One Wild Night

"Why do you always do that?" She asked as she turned away from him so he wouldn't perceive her morning breath.

"I've told you it's my favorite way to begin my day. No matter the number of times I see your face in the morning, you look more beautiful each day," Tom said, and she giggled as she tried to sit up when he plucked her nipple.

"I guess you slept well," Lucy said as she folded her hands in front of her to shield her boobs while looking at him.

She noted that unlike the previous day and the couple of days since he got back from his trip, he looked more relaxed now and well-rested.

"Yeah, I did. Did you?" Tom asked, and Lucy gave him a nod.

"I dreamt of the kid. Dawn," Lucy said with a yawn as she stretched out.

"You dreamt of a kid you have not seen and not me who slept beside you?" Tom asked with a mock scowl.

"Of course, you were in the dream too," Lucy assured him, not bothering to tell him that in her dream, they were married, and Dawn was their daughter.

That would sound so ridiculous, especially considering the fact that Dawn was not even his child, to begin with.

"Well, it's funny that I dreamt of the kid too," Tom said with a sigh, and Lucy raised a brow.

"What was the dream about?" She asked with interest, and Tom shrugged.

"She was visiting. I guess this whole stuff got to us too much," Tom said, and Lucy nodded.

"Yeah, it did. I wonder if your parents made up last night," Lucy said thoughtfully.

"Don't worry about them. Let them handle their issue themselves. I don't want to think about last night," Tom said, and Lucy raised a brow.

"Are you sure you don't want to think about last night? Is there no part of it you want to remember?" She asked suggestively, and Tom chuckled.

"You know that's not what I meant. When next would you like to give it a try?" Tom asked, and Lucy giggled.

"I need to work on my self-control first," she said as she got off the bed.

"It's not fun if you are able to control yourself. I liked how you kept ahhing," Tom said with a chuckle, and Lucy giggled.

"Yeah, you liked it because you won't be the one to face the others. Perhaps we should find a similar toy for you. Let's see how well you will like it then," Lucy said as she walked over to the dressing table, not minding that she was completely naked.

She turned to look at Tom when she noticed how silent he was and giggled when she saw that he was trying to sneak up on her.

"We should get ready for work. Today is the show day," she said, reminding Tom about Eric's show with Rebekah.

"Yeah. I also spoke with Barry and Eric last night before joining you at the Den. Everything is in place for today," Tom said as he stood behind her and grabbed her boobs from behind so they were staring at their naked forms.

Lucy's nipples hardened involuntarily when she felt his erection poke into her back, and she moaned softly as Tom's thumb played with her nipples.

"You are turning me into something I don't recognize," she said as she leaned against him and shut her eyes.

"Open your eyes and look into the mirror," Tom urged her softly as his other hand slowly caressed all the way down from her boobs to her abdomen, down to the spot between her thighs.

Lucy opened her gray eyes, which were heavy with desire already, and her breath quickened as she watched Tom in the mirror. Lucy could feel herself getting well already as she held his gaze.

"See how good we look together?" Tom whispered in a husky voice as he hunched a bit so that his lips were at the same level as her ear.

"Don't we look good together?" Tom asked, urging her to answer his question as his finger made contact with her clit, and she gasped softly.

"We do," she said breathlessly.

"Have you ever imagined what our kids would look like?" Tom asked as he slipped two fingers inside her already juicy slit, and Lucy moaned as she arched her back to give him access.

"Have you?" He asked as he kissed her nape.

"Yes," Lucy moaned as she tried to turn to face him, but he held her in place as he continued thrusting in and out of her with his fingers.

"Look at me, Jewel. We are having a conversation," Tom whispered as he licked her ear, and Lucy's legs trembled.

"How am I supposed to think?" Lucy struggled to ask past the fog of lust that had settled on her brain.

"I don't want either of us to think. We think too much. I like this conversation this way," Tom said as he rubbed his cock against her, and Lucy moaned as she rubbed back against him.

"You've imagined what our kids would look like?" He asked again, and she gave him a nod, unable to speak.

"Did you like what you saw?" He asked as he thrust in deeper with his fingers bent upward so he could locate her G-spot.

"Yeaaah," Lucy cried as he made a come gesture inside her.

"So, why do you want to deprive us both of that?" He asked as his other hand went to work on her clit while he kept thrusting inside her with his other fingers.

"Tom..." Lucy cried as her legs began to shake.

"Tell me why, Jewel," Tom said as he held her gaze and watched as she slowly toppled over the edge of pleasure with a loud cry.

As her whole body trembled with the force of her orgasm, Tom slipped his fingers out of her and bent her over so that her elbows rested on the dressing table as he thrust into her from behind.

Lucy cried out loudly as she felt him thrust into her, and it was obvious he was not making love to her this time. They were fucking, and she loved every bit of it.

It didn't take long before she felt another orgasm rack through her body, and as she came, Tom pulled out of her as he also ejaculated, letting the sperm spill on her ass.

Tom leaned over her body as they both panted hard, trying to catch their breath and once they did, Lucy looked at Tom.

"What was that about?" She asked, and Tom grinned.

"Wanted us to start the day on a sexy note," he said with a wink.

"I mean the questions," Lucy said, and Tom shrugged as he kissed her shoulder and stepped away.

"Giving you something to think about. You did say you'd think about it yesterday. Just reminding you not to forget to think about it," Tom said casually, even though it was a topic he really wanted them to have.

Now that he knew she was gradually changing her mind about getting married to him, he wanted to know if that also applied to having kids with him or if she had been joking.

Lucy turned to face him, "I see," she said as she watched him.

"What do you see?" Tom asked, and she shrugged.

"I will think about it, okay?" She said, but Tom eyed her doubtfully.

"For real?" He asked, and she nodded.

"Yeah. Let's not talk about it now, okay? We agreed not to have this discussion until next year, remember?" Lucy said, and Tom nodded.

"Yeah, we did. Sorry. Just wanted to make sure I got a favorable response when the time comes," Tom said, and Lucy smiled.

"I guess this whole stuff has increased your longing for a child," she joked.

"Not just any child. A love child with you. I've always longed for that," Tom said, and Lucy raised a brow.

"A love child? Doesn't that mean a child born to parents who are not married?" She asked, and Tom frowned.

"Well, since you wouldn't marry me, I've decided to settle for that, at least that," Tom said, and she scowled.

"Let's get ready for work so we don't run late," Lucy said, changing the topic since she didn't want to have to tell him all she was thinking now until she was entirely sure.

She glared at Tom when she felt his sperm dripping down her ass, "Why did you do that?" She asked as she tried to turn around to look at it.

"We are going to shower anyway. It's easier to wash it off you than to clean the ground or leave it to the cleaner," Tom said with a wink and whistled happily as he headed for the bathroom, leaving her to follow him.

Even though she was not saying the exact words he wanted to hear yet, it was apparent that she was gradually getting there. That was all that mattered. A year, two years, he could give her all that to make up her mind as long as it yielded the desired result.

"What about Sara? How much longer before she is taken care of?" Lucy asked as she walked into the bathroom, where Tom was already pressing the toothpaste onto their toothbrushes.

"Your plastic aunt, you mean?" Tom asked with a taunting smile, and Lucy giggled.

"Your best friend's mom," Lucy said, and Tom chuckled as he watched her sit on the toilet seat to ease herself.

"Soon enough. Harry wants to be done with her as quickly as he can," Tom said as he began to brush his teeth.

"Yeah, I got that from the way he spoke about her last night," Lucy said as she eased herself, and she blushed in embarrassment when she farted in the process.

"You are so cute," Tom said with a chuckle as she cleaned up and rose to join him after flushing the toilet.

"You are probably the only guy on the planet who thinks watching his girlfriend fart is cute," Lucy said dryly as she took her toothbrush from him and started brushing too.

"Maybe I think so because you're the only girl on the planet who looks cute when she farts. We would never know if other girls look cute because I don't care about them. I only have my eyes on you," Tom said, and Lucy rolled her eyes as she giggled.

"After we've taken care of everything and Harry is back from his vacation, you should apply for leave so we can go on one too," Tom suggested, and Lucy raised a brow.

"Where would you want to go?" She asked, and he shrugged.

"Any place of your choice. Somewhere romantic where I can make love to you under the sunset or at a private beachfront..." Tom said as he trailed a finger down her back, and Lucy giggled.

"Keep doing that, and you are going to turn me into a sex maniac," Lucy threatened.

"Wouldn't be a bad idea. We need to catch up on all the years of sex you missed," Tom said with a wink, and she giggled.

"That's very thoughtful of you. For now, let's just hurry up and get out of the house before the others wake up. I am not ready to face any of them on our way out," Lucy said, and Tom grinned as he cleaned his toothbrush and replaced it on the stand.

He had no doubt that he was going to have a beautiful day today. And even if anything happened to try to upset him, all he would need to do was remember how he had started the day with his Jewel.

"Why are you smiling to yourself?" Lucy asked, and Tom grinned.

"Because I love you."