The sequel and follow up to "You Feel Like a Dream". Where will Tom and Harlow's dream that has now become their reality, take them to? Traveling the world, join them on their journey to a opulent life.
As all warning ⚠️ were posted in You Feel Li...
I sat and peered out the window while he took off his shirt. He walked into the dressing area and opened the door with a creek. Another door he opens, and I hear the cart being pushed into the bedroom. I sat there bare naked. He just in pants and devoured most of the delicious foods that were brought to us. He lights up a cigarette as do I as well. I crack the window as slight as it would go. I get up and proceed to push the carts into the main room. He quickly meets me and takes over, moving them outside our door and only leaving a plate of fruit, coffee, and libations.
Pouring myself another glass of bourbon, leading it to my mouth and taking small sips. He inhales his cigarette, watching as I make my way around the room. We make small talk, laughing often. I am smiling like a silly girl. "Doll, come sit with me." " Just let me put something on," I reply. " No, No..." he taps the couch with his hand " No clothes!" He roughly coughs, bringing his hands to his waist, unzipping his pants. His shoes were already removed, followed by his socks. Our clothes seem to end up in little piles whenever we are together. His cock thick between the black boxer briefs he is wearing. Cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth. " Come here, Harlow, come let me fuck you. I want you to scream my name; no one will hear us. We can be as loud as we want." He says, laughing wildly. But he's very serious, licking his lips then biting the bottom, staring at me. I walk over to him, sitting on his lap, we face each other.
He glides his hands around my neck, taking his last inhale off his cigarette before leaning with me on his lap to put it out. Rubbing his worked hands up and down on my arms, feeling my illuminating soft skin as if it were the first time. How I love the way, his hands feel all over me. He just rubs his thick hands down my back. To my backside, he is leaning his face into mine. Our lips suckle and suction. Our tongues dance a seductive rumba. My hands running all over his back, scratching him with my fingernails. He moans into my lips. Sending my body to quiver and reach warmness that fills between my thighs into his lap.
" Wait... WAIT..!" he clamor's as he dips me to the side of him and removes his boxer briefs with one hand. On the other hand, supporting me just enough, I slide off the side of his leg. He can remove his underwear. " Ah now, Doll, I want to feel your wetness on my cock. My dick is...so fucking.. Aye, hard, baby." He growls in my ear, sucking on my earlobe, working his way down to my neck. His moist thick tongue and succulent lips envelop the nape of my neck. I purr and moan his name. Each time he bites my neck in intense passion. I feel my nipples against his hairy chest as I rub up them making my nipples harder, gliding up and down his manly chest slowly.
Placing his masculine hand behind my head, he pushes me down towards the floor. Just enough that he balances my back on his thick thighs, his rough hand slides over my décolletage and downward to my erect nipples; in his right hand, he pulls on my left nipple while his mouth searches my right hardened nipple. Between his teeth, he gently bites down. I, in a fit of pleasure, gasp and throw my head back further. While then, he bites harder, knowing he is driving me wild.
Moaning louder, I begin just to call out his name. I was telling him how good he makes me feel. He bites my nipple harder when I say his name. Pinching my left nipple firmly, he switches sides, sliding his wet hot tongue across my breastbone, gripping my left nipple, in-between his teeth pulling, tugging, and playful licking it with his tongue. Nursing on my breast then softly into his warm mouth. His thick fingers pull on my right nipple while succulently sucking still on my left. My skin is covered in goose pimples. Every part of me hungers and yearns for him, not only just this very moment.
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Muffling my name into my breast, his mouth blowing on my skin. "Mmmm...hhhhmmm." he groans, retaking my nipple in-between his teeth. The crooked tooth adds something extra special. I reach down to touch myself. He stops me; I lean up to see why. My nipple still stiff in-between his teeth; his tongue is circling every few seconds, watching me as I watch him. Removing his hand off my right breast bringing his hand down to my damp pussy. Slowly he grazes my petals with his worked hands, unfolding my wetness. I purr wildly; he only moves softer. He was purposely driving me mad, only wanting him even more and teasing me, having his way with me. It's an art he has perfected for me. Bringing me to new heights of pleasure, some I never knew existed, and I am in any way modest.
Bringing his face back up to mine. Leaning me into him, our lips meet, matching every motion and rhythm. He places his hands underneath my backside. He was lifting me in the air while he stands up. He puts my legs around his waist. He grunts and groans into my neck as he directs himself to the bed. His knees bend over me as he places me down. This cozy bed is fit for kings and queens. He looks side to side as if he lost something. I sit up watching him move across the room. In front of the bed between the nook couches is an oak espresso colored cabinet. Tom opens it and clicks a switch. Just then, the room lights up from the storm we are upon. An electric fireplace that illuminated the room so romantically, it was a perfect touch. The thunder rattles around us as raindrops hit the windows.
He makes his way back to me on the bed. He crawls over my legs, laying his legs on either side of me. My knees up and knocking together a nervous tick I have. He grazes his hand between my knees spreading my legs wide. I am fully exposed and natural. He is aware while his eyes trail from my feet to my face. " I love that your cunt has a soft, warm patch of hair for me not to scratch my face on. I love how you look naturally. Goddamit, you are so fucking beautiful." He speaks to me in his British accent, but he is singing to my soul. Leaning himself over me, our faces meet. Our lips intertwine as the storm around us rages on. Our glowing bodies from the fireplace sets me ablaze for him to be inside me. I can not handle anymore teasing, though he is just beginning.
