Twisted Thomas

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#44 Loving, crying and laughing

Thomas

Tracy still tastes as sweet as I remember. She cries out when I flick my tongue over her center, and she grabs my hair to push my face harder against her wet cunt. For a girl that’s hard to get off, she’s really fucking horny and responsive. When I shove two fingers into her tight channel while I keep sucking on her clit, the begging start.

Oh, fuck, I love it when she begs.

“Please, Thomas, I want to come so badly,” she whimpers, writing and panting. “Please, oh yeah, right there… please… baby, please…”

I keep at it for a while, and when I can tell she’s getting closer, I pull out my now soaked fingers and slowly insert then into her tight puckered hole. She cries out my name and her body starts to shudder when I start rubbing that perfect spot inside of her that drives her crazy. I flick my tongue over her clit almost lazily, taking my time with her. It’s been so long. No way am I rushing this.

“Yes!” she screams, her back arching off the bed when she gets so close to the edge that her body is humming with pleasure. “Oh God, Thom…”

I stop moving for a moment, looking up at her desperate expression form between her legs. “Ready for number one, baby?” I ask, enjoying her moans and pleas. When I suck her clit into my mouth, she comes almost immediately, and I keep working on her while the waves of pleasure roll over her, not allowing her to come down from her high. The second orgasm follows not long after, and she whimpers when I pull my fingers out of her.

“Oh God, that was good,” she breathes, pulling me up so she can kiss me.

“You can call me Thomas, baby,” I joke, holding her close and stroking her back while she slowly comes down to earth. “Three more to go.”

“I want you inside of me,” she says, still sounding desperate as fuck. “Twice is enough.”

“No way.” I grab her and roll her onto her side, pushing myself against her back. I pull one of her legs up, bending it at the knee and hooking it over mine. I start playing with her nipples first, knowing that if I keep this up long enough, I can get her right on the edge without even getting near her cunt.

“Oh,” she breathes, wiggling her ass against my rock-hard cock. “You feel so good, Thomas.”

“Not as good as you feel, baby,” I grunt, pinching her nipple between my thumb and index finger. “I’m so fucking ready to be inside of you again.”

“Yes,” she moans when I slip my hand between her legs and rub her clit hard and fast. “Oh yes, right there… Oh please, Thomas, harder!”

I comply and cage her against my chest, kissing her neck and running my tongue over her soft skin while she comes. She’s a trembling mess after her third orgasm, but still I won’t let her come down from it. I yank her to the edge of the bed and sink down onto my knees beside it, putting her legs over my shoulders while I go to down on her. Tracy is moaning so loudly that her voice is hoarse by now, and I love the way she says my name in that sexy as fuck voice of hers.

“Could you…” She moans and props herself up on her elbows so she can look at me. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine, but I like… I mean…”

“Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it,” I vow, already having a pretty good idea what she needs from me. “Want me to lick my way down a bit more?”

“Fuck yes,” she grunts, letting her body fall back onto the matrass.

I pull her even closer to the edge of the bed, part her ass cheeks with my hands and run my tongue from her clit all the way down to her tight hole. She is screaming now, so loudly that I’m pretty sure everyone in the whole fucking building can hear her. We’ve done a lot of kinky shit together in the past, but not this. I had no idea she likes this until she just looked at me with those wide green eyes.

“Has anyone ever licked your tight little hole before?” I ask, pulling back a little and shoving two fingers into her cunt, fingerfucking her hard and fast while I wait for her to answer.

“No,” she pants. “Never.”

That makes me even harder than I already was, and I get back to what I was doing, driving her so crazy with need that she starts begging for me to fuck her. Instead, I force a fourth orgasm out of her. Hearing her crying out my name is too much. I can’t take it anymore. I stand up, grab her hips and push into her.

Fuck, she feels so good.

“Hey, that was only four,” she says, looking up at me with a smile on her face.

“I’ll give you number five in a second,” I promise, shoving all the way into her. “I need to be inside of you right now, baby.”

She comes really fucking soon, only needing me fucking her and a thumb brushing over a clit a few times. I have a hard time not following right after, but I manage, and I pull out for a moment, knowing I will lose control if I stay inside of her.

We snuggle together under the covers and she keeps moaning softly whenever I touch her, even though all I’m doing is caressing her back and kissing her neck. Her hand is wrapped around my cock like a vice, moving in a torturously slow pace.

“See, you’re not difficult at all,” I whisper into her ear, enjoying how she moans from hearing my voice and feeling my hot breath tingling in her neck. “A girl that comes five times from nothing but my fingers, mouth and cock is not a difficult girl. And nothing about this feels like a chore. I love touching you.”

She kisses me hard and hungry, rolling on top of me so she can sink down onto my cock. Her slick channel spasms around me, and she moans as she sits up and starts riding me. Her fingers find my nipples, pulling and twisting the way she knows I like. I do the same to her, and we keep our gazes locked. Something passed between us, and while this is all hard, fast and dirty, I know that it’s more than that. We may be fucking like sex-crazed animals, but the reason it feels so good is because we’re madly in love.

“You’re so…” Tracy leans down to kiss me again, and when she sits back up, there are tears in her eyes. Not that long ago, she would have blinked them away and pretended it didn’t happen, but she’s past that by now. She smiles through her tears and moves her hips in slow circular motions, making both us groan from how good it feels.

“What am I, baby?” I ask, needing to hear what she’s thinking.

“Perfect,” she says, and I can tell that she means it. “So fucking perfect for me.”

I flip us over so I’m on top, and we stay still for a moment, her legs wrapped around my waist and my cock still buried deep inside of her. She touches my face in a tender caress.

“It’s so easy with you,” she says, like she’s told me a few times now. It makes me feel a little bad, because I hate that love has been so hard for her until now, but it makes me so goddamn happy to be the one to show her that love doesn’t have to be difficult. When it’s right, it feels so good to be with the person you want. The person you need.

“Stop calling me easy,” I reply, teasing her. “You’re the one who already came five times, babe. I haven’t had a single orgasm tonight.”

“I gave you two blowjobs this very morning,” she reminds me. And then she lifts her face and licks me. She seriously licks my mouth and nose like a goddamn dog. She laughs at my shocked expression, and the sound reverberates through our bodies. “Oh, it’s so much fun to take you off guard,” she says, grinning. “You should have seen your face this morning when I kicked you off your chair.” Her hand moves down my back and she pushed against my ass, grunting in approval when her finger slides in.

“Fuuuuck,” I breathe, pulling out a little so I can push right back into her, even deeper than before. “You’re fucking crazy, baby.”

Her finger curls and finds that perfect spot, pushing me to the edge in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck me,” she moans into my ear. “Fill me up, Thomas. Please.

I only manage four thrusts and then I’m coming so hard that I collapse on top of her, knocking the breath out of both of us. She pulls her finger out and digs her nails into my skin, her channel spasming around her. Surprised, I pull back a little, looking at her face. She’s breathing hard, and I can clearly feel her body tensing, her cunt throbbing, and then she cries out, her body going limp underneath me.

“Six?” I ask, unable to believe she just had another orgasm without me even trying to give her one.

“Yes,” she murmurs, running her hands up and down my back. “Six.”

I pull out and we huddle together, kissing for a long time. Everything is sweet, tender and filled with love. Her kisses are sloppy, and she keeps sighing. I smile as she rolls onto her back after our millionth kiss. She looks so happy and completely relaxed right now. I love her like this.

“I love you so much,” she says, staring up at the ceiling. “I wish I could introduce you to my parents.”

And then, suddenly, she starts crying. She curls up on herself, pushing her face into the pillow to muffle the sound of her heart-wrenching sobs. When I pull her into my arms, she lets me. I was scared for a second that she wouldn’t, but she grabs me so hard that it’s like she’s trying to disappear into me, and she cries like she’s never cried before.

“My birthday is next week,” she tells me when she’s calmed down enough to talk. “Peter and Delilah are coming over for dinner. Will you be here as well?”

“Of course,” I assure her, running my hands through her hair. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“My mother died two days after I was born,” she says against my skin, her tears making me all wet. “I always visit her grave and put rose petals on it, because she loved red roses. Dad always bought them on the anniversary of her death, and he’d let me pull off all the petals and we’d cover her grave with them. Will you come with me?”

“Yes.” Oh God, I’m crying too. I hardly ever cry. Not because I’m scared to like Tracy used to be, or because I think it’s feminine or whatever, but because I’m just not someone who cries a lot. I hardly ever feel the urge. Now, having this beautiful, strong girl breaking down because she wishes she could take me home to meet her family… Yeah, I’m bawling my eyes out.

I’m also crying because just like her, I can’t take her home to meet my parents. I talk a big game about not giving a shit about my mom and dad anymore, but they’re my parents. They may not understand me, or approve of things I want in life, and they’re cunts for making Dylan feel like he’s anything but amazing, but they are still my parents. And they’re alive. I should be able to take my girlfriend to their house and have dinner with the whole family. They’d love Tracy. I know they would.

“Oh my God, I made you cry,” she sniffles, sounding shocked. “I’ve never seen you cry. Did I break you?”

I laugh through my tears. “No, you didn’t break me, baby. I just wish things were different. I wish I could have your father give me hard time about treating you right, and that I could try to charm your mother into liking me.”

“I never knew my mother, but from what Uncle Greg told me, she was pretty easy to win over. Dad was in the military until she died,” she says, smiling and wiping away her tears. “I took a guy home when I was 17 – my high school boyfriend – and Dad spent a full hour cleaning and loading all his guns in front of him. And Dad owned a lot of guns. Then he told him that if he ever laid a hand on me, he was going to put a bullet from each of those guns into his leg, and that he’d make sure that he wouldn’t die from it, but that he would experience unimaginable pain and end up in a wheelchair.”

“Oh God,” I mumble, my eyes dry by now. “I’m starting to get why you are the way you are. I can totally see you doing that when our little girl takes home her first boyfriend one day. You’re definitely going to be that parent instead of me.”

“Our little girl?” she repeats, a wide smile lighting up her tear-stained face. “You want kids?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Me too.” She sighs happily. “I never thought I was fit to be a mother, but now, with therapy finally helping me feel like who I’m supposed to be… I think that with you, I could do it. I want to.”

“So we’ll buy a farmhouse, get some chickens and pigs and shit, have really unromantic conversation about marriage at the kitchen table, I get a tattoo and you’ll get a ring, and then I’ll knock you up a few times.” I laugh. “I think we just figured out our whole future, Tracy.”

“Sounds good to me.” She kisses me softly, and we smile against the other’s lips when we taste the salty tears on them. I’ve never kissed a girl after crying together. “Not now though,” she warns me when we break apart. “Let’s first move in together. I know you like your place, but I need more space, and the woods are right outside this building, which is really great for Pumpkin, and I love my apartment too much to give it up, so I’m hoping you’ll be okay with moving in here.”

“Are you asking me to move in?” I ask, not sure I’m getting this right.

“Not today, but soon… yeah,” she says, sitting up with excitement in her eyes. “Let’s first see how you like me during the worst fucking week of my life, when I will be a complete mess. And you need to come with me to Dad’s grave too, obviously, and if he doesn’t claw his way out to strangle you, then… then I think I’d like you to live here, yeah.”

“I’d love that. Let’s take things one step at a time, though. I don’t want to overwhelm you. You’re still working through a lot of trauma from your past. Maybe you should talk to your therapist about all of this before making a decision.” It takes all my strength to say this, because part of me wants to hire a moving truck right away and never leave her apartment ever again. But I need this to be right. I don’t want to lose her because we’re moving too fast.

She nods and looks down at me, still looking so damn happy even though she was just crying like she’d never stop. “I will. I know I want this, though. It’s soon, but in a way it’s not, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” I agree right away. “I feel the same way.”

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