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“Yeah, Tom. I’ll come straight there.” Hanging up, she used the restroom and went over to the sink to wash her hands. Looking into the mirror, she stared. Her hair was still pulled up into the sleek bun from earlier. Taking her clip out, she let the blonde tresses fall messily around her face. Using a paper towel, she wiped some of the makeup off then looked back into the mirror. Looking back was Carol. The Carol she knew. The Carol she liked. The Carol that smiled back at her in the reflection.

*

She knew where Tom lived, but had never been to his house. He usually picked her up from her apartment, and she got the feeling that his house was…sacred. Something not to be shared with just anyone. He had told her that he lived in the house that he had grown up in, on the street where he became best friends with Jake and Rob. When his parents moved away, they deeded the house to him.

Driving into Tom’s driveway, she grinned as she saw him lounging outside on the porch waiting on her. Her car had barely stopped when he threw open her door, pulling her out and into his embrace. Not willing to let her go, he kicked her door closed, saying, “Lock the doors, angel.” She held on to his neck while clicking her car remote in her hand. Tom carried her up the porch stairs and into his house, still not willing to let her go. Sitting down on the couch, with her straddling him, he cupped her face, his eyes searching hers. Satisfied with what he saw there, he pulled her back into his chest.

“I been waitin’ on you, getting’ more pissed by the minute,” he said, stroking his hands up and down her back. “Shoulda never let you go by yourself.”

Carol was silent, trying to find a way to tell him that brunch was a set up. Breathing deeply through her nose, she let out a huge sigh.

Tom, misinterpreting her sigh, assumed that she was upset with him. “I’m so sorry, angel. I shoulda protected you from your mom.”

Leaning away from his chest, she raised up to look at him, but found that she could only stare at this chest. Not willing to look him in the eyes, she hesitated.

He ducked his head down to try to meet her gaze, but finally placed his fingers under her chin, lifting her face. “Do you forgive me, angel?” he asked.

“Oh Tom, there’s nothing to forgive,” she quickly assured him, making eye contact. “I just have to tell you something and you’re not going to be happy. And I just don’t know how to tell you. And I…”

He placed the fingers that were on her chin onto her lips, effectively shushing her. “Angel, just say it. If you purged, we’ll deal. If we need to call your counselor, we’ll do it right now. Whatever you need, I’m right here with you, every step.”

Acceptance. Love. Comfort. Care.

Filled with courage, she leaned back so that she could see his face as she began to talk. Taking a deep breath, she began. “Tom, what I’m going to tell you is going to make you mad. But you have to promise me that you’ll stay calm. I handled it, and it’s over.”

His face, no longer as soft and gentle as it was a moment ago, was holding fast to her eyes. “Angel…,” he warned.

Plunging ahead, “Tom, the brunch was a set up. My mother did not come; instead she sent Ronald.”

He plucked her from his lap, setting her gently back on the sofa before he walked across the room, cursing. “Are you fuckin’ shitting me?”

Hopping up from the sofa, she walked over with her hands raised to calm him. “Tom, I’m fine.”

“Fine? Fine? Angel, you called me, crying in a bathroom, trying not to give in to the urge.”

“I know. I know,” she said with resignation.

Tom, fury pouring off of him, paced the room in frustration. She stood silently, knowing he needed a few minutes to calm. He stopped pacing by the window, standing still, looking at the view outside. Finally taking a deep breath, he turned back around, walking over to her, wrapping her in his embrace. “Sorry, angel. I’m just tryin’ to get hold of my anger.”

Hugging him tightly, “I know, honey. I’m so sorry.”

Pushing her away gently so that he could look down in her face, he admonished, “You’ve got nothin’ to be sorry for. But you need to tell me everything. And angel,” he said looking sternly. “I mean everything.”

“Honey, there’s not much to tell. I got to the restaurant and was shown to the table. There sat Ronald. I was going to leave, but wanted to know why he was there instead of my mother. He told me that mother called this morning because she was ill and asked if he would meet me instead.”

“Do you believe that?” Tom asked, doubt showing on his face.

“No.” She sighed sadly, and Tom pulled her back in to his chest, holding her tightly. “I think my mother wanted to send him, constantly hoping that I will fall at his feet, I suppose. He started asking about you, so I knew mom sent him to find out about you.”

“How did it end, angel?”

“I got angry and left. I ate a little, but was so irritated that I felt ill while eating, so I did not overeat.”

Looking up into his face, she continued, “I saw Jake. He came to check on me when I got to my car. I think I interrupted his date.”

“You must have been visibly upset for Jake to come check on you, angel.”

“I guess he saw me having lunch with a man, and I did leave rather abruptly.”

He pushed her hair back away from her face, peering deeply into her eyes. “No secret, I’m pissed as hell right now, angel.” Leaning his head back, staring at the ceiling momentarily, he then looked back down. “But proud of you. You were strong. You were tough. You felt the urge and called me.” Bending over to kiss her lips softly, he then pulled her back into his embrace.

“Angel, you gotta know, I plan on takin’ care of this.”

Carol jerked back in his arms. “How? What are you talking about? You can’t do anything, Tom. There is nothing to do. It was a situation, and I handled it.”

“You think I’m gonna sit back and let someone fuck with my girl. Even if that person is her mother and some old friend? Not happenin’.”

“Tom, you can’t fight all of my battles for me. Some things I have to handle on my own.”

Tom said nothing, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
This isn’t over, angel. No one fucks with what is mine to care for.

Pulling him in, she leaned up on her tiptoes to nuzzle his neck, loving the rough stubble and imagining it between her legs. She pressed her legs together to ease the building pressure. As he chuckled, she felt the rumbling deep within his chest as she tried to pull him closer.

“Impatient, angel?”

“I just really need you, Tom. All I could think about for the last part of the drive was getting here and jumping you!”

Growling, he lifted her in his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Walking the few steps until her back was pressed against the wall, he claimed her mouth, plunging his tongue deep inside.

She met him stroke for stroke, her tongue dancing with his, as the kiss deepened. Pressing his swollen dick against her, he rubbed his tight jeans against her core, providing the friction she craved. Pulling her top down below her breasts, he jerked her bra cups down exposing the creamy curved and rosy nipples that he had been imagining. Sucking a nipple deeply into his mouth, he pulled and tugged as he laved the swollen bud.

Her head banged against the wall behind her as the sensations overwhelmed her. Sliding her fingers through his blond hair, she pulled him in closer as he worshiped her breasts. First one and then the other, giving equal attention to her needs. The more he sucked on her nipples, the more she rubbed her clit against his rough jeans.

He held her up with one hand on her ass, as the other hand slid into her silky panties, thrusting up inside of her wet folds.
Wet. Ready.
Another finger joined the first and began their movement inside of her, eliciting more moans that he captured with his mouth. Just then, he felt her walls convulse around his fingers as she dug her fingers into his shoulders, crying out his name. He looked into her face, eyes closed, lashes resting on her flushed cheeks. A smile playing at the corners of her lips.
I gave that to her. Me. No one else.

Slowly letting her legs slide down to the floor, he held her tightly. His blue eyes captured hers in a gaze that continued for several peaceful moments.

Finally breaking the silence, she asked softly, “What are you thinking?”

Leaning his head down so that his forehead touched hers he breathed her in. “Thinkin’ about us. Thinkin’ about you being here.” He paused for just a moment. “Never had a woman here. Ever. You’re the first.”

You’re the first.
Carol heard those words, allowing them to wash over her, filling the cold lonely places deep inside.
I’m the first he ever let in. Into his home. Into his heart. Me. Just me.

“I love you, Tom Rivers,” she whispered.

Smiling, Tom turned as he took her hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom. Glancing around, she saw the master bedroom decorated in masculine colors of deep blue and gray. A comforter covered the king-sized bed and matching curtains that were pulled back to allow the sun to warm the room, framing the windows. Before she could peruse the room anymore, she was pulled back around to face Tom.

“You can check out the house later. Right now, I want my woman in my bed. Naked.”

“How caveman!” she laughed.

“You feelin’ good from what we were doing out there?” Seeing her nod, he continued, “You excited about what’s gonna happen in here?”

Grinning, she just nodded again, sliding up closer to him moving her hands on his impressive chest as his massive arms encircled her.

“It’ll always be about you.”

Rising on her tiptoes, she darted her tongue out and licked his mouth. “Well, then, let’s get to it,” she dared.

With a growl, he picked her up and gently tossed her down onto the bed. Pulling his t-shirt up over his head, he threw it on the floor. Unzipping his jeans, he pulled them down, kicking them off.

Carol leaned up on her elbows, watching the strip show in front of her. His body was sculpted from years of football and now his regular workouts. The muscles in his biceps bulged as he maneuvered his clothes off. Twisting back around to face her, she could see the deep lines of his abs as they tapered down to his waist. His tight black boxers were tented in the front with his impressive erection. His trunk-sized thighs flexed as he leaned forward, grabbing a condom from the nightstand.

“Tom?”

His eyes darted over to hers in question.

“I’m…um…on the pill. My periods were messed up from…my eating…”

“Angel, I’m clean. Swear to God, I’ve never gone without a condom, and we get tested at work. I’d never put you at risk.”

“I know,” she said with a sweet smile.

His eyes captured hers once again. Blue eyes gazing at blue eyes. “What do you want, angel?” he asked, his voice tight with need.

“You,” was all she said, on a whisper.

Tom scooped her up in his arms as he rolled over, placing her on top. His mouth claimed hers, nipping, sucking, thrusting his tongue deeply inside. The kiss took on a life-force of its own, pulling them both in. Unzipping her dress in the back, he slid it the rest of the way down to her waist. Palming her breasts, he was once again struck by their perfection. Her breasts were full, rosy tipped, but not heavy.
Perfection.

Not able to wait any longer, he lifted her and settle her wet entrance onto his straining cock. “Ready, angel?” he growled.

Seeing her nod, he pushed his dick up into her waiting pussy, watching as she threw her head back and felt her dig her fingers into his pecs. With his hands on her waist, he assisted as she rode him, watching to see her face when she came.

Carol could feel the different sensations from this position, and the depth of his cock inside of her created a friction that was unlike anything she had felt before. Closer, closer. She could feel the energy from her nipples to her pussy. Just when she thought she couldn’t take the need anymore, she screamed his name and felt her orgasm wash over her in waves of pleasure.

Feeling her pussy walls clench around his straining dick, he let her orgasm milk him before he rolled them over so that he was back on top. Looking down into her face, gentle with the expression of satisfaction, he asked, “Can you take it, angel?” Seeing her smile and nod, he wanted to make sure she understood. “Can you take it hard?”

Her eyes opened up, focusing on his, her gentle expression curving into a brilliant smile. “Oh yeah, I can take it.”

With that, Tom slammed into her, driving deeply into her welcoming pussy. Her orgasm had softened her walls and the slickness allowed him to pound into her without fear of pain. The feeling of her surrounding his dick without a barrier almost had him exploding before he was ready. Buried deep in her, all thought left him as he could feel himself close to coming and wanted her to come again first. Continuing his forceful pace, he reached between them and fingered her swollen clit. Tugging on it gently, he could hear the change in her breathing.

Climbing higher, she was sure that she had to reach the end soon. Crying out his name once again, she felt herself fly over the edge as the sensations washed over her, pulling her along.