Title: "The Night Call"
This is a one-shot epilogue to "A Day in the Life of Mr. Oliver and
Written by: Shawn
Summary: A second perfect moment.
Ship: That guy with the bad memory who used to wear his long hair in
a pony tail and the short gymnast who wore pink all the time.
Timeline: Everything up to the end of Power Rangers in Space is
canon. After that its all me. Dino Thunder did not happen in this
Disclaimer: Disney owns it all now... I think. *shrugs*
Email: dayshawn1974@ hotmail.com
Special Notes: Tommy and Kim are around 26 - 28 years old here.
Authors Notes 1: This epilogue to "A Day in the Life of Mr. Oliver
and Ms. Hart" just wrote itself. And with so much of my other PR work
heading into a more dark and angsty territory this really balanced
the scale. I hope you enjoy it.
Authors Notes 2: This story picks up thee weeks after the previous
Authors Notes 3: Soothing intimate adult romance is my goal here.
Dedicated to: C and Pink-Green-White- 4ever for being two amazing,
inspiring, wonderful women.
Special Mention: Cathy for being a great sounding board.
Two souls and one thought, two hearts and one pulse.
4110 Virginia Ave
Friday, July 12, 2006 11:50 PM
Stone Canyon, California
The soft acoustic base set in a somber mid-tempo piece accompanied a
rambling guitar melody through Kimberly's MP3 player's ear pieces as
she rested comfortably in the bathtubs steamy waters. Four emerald-
green glass votive flower-scented candles illuminated her modest-
sized bathroom as she relaxed her mind to the instrumental music
while mentally writing the lyrics to her newest song.
Her finest work usually came while soaking in her Lorenzo Villoresi
bubble bath and so another restless night led to this soothing event
as her eyes shut to the world.
Her mood and the music called for lyrics that spoke of a sweet love
renewed. The best songs written often were infused with whatever the
writer was experiencing at the time and so she went with the flow.
Recent developments in her personal life provided all the inspiration
she needed. The endearing words came to her easily as the melody
played in the studio of her mind.
A concert of one to ward off the loneliness of missing her Tommy.
The International Swordfighting and Martial Arts Convention in
Lansing, Michigan took place once a year for martial arts instructors
to study weapons techniques and grappling arts for the purposes of
their cultural heritage and recreation. ISMAC conventions drew some
of the very best martial artists in the country as well as abroad.
Tommy had attended the convention the past six years and with no one
to look after the school Kim was forced to stay behind. Even though
his return flight's arriving very late tonight she hadn't seen him in
nearly a week.
Being separated from him seemed to grow more painful by the day.
Their reunion was still so new as her heart and soul were greedy for
all the years they spent apart. Irrational as it was to think that
they might have had some perfect life together had she never broken
up with him, she couldn't help but to wonder if the heartbreaks,
tears, and unfulfilling relationships she's suffered through would
have ever happened if... It was no use. Living in the 'what might of
been' mind state wasn't productive in the least.
But making up for lost time still had her longing for him even when
his voice was the last thing she heard every night before going to
She missed him. Terribly if she's honest with herself and that did
scare her. Already she's attached to the feeling of loving him again.
Of having someone who intimately knew her hearts every want and need.
Night after night he called her and told her that he missed her and
that he loved her more every day. It sounded sappy and far from
realistic to her cynical side and yet she adored it all the same. He
was sweet to her and she couldn't remember the last guy that was
sweet when the intention wasn't to get laid. He even sent roses to
their office for her two days ago. That alone had her smiling through
the rest of her classes.
With a most pleasing aroma courtesy of the lit candles easing away
the last of her restlessness she allowed a sense of deep inner peace
to fall over
her. Though they still hadn't made love yet she felt an emotional
bond with Tommy so strong and meaningful it eclipsed anything she
felt before. The trust, respect, and strong friendship built during
the last six months of their partnership seemed to pave the way for
an easy transition towards the passionate love they shared.
Tommy's life was no longer a laundry list of small mysteries as she's
been given full access to his personal world again.
He got his hair cut once a month three blocks down from his apartment
by a barber named Johnny who's a reserve in the National Guard. He
loves Frosted Mini Wheats cereal, hates reality television shows, and
is slowly becoming a fan of major league baseball. He still cut his
parents grass every other weekend, doesn't listen to the radio all
that much, and is addicted to Reese's Pieces Peanut Butter ice cream.
He admitted to her he thought Napoleon Dynamite was a really funny
movie for reasons who couldn't quite explain. He even confessed to
her about the infamous 'strip club' story of three years ago that saw
him, Jason, Zack, Billy, Adam and Rocky arrested when the club was
raided because of the owners. She laughed and laughed at how he
described Billy's near panic attack when he was handcuffed and Adam's
nervous reaction to his first lap dance.
Each little part of him he's given to her, she cherished.
Their first date went very well as expected. Their second was
canceled at the last minute due to a family emergency that thankfully
turned out to be nothing at all to worry about. Neither of them could
even remember the movie they went to see on third date at the drive-
in. There had been far to much kissing to pay any attention at all.
They certainly fogged up the windows of Tommy's car that night.
And now as the fiery memory gave Kim reason enough to nibble her
bottom lip and smile she couldn't help but to wish Tommy was with her
now. Minus the lovemaking they've both agreed to wait on his presence
was something she found herself desiring all the time. Work was work
and very different than having him at her home if for no other reason
but to curl up next to him on the couch and watch TV.
Her parents and his were happy to hear about their reunion,
especially after having expected it ever since they became business
partners. And despite the hell Aisha and Trini put Kim through the
night she told them she sent Tommy home and they asked her repeatedly
if she was doing drugs, they were as supportive as all of their
friends. Even Katherine called her to dish gossip and wish her well,
as well as offer an invite to her wedding.
Things were definitely falling into place as far as her personal life
was concerned. Amazingly hopeful best described it.
Having soaked long enough, Kim climbed out of the tub and grabbed the
Egyptian terry-cloth towel off the wall mounted rack. After drying
off she felt so good she indulged herself in her favorite feminine
rituals before pulling on her thick cotton Kimono robe. Its luxurious
softness coupled with matching slippers made for a cute picture in
her bathroom mirror.
"So that's what I look like when I'm in love," she whispered to
herself by candlelight and smiled. "Not bad."
With her hair still pinned up she blew out the candles, let the water
out of her tub and exited the bathroom feeling a world better than
when she had gone in. Only the offending noise of her phone ringing
drew her ire. She reached her bedroom in a short stride and grabbed
the cordless phone before looking at the Caller-ID. "Whoever this is
calling me after midnight had better be in jail, dying, or my mother
because she lives overseas. Otherwise you're getting hung up on."
All annoyance instantly faded away when his sexy voice spoke to her.
She gingerly walked backward until her legs hit the bed and then sat
down on the edge wearing a sudden blush on her face. "I didn't expect
to hear from you tonight," she replied after being caught off
guard. "I thought your flight wasn't arriving until 2:00 AM?" Her
eyes darted toward the wall mounted clock in the corner. "It's just
"I was luckily able to catch an earlier flight at the very last
minute." Tommy sighed into the receiver, "I miss you."
Someday he might know how much those words meant to her, but for the
she moment closed her eyes and breathed it all in. "I miss you too.
And I'm sure you're exhausted from jet lag?"
"Exhausted and starving. I missed dinner and refused to eat any
airline food after I got sick the last time I did. All I've eaten in
the last several hours was a bag of Cool Ranch Dorito's." Despite the
long flight and how late it was the sound of her gentle laughter made
everything worthwhile. "How are you tonight?"
"Soft and wet," escaped her lips in a naughtier tone than she had
intended. His silence and then subtle groan caused her legs to cross.
It was as if she could feel his eyes roaming all over her body from
miles away. "Before your mind travels any farther into the gutter I'd
like to add that I just got out of the bathtub."
"That's still a gorgeous mental picture." Tommy's subconscious
tortured him with faint images of her slender, toned form surrounded
by steaming water, her pretty brown eyes shut, hopefully thinking of
him. "What are you wearing?"
While slipping on her old maroon 'Angel Grove High Gymnastics Team' t-
shirt and equally aged plaid pajama pants she replied, "Just a pair
of lacy red Victoria's Secrets panties and a smile all for you."
Yeah, he definitely liked that. She imagined him swallowing hard at
the thought. She was so intoxicated by this man that even the sound
of his breathing turned her on. "So what are you wearing hot-shot?"
"Nothing nearly as sexy, I assure you," he yawned into his cell
phone. "How was work today?"
Falling back on her bed, Kim stretched out in a most relaxed
pose. "We picked up four new students from the same family today. One
boy and girl signed up for your junior martial arts afternoon classes
while their sisters took my beginners gymnastics course." She
continued, "As for your gossip interests, Jenny and Craig seem to be
dating behind the scenes, but it doesn't look like it's effecting
their work. I'm going to keep an eye on them. You know how Craig goes
through girls and I don't think Jenny's done much dating."
"Inter-office romances," he joked while thinking of more than the two
teachers they employ. "However do they happen?"
"I have no idea. And when I have no idea how to answer a question I
blame men. It's a safe bet you guys are the culprit for most of the
unanswerable questions in the world."
Kim's whimsical view of the Y chromosome never ceased to amuse
him. "You are so lucky I love you."
Kimberly knew that she was. "How was the convention?"
"Overall it was great, but then again I'm a total geek for martial
arts. I participated in six workshops and had a chance to talk to
some of the best instructors in the country. They gave me some really
good tips and new techniques for training. All in all it would have
been a great vacation if you were with me."
"I doubt you would have gotten as much done if I were there."
"Yeah..." her sensual implication was understood loud and clear.
Despite their agreement to wait on making love that didn't make the
wait any easier or the desire any less potent. "I forgot to ask you
last night how the interviews went for the women's self-defense
"I interviewed five women and two men, but the standout was Felicia
Harper. She's a former Stone Canyon police officer who broke her hip
in the line of duty. She presented herself very well and had the kind
of background we were looking for. When you get a look at her resume
I think you'll want to hire her."
Try as he might, Tommy just wasn't able to focus on shop talk. "Where
"In bed," she told him exactly what she knew he wanted to her.
Exactly where she wished he was as well. "Where do you want me to be?"
"Next to me."
"Sorry you can't have that right now, but I could write you a nice
letter or something?"
"What is it with you and letters?" he laughed at her off-hand
comment. "I never seem to get good ones from you."
"I promise from now on they'll all be good ones."
"I'm going to hold you to that promise." God, he missed her so much
his hands were trembling. Five days away from her and he's craving
her like an addict needing his next fix. "What would you do if I were
lying next to you right now?"
While resting her head back on her pillow, Kim thought over his most
interesting question and gave him the answer of a lifetime. "I would
start out by slowly undressing you to make you perfectly comfortable.
Then I would lay you down naked on my bed and give you a long, slow
full body massage. Once that put you to sleep I would go into my
kitchen and cook you the most delicious meaty lasagna you have ever
eaten from scratch. After serving it to you while sitting on your lap
I would descend to the floor and give you the absolute best blow job
of your entire life and then after swallowing I would suck you off
again just because I love you so much."
Tommy didn't say one single, solitary word.
Feeling quite triumphant, Kim knew she had decisively won that round
of teasing banter... until she heard knocking at her front
door. "Hold on, Tommy. Someone's here." She walked through her
apartment into her living room and then peeked though the
keyhole. "Oh God... You jerk!"
"Just open the door, Beautiful. And by the way, I love lasagna."
Running like a bat out of hell, Kim dashed back to her bedroom while
frantically taking her hair down and brushing it, then popped 4 Ice
Breakers Peppermint Splash mints in her mouth and prayed that her
makeup-less state wouldn't send him running in the other direction
from her. She grabbed a bottle of body spray and almost blinded
herself when she tried to spray it on to fast. She narrowly averted
tripping over a shoe on the floor. Feeling as presentable as possible
in sixty seconds flat she ran into the living room and swung the door
open only to be dashed off her feet and swept into a deliriously
She was in his arms again and that was all that mattered in the
world. With his arms wrapped tight around her waist he held her snug
to his chest and kissed away the memory of every night they've spent
apart. Her tongue tasted like cool peppermint as the heat of their
long, soulful kiss drove him mad with desire. The little sounds she
made as he devoured her sweet mouth tore at his resolve to not have
his way with her right here and now.
Pure heaven lived in his warm embrace as Kim lost her mind while
drowning in his hungry kiss. Her feet literally dangled off the
ground, but she didn't mind at all. Tommy had that kind of effect on
her. She sucked and nibbled on his tongue while crashing her lips
against his until the heat of his throbbing erection pressed against
her belly sent her nervous system into overdrive.
They were essentially eating each others mouths...
Home. He was finally home. Kim thought it over and over. Tommy did as
well. Their kiss broke only when the need for oxygen became to great
and even then he couldn't let her go. Would never let her go again.
Lord knows she didn't want to be anywhere else on Earth but in his
"Can I," Tommy panted before pressing a kiss to her forehead, "Can I
assume your lacy Victoria's Secret panties are on under those faded
plaid pajama pants?"
She smiled against his throat, just breathing in the heady scent of
him. "Sorry, no panties tonight." His low growl made her bite his
neck and then they were kissing again and again until she finally
pulled her lips from his to gaze into his eyes. "I thought you went
Her heart melted that very instant. She was home to him now and she
had never felt so humbled before. "That was a pretty good line."
"I thought so," he smiled bright.
Kim hugged him again and then backed out of his arms. "Where are your
"In my car."
"You do realize you're spending the night, right?"
"On the couch?"
"In bed with me. Now can you handle that?"
"I can handle anything you dish out."
"I'll keep that in mind." Kim reached for his hand and led him into
her kitchen, flipping a light switch along the way. "Take a seat.
I'll make you a sandwich."
Rounding her kitchen table, he sat in the nearest chair. "It's late,
Kim. You don't have too."
"Honey, its no problem. Sit," she affectionately ordered.
It took a moment for him to realize that he had a honey again.
Someone who'd go out of their way like making him a sandwich after
midnight just because she loved him. At every turn she charmed him
utterly. "Thank you."
"It's no big deal." Rummaging through her refrigerator, Kim found
some Deli-thin sliced honey hand and turkey breast. A couple of
slices of cheese, some lettuce, tomato and mayo sealed the deal. She
whipped together what she proudly deemed an 'epic' sandwich. Adding
her last slice of fudge cake and a cold glass of milk finished things
"This should tide you over until breakfast. And don't expect me to
get up early and cook it for you. You will get up early and go buy it
for me," Kim warned him playfully while siting the plate down in
front of him.
The sandwich looked delicious and after taking the first bite he was
pleased to report it tasted just as good. "Marry me?"
"Mean it," she challenged him wearing a seductive smile and then took
the chair beside him. He ate quietly as their exchange hung in the
air between them. Talking about marriage was insane and far to soon
for their recent reunion, though both felt fate just might be leading
them towards a forever kind of commitment. For now it was enough to
know that neither seemed to mind the concept. "Can I take it that you
like your sandwich?"
"I love it," he assured her before while downing the glass of
milk. "And I love you."
She gently squeezed his thigh. "I know."
With most of the sandwich gone, Tommy found himself gazing at her out
the corner of his eye. "The hem of that shirt has a hole in it," he
pointed out. She gave him the middle finger in reply. "And the
lettering is fading."
"Its almost twelve years old, its comfortable and still fits. Its a
perfect shirt to sleep in," Kim defended herself.
"It looks great on you."
"So you're into girls who wear shirts they wore in high school?" His
hands reached for hers and pulled until she stood and then slid over
onto his lap, now snuggled solid against his side with an arm around
"I'm into you."
"Not yet, but soon," she whispered before she brushed a soft kiss
over his lips. "Do you have any clue how lucky you are, Mr. Oliver?"
"I haven't made a sandwich for anyone over the age of eight in five
years. My sandwich making skills must still kick ass."
"What other skills do you posses, Ms. Hart?" She leaned over and
grabbed the fork next to his plate, cut a piece of the fudge cake and
brought it to his lips. He ate it and even sucked on the end of the
"I bake. It started in college and is a very long story I'll tell you
about some other time that may or may not include recreational
narcotics and brownies. But trust me, I bake."
Removing the fork from her fingers, Tommy cupped the side of her face
and drew her to his lips, kissing her deeply until nothing mattered
but being together again. She felt perfect in his arms, as if she
were meant for him alone. He suddenly couldn't fathom being without
her again. And so he pledged heart and soul to make sure she knew how
dearly loved she was from now on.
"Thank you, again. The sandwich was just what I needed. You saved
your starving boyfriend." At the mere mention of their new status
Tommy was captivated by the luminous smile she wore.
"You're welcome." She recognized how tired he was and she was
becoming sleepy as well. He was home and with her so all was right in
her little world. "I'd love to hear more about your convention but
I'd hate to fall asleep in your lap. Not to mention even sitting here
feels like I'm setting feminism back twenty years."
Her quirky sense of humor was one of her best traits. "I'll tell you
all about it in the morning. For now we should get some sleep. And if
you want next time I'll sit in your lap."
"Whatever," she laughed when she slipped off his thighs, still
holding his hand, and drug him out of the kitchen towards her
bedroom. "I'm a very clean person and usually don't leave plates on
the table, but right now I just want to sleep next to you and don't
care. My mother would have a heart attack if she knew I left food
"Mine too. I'd never hear the end of it," he yawned upon reaching her
bed. The sensual feel of her fingers digging his shirt from out of
his pants and then unbuttoning it stirred something so powerful
inside him. This was what it was like to come home to someone. This
was what it was like to have someone to come home too.
She undressed him down to his boxers, taking extra special time to
touch him wherever she chose. They stole kisses the whole time before
climbing in under the covers. Everything felt very normal all of a
sudden, as if the simple pleasure of lying next to the one you love
was good enough. Was fulfilling and special enough to make you
realize you had everything that you needed.
They weren't rich and they probably never would be.
They weren't famous and had no interest in it.
They weren't the most attractive people in the world, or the most
But they're in love and that was all that mattered at the end of the
As a beautiful new day dawned the very first thing Tommy's sleepy
brown eyes saw when they slowly opened was the lovely sight of
Kimberly sleeping peacefully beside him. It took a few moments for
him to realize he wasn't dreaming as the steady rise and fall of her
back signaled this was all too
real and so perfect. He gazed at her until he came fully awake as a
feeling of genuine joy swept over him.
So this was what waking up next to her felt like, Tommy mused behind
a soft yawn.
She slept on her stomach just the same way he did and that small,
unimportant detail for some strange reason stirred something warm
inside him. Even with her bed-hair he admired her with adoring eyes,
watching protectively over every precious breath she took.
He loves her.
The single most powerful force within him was that absolute truth. He
loved her passionately and with all his heart and soul. The reasons
why were mature and far beyond that she was such an amazing and sexy
woman. She was spectacular woman period, and that in itself called
out to him. She was sweet and quirky and even a bit of a brat at
times, though loved every shade of her. Even her flaws as he had many
himself and that only made him see her spirit all the more clearly.
The sum of her worth to him was the whole universe and everything in
existence. And to think she'd accomplished that in only three short
weeks humbled him in some deeply profound way.
The black leather-bound journal Kim cherished that her mom bought for
her in France two years ago when she began writing songs again
resided on the nightstand by the bed. She often spoke of inspiration
hitting her at the oddest times, even in the middle of the night, and
so she kept it by her bed just in case she needed to write something
down before she forgot it. Resting against a small gold lamp was her
pearly M&M candy dish. Possessing a legendary sweet tooth required
sustenance within arms reach as well.
Thankfully, Kim didn't snore either. That was yet another thing about
her Tommy was pleased to realize. With his head resting on top of his
arm, he allowed the quiet to settle in around him, his thoughts light
and lazy while lying beside the love of his life. There was nothing
remarkable about today. There was no anniversary or anything special
attached to July 13. This Saturday morning was the same as any other,
although it wasn't.
For once Tommy didn't wake up alone and that in itself erased the
loneliness that had begun to choke his heart in recent years. Someone
who loved him like crazy slept so close he could bend over slightly
and kiss her sweet lips. With no road map or psychic premonition for
a future with Kim he found the journey ahead of them something
thrilling to look forward too.
And he simply loved her so much it hurt. That mere thought sounded
overly dramatic in his mind and far from the kind of thing he would
say to her, but the feeling behind the words were sincere. She owned
his soul and that was all there was to it.
Finally he'd be attending family get-together' s with someone special
in his life. Going home now meant someone was there waiting for him
or coming with him. Now there was a warm, soft body for him to hold
and caress at night. Love making on a whim... No matter all his
professional accomplishments his personal life often resembled a
barren desert and since he was never the type of guy to bed girl
after girl as often as possible the notion that something was missing
never left him.
Now he knows what was missing. Or more importantly, who.
Kim appeared smaller to him as she slept half-biting her pillow.
Tommy ran a gentle hand over her head and then tucked some of her
hair behind her ear. So trusting that she was safe and loved she
didn't move a muscle. Knowing that inspired him in a way he had long
ago thought was lost forever. It was easy to get used to whatever
life you were living no matter how unfulfilling it was. Work, stress,
money, and family issues often left little time to hammer out the
kinks of your personal life, if you had one at all.
Settling for the status quo was far easier than reaching for that
elusive brass ring. Especially when you've been hurt before.
Kimberly's 'Dear John' letter, as painful as it was at the time he
received it had nothing on Katherine's teary goodbye while leaving
him to pursue a life she felt was waiting for her overseas because
Tommy was an adult at the time. He understood love, relationships,
and the balancing act of life far more than he did at age seventeen.
Only in hindsight could he see that he had to live through both
excruciating experiences to reach this place in his life now.
The appreciation he had for being able to wake up next to his one
true love... to know that her heart was his again... there's a
renewed dedication in his soul to make this relationship work by
doing the very best that he can.
Kim will never, ever want for love because she has all of his. She
has him. Whatever he was, is today or might someday become is laid at
her feet. She has him utterly and he wouldn't have it any other way.
As fairy tale-ish as was to wake someone up with a kiss, Tommy
thought the sentiment of their first morning together in over ten
years deserved a slightly over the top romantic gesture. However,
morning breath was neither romantic nor a good gesture. Contrary to
most romance novels where no one ever has bad morning breath or to
pee, he did and does.
Sliding as smoothly as he could away from her and out of bed, Tommy
pushed the comforter back over her and then set off for the bathroom.
"If you use my toothbrush I will kill you," Kim offered in a sleepy
tone of voice that betrayed a certain amount of amusement. "And don't
think I wouldn't know. I would know. Women can tell those things.
That's why PMS and ESP sound so much alike."
Arms crossing his chest, Tommy's found her very awake matching pair
trained on him. "And to think I thought you were still asleep."
"I actually woke up about an hour ago. I brushed my teeth, peed, and
even checked my email."
Tommy knew he couldn't have missed all of that. "I don't believe you.
I couldn't of slept through you getting out of bed and then back in."
"I still posses all of my vaunted old-school ninja skills, Tommy.
Plus you're a guy. You sleep like a log. You wouldn't of known a
thing if I started playing the drums in here."
"For saying that I'm going to use your tooth brush on purpose."
"You wouldn't do that to your Beautiful," she teased her reclaimed
place in his heart, enjoying the way he tried his best not to smile
and then failed miserably. "The sooner you have fresh breath the
sooner you can kiss me. So run."
Shaking his head the whole way, Tommy left her behind while feeling
happier than he could remember feeling in years.
"THE EXTRA TOOTHBRUSHES ARE IN THE MEDICINE CABINET. THE MIDOL'S IN
THERE TO IF YOU NEED ONE!"
He thought of shouting back at her, something playfully biting, but
declined. She'd get hers when he got back to bed soon enough. For now
he attended to the business of his bladder, brushed his teeth with
her spare tooth brush, and took a good long look at himself in the
Not bad for this early in the morning. He actually looked happy.
Meanwhile, Kim found herself sitting up staring straight ahead at the
place he vacated. The same way he had, she'd taken her time to absorb
his presence in her life again by watching over him while he slept.
As the minutes passed she found herself so smitten she even kissed
his cheek a couple of times. He probably won't remember it and she
wasn't opposed to keeping it that way. Her normally cynical self
detested the sappier displays of affection and love. But she reasoned
that side of her was also used to waking up alone with no one to
love. And if anyone deserved indulging in the lighter side of romance
it was her. After dating 'Mr. Jackass', 'Mr. Jerk', 'Mr. Married And
Didn't Mention It', as well as 'Mr. I Don't Believe In Monogamy' she
intended to enjoy every moment she spent with Mr. Right.
And there he was, methodically approaching the bed looking oh so
good. His physique was composed of all chiseled muscles and
gorgeousness. He slid beneath the comforter, slowly covering her body
before hungrily capturing her softly parted lips. His body pressed
down on hers so deliciously she whimpered in his mouth. Her tongue
curled around his in smooth strokes, loving the way he kissed her
with such longing desire. The heat of his hard erection pressed hot
against her center, setting ablaze every nerve ending in her body.
Before he lost all control Tommy somehow found the resolve the drag
his mouth from hers, now gazing into her darkened eyes. Then as if
both understood a universal truth they alone shared, they looked up
at the painting hung over her bed.
"So, uhm..." Kim attempted to say as her voice cracked a bit shaky.
With her heart beating a tribal drum inside her chest she licker her
lips, smiling when his throat constricted in a tense swallow. "Good
morning. Wanna bone?"
"Good morning and no," Tommy answered and then covered her mouth
again, his strong body aligned perfectly between her slender, toned
thighs. "I want to make love to you."
Her small hand snaked down between them, grasping his hard, throbbing
cock through his boxers. "I can feel that." A husky moan escaped her
lips when his descended upon her neck, covering it with moist
heat. "I want you, Tommy... God, I want you so bad."
"I love you." The most sincere truth of his life, conveyed only to
her. The same was reflected back in her passionate gaze. "I love you
Removing her hand from between his legs, Kim quickly grabbed the hem
of her shirt and then tore it up and off of her. She laid back down,
nervously awaiting his appraisal of her nude form despite havimg seen
it before. No verbal reaction came save the sweet oblivion of his
mouth covering a nipple with smothering need, drawing on it so deeply
the sensations caused her back arch sharply beneath him.
Mewling softly below him, the sounds she made hardened his already
aching cock. Having such access to her body was a fantasy born into
reality as his tongue slithered all around the pebbled brown tip,
slicking it with saliva before gently sinking his teeth into it.
"Uhhnnn..." escaped Kim's throat in a desperate groan as the
decadence of his mouth devouring her nipple escalated when he dove
after the other, flicking his tongue over the complete slope of her
breast before fastening his lips around the tip. His large hand
firmly cupped and squeezed her other breast while his mouth paid
homage to her nipple.
"Feels so good." Kim swore she saw stars from this alone. Having his
hands roaming all over her body was all she'd thought about the past
couple of weeks. His touch carried with it such pure need she could
scarcely believe it. Her inner depths grew juicy in need to be filled
at long last.
While sampling the luscious curve of her breast the feel of her
writhing body under him was evidence of how much more she needed.
Lifting his head from her chest, Tommy stared at the rosy flush that
fell over Kim's lovely face. His hands trailed down the sides of her
body until he found the edge of her pajama's and slowly drew them
down her hips. Not for a moment did his eyes leave hers as he
descended her figure, so heady was the glory of her aroused
The moment his mouth collided with her quivering belly she exhaled a
husky breath, her back lifting off the bed with every kiss he planted
down her stomach until he gently parted her thighs, the heat of his
breath blustering over her sensitive womanhood. She found that the
blinding sight of him glaring so hungrily at her center left her
lightheaded and speechless.
"I've wanted to taste you for years.'
It was nice while it lasted but Kimberly's mind simply faded away
when his tongue slathered a long, wet lick over her mound, and then
another and another until her breathing grew heavy. He suckled the
velvety soft petals of her labia to the tune of her silent, feverish
pleas before sinking his teeth in her inner thighs. High off raw
desire, the result of which saw her clawing at the mattress before
her right hand found the back of his head, holding him tightly
against the part of her he was eating like a ripe piece of fruit. Her
nipples drew tighter as the air filled with her sensuous moaning.
Lazy strokes of his tongue lifted her higher, and then ever so often
he'd vigorously drag the organ over her pulsing clit, causing her to
God, she tasted so divine to him.
The strength of her trembling thighs wrapped around his head turned
Tommy on nearly as much the delicious flavor of her wetness. Dipping
low, his tongue slithered inside her, lapping slowly as she began
rhythmically pumping her hips toward his greedy mouth. Her nails
raked over his scalp almost painfully when he began nibbling her
tender clit while a free hand firmly cupped her round backside. The
downy soft curls surrounding her pussy bristled next to his face each
time her hips rose. Covering her with his mouth, he suckled the whole
of her until she rocked over onto her side. Feeling her body shaking
all over signaled how near her climax was as he sought to push her
clear over the edge.
Fiery bursts of pleasure roared through Kim's body like an out of
control freight train as her eyes shut when the sucking on her clit
violent. Uncontrollably, she pumped her hips so hard against his face
and climaxed in rolling waves of incredibly wet sensations. The sound
of him munching on her so decadently coupled with the way his upper
body held her down amplified the jolting spasms rocking her body.
Her reaction snapped a part of Tommy's mind that now needed to see
her that way as often as possible. Nothing would ever compare to the
sheer sight of her climaxing in his mouth. Nothing except what they
were about to do next.
Catching her breath was Kim's new goal in life once he rested his
damp face against her inner thigh, breathing hot against her flesh,
gasping for air. The last time a man had gone down on her was a
laughable excuse of an attempt. With Tommy it was a goddamn
revelation. "You're amazing," she panted. "You should have to
register your tongue as a lethal weapon."
Her compliment was greatly appreciated as he slowly kissed his way
back up her quivering body. "I have," he began around her
naval, "Wanted to," he whispered kisses over her ribs and up her
chest, "Do that to you for so many years."
"I promise you won't have to wait that long ever again." Blinking her
eyes when he came over her again, she watched him remove the last of
his clothing, fully revealing that absolutely gorgeous body of his to
her for the first time in what seemed like forever.
"I need you," she pleaded warmth against his lips and then lifted her
head to capture him in a frantic kiss that saw his hips dip low
between her thighs, and with s subtle shift press the head of his
shaft at her moist entrance. "Please," was all that she could say
before his lips crushed to hers upon pushing slowly inside. Muscles
far out of practice screamed in protest despite the gentle sawing
motions spreading her tender flesh.
Her hands grabbed at his forearms, nails digging into his skin each
time he journeyed deeper. Pain/bliss awakened every nerve ending in
her body as she began to take him with ease, all the while loving him
for his restraint... loving the contorted face of pure pleasure he
wore above her... loving the way he stretched her tightness so
deliciously. Everywhere their skin touched boiled the very blood in
her veins. "You feel so good, Tommy."
"Love you," he barely managed to convey, eyes shut as the warm,
velvety soft sheath of her body embraced him in the most intimate way
imaginable. Nirvana lived within her as the pulling sensation
encompassing his cock left him in a fit of incoherent husky moaning.
She felt so small and soft beneath him, drawing forth every Cave-Man
mentality he had. The desperation in which he fought off the urge to
fuck her savagely was overcome by the deeply intimate knowledge that
he was making love to her and she wanted it more than anything else
in the world.
"Oh God, don't stop. Please don't stop..."
"I want you... I want you so bad."
"You have me. I'm yours."
They settled into a steady, powerful rhythm of push and pull. Gasps
roared from Kimberly's throat each time he bottomed out inside her,
hitting that precious sweet spot better than anyone ever had before.
The feel of his strong body heaving over her was so feminine in
nature as she clung to him.
Dying by way of the exquisite tightness wrapped around him, Tommy
delved time after time between her thighs while devouring her sweet,
lips. The sensual sounds she made tore his mind apart, shattering his
subconscious as their bodies collided in loud smacks of flesh. Her
hands ghosted up and down his spine before settling on the muscular
globes of his ass, squeezing them in time with his deep thrusts. Her
tensing inner muscles milked his throbbing cock as the slow grinding
glides in and out of her culminated with a matching thrust of her
Kim reeled from the passionate sensations coursing through her.
Nothing had ever felt as good as having him buried so deeply inside
her body, claiming her as his and his alone. The hoarse grunts he
made matched her own wild groans as they suddenly picked up a
feverish pace, no longer able to draw things out at a methodical
When she cried out loudly, her sharp nails digging into the sweaty
flesh of his back Tommy began fucking her with a fiery lust he had no
control over, surging toward her imminent release. Her thighs lifted,
her heels crossed over his lower back as she gave as good as she got,
hunching her hips aggressively with him as their furious tempo
reached its crescendo and she cried out in unashamed glory, clawing
at his shoulders while coming so damn hard, bathing his shaft with
her liquid essence.
A deep pulsing inside her came just before her name escaped his lips
in a litany of desperate moans as her body devoured his warm essence
in powerful bursts... every single drop until she had drained him of
all that he was, now lying slumped over her... exhausted, sated, and
lying in her arms so deeply in love he couldn't see straight.
Turning their heads slowly, their lips played against each other
before evolving into a deep French kiss as they remained connected as
physically as they were by the soul. Perspiration trickled down his
body over hers as they struggled for breaths between kisses, so
unable to relinquish the other for even a fraction of a second.
With tender care Kimberly caressed his face, humbled by the absolute
love shone in his eyes. His brilliant smile was fast contagious as
she soon wore the same. "Marry me?"
"How would I know you weren't just marrying me for my sexual
prowess?" he beamed at her with a laugh.
"Because you know my heart. And you know it beats only for you."
The meaningful kiss he pressed to her lips whispered of a someday
promise made behind the veil of playful questions about forever. "I
won't live without you again."
"Good, because I'll never let you go again." Slow to build, his
erection began to harden again inside her and before long they were
swaying once more, utterly lost in each other...