why the fuck have you stopped. But then she saw him rub the juice from her pussy onto his cock and repositioned himself so he was straddling her. Her hatred quickly turned into desire as she realised what he was about to do. This was the moment that the whole evening had been building up to. What they had both been building up to since they first met that night in the launderette.

Tom roughly pulled her arms above her head again, her wrists in his vice-like grip before using his free hand to direct his stiff cock towards her waiting pussy. It seemed to take an age, time slowing to a crawl as Tamsin anticipated the moment he would finally penetrate her. Hurry up! When the moment came, he wasn’t kind with it. She screamed in shock, pain and pleasure as he plunged his entire length into her wet pussy. She could feel herself stretching around him before he pulled out and slammed back in again. She wasn’t moaning anymore, she was making noises she hadn’t made for a long time. Noises you only made when you were satisfied completely. They were just two animals now, fucking like there was no tomorrow.

Tamsin wrapped her legs around Tom pulling him in towards her. As if he’s going somewhere else. Both of their breathing was ragged and heavy, his from roughly pounding in and out of her and hers from the sensation of his cock moving about deep inside of her. But she wanted more, more pleasure. She wanted to move her hands down to her clit and furiously rub it but she couldn’t. Tom was stopping her.

"Ugh...ugh...please...rub my clit...rub my clit." She grunted between strokes.

 

[Bevatoria]

The sound that came from her was honestly one Tom hadn't recognized. He'd made his partners moan, groan, and scream in a mixture of pleasure, pain, and arousal before, but the shout that escaped Tamsin was completely primal. As if they'd been building to it the entire time, as if she was letting something out that had been bubbling inside of her. He sputtered as he kept pushing inside of her, trying to plumb depths that he had already reached with his first stroke. Even as he focused on the task his body demanded, he wondered what exactly she'd been thinking about to push her to this level. What was going on inside her head? From the crazed, feral look in her eyes, he had some idea of what her immediate thoughts were.

They likely matched his own.

Her legs encircled his body, trying to trap him with the same kind of control he was exerting over her. But it only kept him where he wanted to be, even as it affirmed her own arousal level spiking as well. Tom was keeping her from doing anything he didn't want her to, and he felt her wrists tensing, jerking under his hand. She wanted him to release her, but not for escape...at least not for a certain kind of escape.

"Ugh...ugh...please...rub my clit...rub my clit." Her voice came out between his thrusts, and Tom could hear the desperation in it. Still, he held her with one strong hand, his other one trailing a lone finger down the middle of her body, enjoying her reaction to it. Their bodies were intertwined roughly and still Tom found the control to try to be gentle with her. To torment her as they used each other. To make sure she didn't reach her high without him. A lone nail ran down her navel, poking into the soft flesh even as they fucked, and his eyes met hers hungrily. His finger ran close to it, but stopped before it got there, and he smiled at her longing, her apparent need for it.

"Ask ag...again....nicely, Tamsin." His own words were short and clipped, although they still came out nicer then her growls and begging. They were both approaching their climaxes, but she wanted to get there faster. He rubbed her clit slowly as they fucked, and while he could see she was enjoying it, she wanted more. But he wanted her to struggle, enjoying the power he held over her. The power she had over him. Could still have over him, if she wanted. Tom wondered if Tamsin really knew how much of him she could have if she wanted....he toyed with her clit a little more, pinching it, testing it, enjoying her body's reactions to it...before he stopped doing what she asked him to.

He finally let go of her wrists, no longer pinning them above her head. Tom wanted to see what she'd do...what she'd do to herself now that she had control again. What she might do to him, what she could do to him while he was still pounding her into her bed. How much control did a woman getting fucked really have?

 

[MTPersson]

He was teasing her and she hated it. Tom had slowed his speed right down, instead of roughly pumping in and out of her, he was slowly withdrawing completely and re-entering, pushing his cock deep inside of her. It was like torture, enough to keep her on edge but nowhere near enough ferocity for her to get the orgasm she wanted. Her request for him to release her from this agony filled the room and for a moment all that could be heard in the small, untidy room was their combined panting and the soft sounds of her lips moving to accommodate his cock.

"Ask ag...again...nicely, Tamsin."

He was teasing her and she really hated it. Never before had she allowed any guy, or girl, have this much control over her during sex. She was the dominant one, always riding on top and controlling the pace. She was the one who did the teasing not her partner. To have Tom not only controlling the fucking but to also have her restrained, however slight, was uncharted waters for Tamsin. Not that she wasn’t enjoying it, she just needed to come so badly.

"Please, Tom...I...ugh...need to come...please...ugh...rub my clit."

Tamsin tried to sound soft and sweet but in the heat of the moment she couldn’t be sure what she had sounded like. It was far more likely, considering the circumstances, that she grunted out a string of incomprehensible sounds. Another moan found its way past her lips as Tom picked up the pace of his thrusting again and began to slowly tease her clit. She began to squirm under him as her body started to responding to the stimulation of the sensitive spot. It felt so good and Tamsin felt herself fast approaching the point of no return.

Tom was grunting loudly now too and together the sound of their love making filled the room. His hips moved back and forth, faster and faster whilst her hips gyrated against his as he pounded her with little care or tenderness. His fingers on her clit had become more and more adventurous too, pinching and probing it causing it to retract back under its hood. She was so close now, ready for the relief that was about to spread across her body. Tom suddenly stopped his rubbing and released her hands from above her head.

There was a moment of shock from Tamsin, her eyes opening a little wider, before her hands automatically replaced his between her legs. There was no way she was coming so close only to miss out on her orgasm. Her hands were a blur as she rubbed furiously away at her clit. Tom was slamming into her over and over again, he must have been close to, his moans and grunts becoming louder.

Tamsin rubbed and rubbed, her moans slowly turning into a scream so high and shrill everyone in the block must have heard it as her body started convulsing. Her legs loosened their grip around Tom’s waist and started jerking uncontrollably in all directions. Her hips rose up off of the bed before slamming back down again all the while her fingers were still rubbing away. Finally, breathing heavily and still moaning from her fingers and Tom’s cock assaulting her pussy, she came down from the initial high of her orgasm. The question remained, how longer would Tom last and would she come again?

 

[Bevatoria]

The look of her eyes opening in surprise inflamed his lust, seeing her shocked one more time before her hands did what she'd begged his to do earlier. They went between her legs, Tamsin's smooth fingers and nails almost a solid blur of motion as she worked at her most sensitive area. It was incredibly lewd, and incredibly hot for him to watch her so lost in a lustful haze that she would do literally anything to get off faster. "Ugh....." The sound that came from him was barely human, as he longed to get to his own high that his partner seemed to be near. If this was to be right, they both had to get there. Not together.

That only happened in bad movies.

Correction. Had hit, as a scream/moan/note came from her that Tom had never heard from any of his partners before. Some of them had been louder, but he had the feeling that Tamsin's screech would probably be more memorable for the people 'listening'. Her body jerked around him, the grip of her legs weakening as she lost herself in the pleasurable haze, letting the sensations take them wherever they wanted. Even as he kept at her, Tamsin's hips rose from the bed, still taking the assault from her own fingers even as she orgasmed. Tom watched as she desperately came up for air, needing it to recover from what he and she had just done to her. To try to recover, to let things cool down.

But Tom was still heated. A part of him was jealous of her, of how she'd hit the ending that he'd wanted. That he was still working towards, even as he knew he didn't have that much longer to go. His gaze hardened on her again; even as a part of him knew this wasn't him, even more of him knew that he needed to be that in order to get His.

Tamsin would break no other way. And so he pulled her head up rudely, roughly from its resting position for another brutal, punishing kiss; he thought he tasted blood, and wondered if it was his. The voice that came from him was a hiss, even as he refused to stop thrusting.

"I'm not through with you yet."

Someday, Tom knew he'd get to see the wildcat in here. But this wasn't the time to give or take power. This was about consummating what they were building. And like many artists, Tim wasn't really sure what it was they were building together.

 

[MTPersson]

Tamsin was a quivering mess on the bed. Her limbs were spread out at odd angles and her hair was wild, sticking out, tangled and draped across half of her face. Her breathing was heavy as she came down from the intense high of the orgasm she had just received. Never before had she come so hard and for so long during sex. So, part of it was due to her rubbing herself and pushing it over the edge but it had been about so much more than that. It was about Tom, restraining her hands and pawing at her body, pounding roughly in and out of her pussy. About him taking control and withholding from her that which she desperately wanted.

His teasing and taunting had enhanced the experience for her. It was new for Tamsin, to surrender some of the control she was so used to keeping for herself, but she liked it. Especially if it ends with me in a glorious mess like this.

She was drifting in a world between the real one and a dream one, a thin mist across her eyes. Lost in her own little world post-orgasm. Completely forgetting Tom was there, it came as a surprise to her when he roughly grabbed her neck and pulled her face up to his. Lips were pulled together and his tongue forced its way into her mouth and began exploring. His hunger for her was insatiable and a sudden biting of her lip brought her back from her world between worlds.

The taste of iron filled her mouth as a steady trickle of blood seeped from her lower lip. She may have reached her climax but Tom was still pumping inside of her striving to reach his.

"I'm not through with you yet."

It was the merest of hisses but it brought about in Tamsin's mind a whole host of images. Images of the things Tom might do to her in the passing minutes. There was an animal hunger in his eyes that hadn't been there before, almost jealous looking. She was back fully now and the feeling of Tom inside of her began to have an effect on her again, more moaning and groaning coming from her even as he began to slowly intensify his grip around her neck. It took all of her concentration to spit out the four words as he continued to roughly attack her pussy.

"Ugh...what...do...you...ugh...want?"

 

[Bevatoria]

A moment flickered, and Tom could see they were both in thought. Him, of what he wanted to do in order to get what he'd already given to her. Tamsin, of...what was to come. Which, as Tom leered at her, a stronger-then-he'd intended grip on her neck, pinning her to the bed as she struggled to respond; eventually causing him to try to relax his grip, to let her speak. But it wasn't the physicality of what they were doing that were causing her to struggle; it was the arousal she still felt as he kept forcing himself into her. "Ugh...what...do...you...ugh...want?" She asked desperately.

More time. Less Time. The ability to redo every night since the one we met, so we could've been doing this from the beginning. To change nothing, since this is how we were meant to be. This was the type of question that would have devolved into a long discussion with Tom; even with as much as Tamsin still hated him talking, he still enjoyed it. Saying too much was a part of him, an aspect of him he could not turn off. Much like he couldn't stop fucking her, trying to find new ways to churn himself towards the end he had pushed her towards.

Even as he had overpowered her, Tom knew he was holding back. To make tonight special. He didn't want to night to be about him just taking what he wanted; there would be other nights to experiment. Right now, this was about their first time. About them building their relationship, the careful nurturing of what they'd planted. He wasn't someone who needed his girl to just bow to his every whim; every guy enjoyed it, but it wasn't him.

But just like every guy, there was a side of him that loved seeing a women over his knee. So wordlessly, he pulled out of her, his hand returning to its familiar place in her hair. Behind her head. Letting her see the juices on his cock, her eyes taking in the mess on it.

And forcing her towards it anyways. As Tom pondered seeing if he could finger her to another orgasm...he'd heard some women didn't like that. But he was aroused by the sight of her completely lost in pleasure, and for a half second before she took him, he found himself wanting devise more ways to make her moan, scream, and beg...

Without her clothes on, of course.

 

[MTPersson]

tom didn't answer her question. all he did was continue to thrust in and out of her wet pussy, grunting and peering at her with a lascivious glint in his eyes. He must have been getting closer and closer to his own orgasm, the rhythm of his hips getting faster with every forward movement, the volume of his moaning increasing. Tamsin tried to help him there by rotating her own hips in an attempt to add a new sensation for his cock to feel. Still she was pushing back against him, timing her own thrusts with his so they met in the middle with him deep inside her.

"Don't...ugh...hold back...ugh...please."

She wanted him to let go and be himself. To stop trying to be someone he thought she would like. Tamsin wasn't the sort of person who appreciated games or masks. She liked it when people acted true to their own character and played things straight. Especially in bed. Being the adventurous and rebellious type, she didn't care about rules or boundaries. If there was something she wanted, she went and got it. Unless of course, someone was leaning over her and pinning her hands away from her. But that was cool too in its own way.

Tom seemed to grasp the meaning behind her plea and gripped her hair tight close to her roots. It was a controlling grip. A grip not to be fought against so she didn't. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening in the low light of the room with the juices from her pussy. Juices caused by his relentless pounding, his restraining of her and her resulting orgasm. He held her there so she was forced to look at it, softly twitching out of expectancy for his next move.

Slowly but firmly, he began pushing Tamsin's head lower until her eyes were level with his throbbing cock. He didn't say a word but the instruction was clear and unambiguous. Reaching out with one had, she took a grip of it and slowly ran it up and down its length, feeling the slick juices that covered it easing the gliding motion. She could feel how close he was, the way the veins stuck out and throbbed. Leaning forward she took the head into her mouth, tasting the sweet juices from her own pussy on her tongue.

His hands were wrapped tightly in her hair now and he pushed her forward, forcing his cock further into her mouth. Tamsin twirled with her tongue, sucked and bobbed away at a pace that was always getting quicker. Her hands were stroking the base of his shaft, twisting and sliding with every stroke. She wanted him to explode in her mouth, all over her face and down her throat. She wanted him to get the release he so craved. The same release that he had given her.

 

[Bevatoria]

He shuddered as Tamsin eyed his meat, seeing the hungry look in them. Tom felt and saw a familiar, smaller hand go around him, but it was different then it was in the clearing. Then, it had been her building him up, testing him, teasing him to get it ready for this moment. Now, she was doing it carefully, as if she didn't want to push it too far. Not wanting to push him too far before she was able to get a taste of it. With a move forward, Tom shut his eyes in bliss as her mouth enveloped him, seeming to revel in the taste of her own body on it now. Tom thought it arousing, too; the way she was losing herself in the moment as she pleasured him.

"Tamsin..." He hissed, pushing her further onto his member, wanting more then she was giving. Which was considerable, her tongue gliding around it and lips sucking and kissing it. Her hands manipulating his base, acting in concert with her mouth as she tried to get him off. To do for him what he'd done for her. And Tom was oh so close; had he not been so intent on stripping her and taking her earlier, it was likely that he would've already emptied inside of her by now. But still, he had held back then, hesitant both for Tamsin's sake...and for his. Tom was discovering a lot about himself tonight.

What was not among those discoveries was how much he enjoyed bringing a woman to orgasm. Over and over, if possible. A side effect of being gentle on some of his partners, he had felt. So even as he knew she wouldn't beat him there, his free hand still found the concentration to find a breast, gently cupping it as if to remind her that she had erogenous zones, too. More of them then him, more likely. And so his hand creeped down to hers, his body gently shifting even as she sucked him before he found a familiar crevice in the middle of her thighs. A single finger resuming its exploration of her most precious area.

A wetness that still persisted. Tom started to tease it again, feeling her body tense ever so slightly as he did, and then he felt a familiar surge inside of him...but he still had the concentration to try to speak even as he gifted her with his own seed. "Come...on, I....could get you off a....gain before you...get...get..." Tom's eyes rolled back as his climax came....

But he still had the presence of mind to keep fingering Tamsin as he groaned.

 

[MTPersson]

She could feel the grip that his hand had on her hair tighten. A twist of his wrist and her blonde curls were wrapped securely around his palm, holding her head in place; where he wanted it to be. Tom’s swollen cock was deep inside her mouth, forcing its way down her throat. On a few occasions it caused Tamsin to gag a little, the soft coughing action sending vibrations through her mouth and along his shaft adding to the sensations he was feeling. She could still taste her own juices from when he had fucked her; the sweet, sticky juices coating her tongue. She lapped it up like it was nectar.

"Tamsin..."

Tom was reaching the cliff edge. His forceful grip on her head pushed her forward, impaling her deeper onto his cock. Tamsin was forced to relax her throat a little in order to allow him to push further into her mouth. She gave a slight gag but that was all, her tongue continuing it’s circular teasing motion and her lips still sucking. With her fingers she tickled his balls, running her nails from his scrotum to his asshole and back again; she teased his sensitive skin. The grip of her other hand glided smoothly around his base, twisting and turning, tempting his seed out of him.

If she was honest, Tamsin tended to sleep with jerks. She had always use sex as a means to an end; a pleasurable end. Without anybody special in her life, no one close to her, she had picked up random guys and fucked them in their dorm rooms. It was void of any emotion or love. Just pure lust. In more than one case, she had been riding a guy only for him to ejaculate, push her off him and go to sleep. Tom was different. He had made her come first and even now, as he was on the brink of coming himself, his hands began roaming across her body. They began at her breasts, gently cupping them and playing with her erect nipples before slowly moving down across her naval and back to her still wet pussy.

She gasped, or as close to gasping as she could achieve with Tom’s cock in her throat, as he pushed a single finger into her opening. Twisting and turning it, her began working it in and out in an attempt to make her reach a second orgasm.

"Come...on, I...could get you off a...gain before you...get...get..."


He couldn’t finish what he was going to say because at that moment he started to squirt warm, sticky sperm down Tamsin’s throat. It caught her by surprise, her teasing of his balls had only just started and she was just about to ramp it up. She cough and spluttered as the first pump went straight down her throat. Trying to pull herself back off of him, she managed to work her head back a little and the second pump collected in her mouth, spilling over her lips and running over her chin. Tom’s eyes were rolling back in his head like hers had done earlier and his grip on her hair had loosened. Tamsin managed to remove his cock from his mouth just as the third spurt of come erupted from his cock and covered her face. Her hands were still working his shaft and balls so two more big squirts of ejaculate were thrown her way and landed on her face and fringe.

Tom was breathing heavily, his cock beginning to go soft in her hands, but his fingers still worked her pussy; wet now with fresher juice caused by his renewed pleasuring. One finger inside her pussy wasn’t enough to make Tamsin come again but it was enough to make her hot. She moved the hand that was teasing Tom’s balls and, still stroking his wilting cock, she began playing with her clit, rolling it and rubbing it between the tips of her fingers. Throwing her head back on to the soft covers of the bed, she felt herself quickly approaching the edge and before long she was screaming out obscenities for the second time that night as she came again.

 

[Bevatoria]

It wasn't like him to try to watch when he climaxed, to see its effects on him and the other party. But something in him made him focus on her. A somewhat unsuccessful attempt, as his eyes were all but rolling back in his head, so he tried to determine what was happening with his other senses. The smell in the room of sweat, of their bodies, and cum. Hearing a cough from Tamsin with his first load, feeling it go down her throat. Her hands refusing to let up on his base as she pulled off, and the telltale sensations from his body of more jism. The movements of her entire body against the small, tender ministrations of his hand - or, more correctly, two fingers at her center. A large breath left him as he was finally able to look at her, seeing her face covered with his seed. It was a beautiful sight for him; to see what she was willing to accept from him.

He leaned over her as she leaned back, lost in her own masturbation as her hand went to roughly play with her body again. Tom grinned at her, watching her lose herself in the drive for her own pleasure, not caring where she was, how loud she was being, and who was watching her. It was just him, if course, but it was nothing he had seen before. Tamsin was still trying to pleasure him, letting his manhood shrink in her hands, still pleasuring it tenderly while she tried to cum again. Tom worked in concert with her. Mostly. When she got close, her breathing erratic, he slid closer to her (not to envelop her, as he wanted her body to buck and move erratically, to see what she was doing to herself when she climaxed. But still he leaned over, and as she started to moan and scream with another orgasm, he moved his face into hers and kissed her.

Letting her noises go into his mouth. To crush her sound, as Tom revelled in the feeling of her trying to groan against him, to let something out that he was enveloping. It wasn't as if he enjoyed the taste of his own cum on her lips...far from it...but sex was a messy, dirty business. He'd take a hit to give his partner more pleasure. Especially one who seemed to be as in to him as Tamsin was. Who seemed to complete him better then anyone ever had. It wasn't just physically; compatible partners could be found all over campus if size was the thing, or pleasure. Even as he propped up on his elbow next to her, letting them both rest a little, it was her soul that drew him to her now. He pulled away eventually, even if it took some effort to not get into it again.

They would later, he knew.

Not that she wasn't incredibly hot right now. Naked, her hair mussed and tossed around both by her movements and his hands. Her body wet with sweat, his seed, and her own desire, that was now leaking down her thighs. He waited for her to turn to him, a loving smile on his face as he lazily traced a finger on her thighs, feeling the product of her most recent efforts. There was no need for words.

************

"Thanks, Will." With a slam of the door and a hop out of the vehicle, Tom made his way down the sidewalk. It was a little past 6:30 in the evening, which meant there was a problem for him right now as he walked briskly to his destination, his dress shoes clicking against the pavement as he moved.

It meant he was late.

It wasn't an entirely uncommon occurrence. Even with as freeform as post secondary schedules tended to be, and with how light both Tamsin's and Tom's social calendars were without each other, sometimes events conspired to just run things a few minutes over. Anxious professors, lazy group mates, a lecture going over time...things happened. But right now, Tom was especially worried because this was the first time he'd seen Tamsin in over a week. He'd been extraordinarily busy with prep work for his classes, especially for pictures and portraits. It was a product of what midterms were like for him, and a nod to the fact that his first few weeks of the school year had not gone well for him.

But since he'd started seeing Tamsin, things had flowed much easier for him. It wasn't just the sex, which had been fantastic...ever since the first night. He'd found himself sorer in the morning, rolling over with an embarrassing twinge in his back, and a joke had rolled out of him of being an old, out of shape old man. Tom couldn't remember if it was him or Tamsin who had made the rather brilliant suggestion of 'more practice', but he did remember that they had both agreed enthusiastically.

Normally, their dates went a little off the beaten path if they weren't just 'hanging out' in one of their rooms. Tonight would be different, if for no other reason them Tom was dressed much nicer then usual. A white suit jacket, black shirt, and black pants with his shoes and socks being the same colour. He liked being a bit different from his colleagues, to try to stick out, and dressing this way had been a requirement for them to get into the gallery they'd been viewing today.

And he'd had no time to change. He hoped she'd enjoy it, but either way he was stuck with it. Eventually, after a few blocks, and his feet starting to complain about having to make such a torrid pace in his foot coverings, he saw her there.

Waiting where he'd asked her to. She turned towards him, and he tried to smile apologetically, even as he was breathing a bit heavily.

"Sorry I'm late." This was a bit of a walk from campus, but it was nothing compared to the distance they'd had to take to a sojourn to the bunker...a place they hadn't been to since the last time Tom had drawn her. It was the farthest thing from his mind as he stepped up to her, kissing her lips lightly. The taste of them wanted to make him lean in further, to feel her body pressed against his...but it was too early. Nor was it his plan for the evening yet.

"Our gallery viewing ran long, so I'm stuck dressed like this...hope you don't mind." Truth be told, Tom wasn't sure what she'd think of his outfit. It wasn't like either of them to really get all prepped up and pretty for the other; if anything it was what he admired about Tamsin. She seemed to be able to throw anything on and look incredibly hot doing so. And what was even better is that she was either entirely unaware of her beauty while doing so, or she was fully aware. There was no in-between. The smirks on her face that he so enjoyed had convinced him it was the latter.

Wordlessly, he took her hand in his and led them at a much more deliberate pace towards their destination. Further into the 'hustle and bustle' of the downtown area near campus, a place they normally avoided unless they were just passing through. But tonight, Tom had other ideas.