Touch of Your Love
Hey guys! This is an imagine based on this textpost: “when his hands are so nice u just want him to put his fingers in your mouth.” When I saw it, I was like…. me @ Tom…? Basically, it’s as smutty and fluffy as they come, so I hope y'all like it!
Touch of Your Love
She loved his hands because they always engulfed her own.
She loved his hands because they were always warm, but never sweaty, or ever cold.
She loved his hands because they would always be there to guide her to safety.
She loved Tom’s hands because of all the things they did to her in the vehemence of their everlasting moments together.
They would wind themselves like vines against her skull, softly aiding her to wherever he wanted her the most. Sometimes, if Tom couldn’t wait, they’d hold her down against his touch while he worked his fingers, tongue, or hips against her.
Pressing her legs together, she cursed herself for thinking of Tom’s hands when she should be focusing on her professor’s lecture.
There was an in-class discussion occurring about Tennessee Williams’s play, ‘A Streetcar Named Desire,’ which happened to be one of her favorite plays, but she just couldn’t get Tom’s hands, and everything she’d like them to do to her, out of her head.
Her mind wandered to their morning together.
Whenever he was in town, they’d always stay together, no matter what the two had going on individually the next day.
Tom awoke earlier than she did, even though he didn’t need to be up yet because he had a rare free day from work, and he’d turned off her alarm and instead kissed her awake.
After he’d managed to untangle her from him, Tom had gently pushed her hair from the nape of her neck to pepper it with kisses. Then, he pressed hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses down her body, and over the sweater she’d stolen from him to wear bed.
Stirring slightly, she shifted in bed, causing the fabric of the sweater to reveal her midriff. Tom thanked the goddess of love for this blissful opportunity, and began trailing his fingers up and down her body.
She moaned in her sleep and Tom smirked, cracking his knuckles.
He dipped his calloused fingers into the sweet, pink panties she wore and tapped his forefinger against her clit, moving his mouth up to tease her neck with warm licks and kisses.
“Wake up darling,” his voice rasped against the base of her throat.
She awoke, wide-eyes and wet, with Tom’s untamed curls tickling her collarbones and Tom’s fingers preparing to curl inside her.
“Look at you, so lovely and ethereal.” Tom meant it too. He just couldn’t wrap his brain around how she always managed to look like an unearthly, delicate fairy when she awoke, while he resembled an exhausted bear. “Let me give you something to think about while you’re in class.”
Barely rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she burrowed her head back into her pillow and whined.
Tom didn’t make any move to further her pleasure, instead he propped himself up on one elbow to observe her clearer.
Wiggling her hips around, she tried to make Tom understand that she so desperately wanted him to give her something to think about in class.
“You know what I need.” Tom said.
She knew that Tom was waiting for her consent to go further, just as he always did. He always wanted to make sure that she was okay with what they were doing, so he always gave her time to agree or disagree.
“Please Tom,” she finally breathed out, curling her own tiny hand around his wrist.
With that, Tom moved in to kiss her, dragging her off the pillows, so that she’d be closer to where he needed her to be.
Her hair had fanned out around her head in an oh-so-fitting halo, Tom thought.
His mouth pressed urgently against her soft lips and his hands pushed her underwear down and she kicked them off the bed.
Tom hitched one of her legs around his waist, and cradled her hips to his own, his morning wood pushing against the warmth of her center.
Bringing a hand up to his mouth, he sucked three fingers into his mouth to slick them with saliva. She could’ve moaned at the sight.
Tom snuck his fingers back down to where she ached for him, and he pressed one against her clit.
“Fuck,” Tom groaned, doing his best to maintain his cool, “you’re fucking drenched for me. Did you wake up with this in mind, sweet girl?”
Her eyes rolled back when Tom slid a finger inside of her, doing his best to help her prepare for his others.
“Dreamt about you last night sweetheart. You were on this bed, lingerie and heels, all for me. Said you’d been a fucking bad girl and needed a punishment, so I had to drag you over my knee and spank you till your ass was cherry red.” Tom knew she loved being talked to in bed.
Tom couldn’t figure out why, but she was still shy and a little uncertain of herself when she was with him, and it made her feel better, and less embarrassed, to know how badly Tom wanted her too.
He rubbed the palm of his hand against her clit and used his other hand to press her bucking hips back down onto the bed.
Tom guided another finger into her and she gasped his name.
“And then I wake up, and see you looking like a fucking angel, all curled up against my chest, and it was too much, darling. I could feel you breathing, and hear you gasping in your sleep. And then I thought, I gotta fucking have you before you go to class, you’re too much, baby.”
Her thighs squeezed him closer to her and she kissed him, ever so softly, on the throat, her hands guiding themselves up to the nape of his neck.
Tom could tell that she was close, she always held onto him when she came.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you angel? Let me see you cum, darling, I need something think about after you’ve gone too. Come on, darling, let me see you finish.” Tom curled his finger inside her and mercilessly rubbed her clit.
She screamed and tried uselessly to lift her hips off the bed to force his fingers to delve deeper inside of her.
“Tom, please, please please.” Her eyes were fluttering, unable to stay open because she was too focused on Tom’s hands.
“What is it, m’love? Want another? Ask me politely and I’ll give it to you. You know that I’d give you everything, you just need to ask.” Tom kissed her lips and used the hand on her hips to trace hearts on her bare skin.
“Tom,” she was barely breathing, “please, I need another one.” She tried to shift her hips up to meet his hand, but Tom only smirked and held her down firmer.
“Of course, darling. All you had to do was ask.” And with that, Tom slid in another finger and began to use his thumb to draw the words, ‘I love you,’ on her clit and he wanted her shake, and moan, and grip his shoulders.
“Cum, my sweet girl, you’re alright, I’m here. Cum.” Tom ordered, and with that, she did.
Her legs shaking, and her body trembling, and countless ‘I love yous’ fell freely from her lips.
Tom wished that there was some way to bottle up those words, so that he could hear them, breathed into his ear whenever he wished.
He held her close and rubbed her back while she recovered from her early morning orgasm, and he counted each freckle that painted her skin.
“Wanna help me clean up?” Tom asked, bringing the hand that she’d gushed all over, up to her lips.
She tipped her head back opened her mouth, clearly understanding what Tom meant, and he dipped his fingers into the wet confines of her mouth.
Her lips closed behind his hand as she sucked and licked his fingers clean of her.
“Holy fuck,” Tom groaned, rubbing himself through his boxers.
She released him with a pop and Tom hurled himself at her, winding his hands into her hair as her pulled her on top of him.
Sitting so she straddled his lap, she smiled at him.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Tom murmured, looking up at her and lovingly stroking her thighs. “Go on and get ready, or else I won’t be able to let you leave.”
She clamored from his lap with shakey legs and crossed to the bathroom to begin her morning routine.
Tom laid back in bed, tugging at himself softly while she pranced around the room, removing shirt after shirt, before finally cheekily smiling at him over her shoulder as she settled on one of his sweaters.
He removed his hand from his pants and walked to the door to kiss her goodbye, promising to pick her up for lunch after school.
As she walked to her friend’s waiting car, she looked back and blew him a kiss before rushing to the vehicle.
When Tom had finally seen her off, he leaned up against the door and jacked himself so hard that when he came, he shouted her name.
Little did he know, that now, in her lecture, all she could think about was wrapping her pretty, pink lips around the length of his cock.