Thomas Ashley Littleton (suave_thomas) wrote in darker_london, @ 2019-06-17 22:08:00 |
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Current mood: | horny |
Hard, LOL (Thomas, Mary)
The kids were in bed and Stephie was working a late shift, which meant that Thomas and Mary were essentially alone in the house. Thomas had disappeared upstairs to take a shower, and by the time he returned, he found Mary lying on the bed in the guest room, her hand between her legs.
"Ohgi-" Thomas hissed, even though it wasn't actually a word, and he covered his eyes in panic, before feeling utterly ridiculous because Mary was his wife. "Sorry, shit-" He still felt bad for interrupting her. When he lowered his hands, she was sitting on the bed smiling at him.
"It's alright," she reassured him, "I just thought I had more time." She pointed at the towel he had wrapped around his waist. "Which I would have if you'd gotten dressed."
"Uh, I can...go do that if you want to just...finish?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. God he wanted to drop the towel and finish her himself. They had managed to neatly avoid any situations where they might just find themselves here, and now his love for getting around in a towel for as long as possible after a shower had ruined all of that. He hadn't been with Mary in nearly two years now, and it sucked, there was no other word for it. There were perfectly valid reasons as to why, but it still sucked.
"Or you could watch," Mary suggested, her voice thick with lust. Watching wasn't sleeping together, surely. And before he could really consider it, she pulled her top off and tossed it his way. Though he was too busy staring at her breasts like a fucking teenager to even attempt to catch it.
"I uh..." he trailed off then, all ability to form words utterly spent as he watched Mary lean back onto the bed. One of her hands went back between her legs and the other played with her nipples. "Jesus-" It was spellbinding.
Mary let out a moan which was so intoxicating, Thomas had to lean against the wall for support, lest his knees give out. He was transfixed, watching her as she worked herself up, squirming and panting in pleasure.
The fact that he couldn't touch her was pure fucking torture. Yes, torture he had willing taken on, and would continue to, but torture all the same. "Mary," he gasped, and she moaned even louder at the sound of his voice.
"Oh god, Thomas- Say my name again," she panted at him.
He licked his lips and leaned off the wall then, though he didn't actually move any closer. He wasn't entirely sure he would be able to stop himself from joining in if he got closer. "Mary," he purred at her, because if he couldn't touch her, he sure as hell could do this. "My beautiful Mary. I love you so goddamn much."
"Yes, Thomas!" she gasped, arching her hips up into her hand. Thomas found he was actually shaking with the effort it took not to touch her, just a little. He could try to convince himself just touching her a little wasn't sexual, but it was, and his promise to Stephie meant far too much to him to fuck around with it.
Stephie meant too much to him. So he stayed where he was, shaking and transfixed, speaking to Mary about all the things he wanted to do to her, until she climaxed and fell against the mattress, breathing hard, not that she needed to.
Thomas was silent then until Mary flopped her head to the side and grinned at him. "Mmmmm, good voice, you."
"Me?! That was the fucking hottest thing I've seen- I got to uhm-" Thomas pointed at his dick rather indecorously and then he made a wanking gesture. The idea of keeping this tension pent up inside and then going to Stephie felt gross somehow. And oh how there was tension.
"You don't want me to watch?" Mary asked, smirking just a little.
"I think watching me choke it into the shower drain is somehow a lot less alluring than what just happened and we should just treasure this memory without ruining it," Thomas deadpanned, and Mary laughed. Then he stopped joking, "Mary- I- Fuck, I want you so badly." It hurt, god it did, but the idea of hurting Stephie was worse.
"I know," she said soothingly. "Is it safe to hug you?"
"Long as you don't mind getting poked," Thomas nodded, "-this towel doesn't exactly- you know," and Mary didn't laugh like she usually would. Instead she rose and moved to hug him and oh god was he ever keenly aware she was pressed against him topless. His mind was taken over by images of him pressing her up against the wall and fucking her hard, or having her press him to the mattress and fuck him hard-"
"Yeah, okay-" Thomas loosened his hold on her and he backed up. "Sorry, I can't-" Holding her was not making anything better.
"I know it's hard, pardon the phrasing," Mary whispered, moving to fetch her shirt so she didn't torment her husband with the sight of her breasts any longer. "I want you too. It's so hard to-"
"Can we say difficult?" Thomas interrupted to ask, and Mary snorted.
"Right, it's difficult to be around you and not- It's-" She bit her lip and Thomas couldn't stand it any more, she looked so upset.
"Right, okay. I'm going to go...uh, take care of this ridiculous fucking thing, and then you and I are going to hardcore cuddle," he said with a small smile. "With hot chocolate and maybe a movie, okay?"
Mary immediately lit up and grinned, nodding, "that sounds wonderful, Thomas."
"Just...you are so fucking beautiful," he said with a smile, "so breathtaking. I'll be right back, okay. I love you."
"I love you too!" she called after him, though he was already retreating.
God, he had to talk to Stephie.