Imagine Tom letting slip that the two of you got married. You just got back from a vacation to the French Riviera, where you had secretly eloped. You
both knew what everyone would say – it’s too soon! they barely know each
other! – which is why you agreed to keep it a secret for now. But Tom was
just too excited. In his first public engagement since the wedding, he gushes about the beautiful day, your stunning gown, and the pure romance of it all. He’s just so proud to call you his wife, he couldn’t go another day without telling the world.
Imagine Tom whisking you away to the French Riviera. The two of you just have to get away – ever since you caught the bouquet at your best friend’s wedding, rumors have been swirling of your impending engagement. After spending a few days amongst the stunning waters of St. Tropez, no paparazzi in sight, the two of you decide to get married in a secret sunset ceremony. You don’t have any friends or family with you – you don’t even have rings – but you have your husband, and the most romantic little secret you’ve ever kept.
Imagine waking up next to Tom. As you slowly drift into consciousness, you feel his arm thrown over your waist, holding you tight to his chest. You take a deep breath and open your eyes as he nuzzles up to your ear and gently kisses your neck. You both have a busy day ahead of you, but you can’t help but take a minute to enjoy waking up in the arms of the man you love, his legs intertwined with your own. You reluctantly push the covers back and go to make coffee while Tom rubs the sleep from his eyes, slowly making his start to the day.
Imagine Tom surprising you with a weekend getaway. Out of the blue, he calls you to meet him downstairs at his car, where he’s waiting with a suitcase full of clothes and swimsuits that are just your size. He drives down to the coast with the top down until you arrive at a beautiful waterfront resort. He tosses the luggage in the room and tells you to get changed because he can’t wait another minute to jump into the sparkling blue water with you.
Imagine seeing Tom on his first trip home in many years. The two of you dated in high school, but broke up when he moved away for college. You, on the other hand, never left – and never forgot your first love. He sees you walking around town and invites you out for coffee to catch up, but neither of you are sure what to say. Finally, he admits he regrets leaving you. Even with everything he’s accomplished in life, he wishes he could trade it all to go back and be with you.
Imagine meeting up with your long-time internet friend. You met years and years ago in an AOL chat room, and have since escalated to texting and phone calls, but never finding the time to meet in-person. As you sit in his hotel lobby, waiting to finally lay eyes on this sweet, thoughtful person you’ve come to adore, you see Tom walk through the doors. You can’t believe your luck – what are the chances Tom Hiddleston himself finds his way to your hometown? That’s when he spots you, wearing the polka dot red dress you talked about so many times. He saunters over to you, flashing his movie star smile when he sees the shocked look on your face. Before you can even fathom what you could possibly say to him, he tells you the reason he’s finally come; he needs a date to his best friend’s wedding, and he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather be with than you.
Surrounded by piles of bridal photos and magazines, you sat at the dining room table, completely overwhelmed. You’d been looking at gowns of all styles, shapes, and colors for hours – mermaid and A-line, ivory and blush; there were simply too many options. This was usually when Thomas would swoop in, remarking how much he liked one of the options, and the decision was made. But you wanted the dress to be a surprise.
“Because this is the last wedding gown I’m ever going to wear, Mr. Hiddleston,” you said to the empty room. Suddenly remembering you had a lunch date with your
fiancé, you looked down at your diamond encrusted watch to see that you were late. “Oh, shit.”
You dumped a few magazines into your oversized bag, slipping into a pair of matching Louboutin pumps. Heading out the door, you sent a text to Thomas as the elevator carried you downstairs.
{On my way!! Distracted by a pile of gowns.}
{I’m sure whatever you choose will look lovely on the floor of our honeymoon suite.}
You arrived at Thomas’s office, strutting through the door. As soon as you realized the reception area was completely empty, an idea occurred to you. You unbuttoned your silk top, baring your black lace bra. With your hand on the doorknob, you took a deep breath in as you pushed the door wide open, striking a pose in the door frame.
“Hello, lover.”
It was only then that you noticed Thomas’s assistant sitting across the desk from him, getting redder by the second. You rushed to close your top as Thomas tried to hide his laughter.
“Are you speaking to me or Miss Trevor?” he spoke between giggles.
“Thomas, really!” you said as his assistant tried to squeeze past you in the doorway, desperate to leave the room. “Please don’t go. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine, really! We were finished,” she said, closing the door in a hurry.
You turn to Thomas, whose head was still in his hands, trying to hide his laughter. “It’s not funny!”
“On the contrary, my love. You always make an impression,” he said, finally composing himself enough to stand and pull out a chair for you. “Actually, it was probably good that this happened.”
You couldn’t possibly fathom how anything even remotely positive could come from your own embarrassment. “Care to explain?”
“Well, Clara has always been a bit frightened of you.” A puzzled look fell over your face. “My assistant…” Thomas added. “You’ve been here how many times and you don’t even know her name?”
“Well! She’s so quiet. She practically runs away every time I’m here,” you said, motioning to what just happened in the doorway.
“Maybe she didn’t like your bra,” Thomas teased. “You know, she could probably help us out with some wedding planning. She’s truly remarkable when it comes to research. I could tell her what we’re looking for in a venue, and she could find it within the hour.”
“Really?” Your interest was piqued. Everything had been going to smoothly until you and Thomas started looking for a venue. It didn’t help that you weren’t exactly sure what you even wanted. “Do you think she would?”
“I don’t see why not. You don’t want to hire a wedding planner, so maybe this could be a solution. Just a little help when necessary.”
“I told you, Thomas, I’m not handing our day over to anyone. It’s what I’ve always done in the past, but I want to be more involved this time.” You weren’t a superstitious woman, but if three weddings coordinated by event planners had ended in divorce, you were willing to do the work yourself if it meant you and Thomas could live happily ever after. “I have to admit, I could use the help, though.”
“Why don’t you go to lunch together? I have some briefings to catch up on before my appointments this afternoon anyway. Get to know each other, talk about the wedding, see how it goes,” he said, reaching into his wallet.
“But I was looking forward to lunch with you,” you said, taking the credit card from Thomas’s grasp as you sat down on his lap. You took his curls between your fingers, expressing your displeasure with a firm tug.
“You better go before I have you right here on my desk,” said Thomas.
“Yes, sir,” you whispered into his ear before setting off for the door. Looking back, you saw Thomas licking his lips, watching your every move. You strolled to the door, swaying your hips along the way. With a wink and a kiss, you were gone.
You sat on your balcony, sipping a glass of merlot as you waited for Thomas to come home. You knew when you left that you’d be in for an interesting night – you had seen that look in his eyes only once before. It had been the start of your longest, most passionate sex to date. Just thinking about it got your heart racing.
{There in 5. Wait for me in the bedroom.}
You tipped your wine glass back as you walked into the apartment. You left the empty glass on the dining room table and undressed, leaving a trail of clothes all the way to the bed. You sat stark naked on the bed as you heard Thomas’s keys in the door. After what felt like an eternity, Thomas sauntered into the bedroom, a glass of ice water in his hand. He placed it on the nightstand before he finally spoke.
“Would you like to try something new tonight?” he asked.
“Of course,” you replied. In the time you’ve been together, Thomas has introduced you to a great number of things you’d never tried before. Indian food. Ice skating. Vibrating panties. The look in his eyes told you this was not the night to be timid.
Never breaking eye contact, Thomas slowly undid his tie. The room was silent save for the faint sound of fabric sliding against itself. Finally, he yanked the tie from around his collar, sending a whipping sound through the air, giving you goosebumps.
“Cover your eyes,” Thomas said, tossing the tie onto your lap. You pick it up, turning over in your hands as you contemplated complying. You could say no. Toss it onto the floor and let him spank you a few times for refusing. You always enjoyed that. What would happen if you put on the blindfold, you didn’t know – but you wanted to.
Carefully, you tie the fabric around your head, knotting it tightly in the back. You listened closely for any clues as to what would come next.
“Lie on your back,” he instructed. You leaned back on your elbows, scooting yourself to the center of the bed. You lay on your back, perfectly still, unsure of what to expect next. Just then, you felt Thomas brush his hand against your thigh. He gently massaged every muscle in each of your legs, the stress of the day slowly melting away. Finally, to your relief, his fingers slipped between your thighs.
“Spread your legs,” said Thomas in a low growl. You did as you were told, sliding your heels across the satin sheets. “Bend your knees. I want to see all of you.”
Your damp skin was cold as your lips spread apart. There was no hiding your desire any longer. Unable to see anything but darkness, your other senses were hyper-aware. The cold air breezing across your center, the subtle scent of Thomas’s cologne, the soft padding of his footsteps to the nightstand to take a drink. Your breath clutched in your chest as you heard him climb onto the bed. You felt the weight of his body pressing into the mattress, yet not so much as a single breath on your skin.
His arms wrap around your thighs as he settles in on his elbows. It took you a moment to comprehend what happened next – a freezing cold surface passed over your labia, sending ice through your veins. Thomas let the cube slide from between his lips onto the top of your mound. You try to wiggle it away, but Thomas was holding you perfectly still. Droplets melted from your warmth, sliding into the folds of your center. That’s when he started to blow – as if the ice-cold water wasn’t chilling enough on its own. Your pearl tingled; your legs quivered.
“Thomas…” you gasped.
His long tongue flickered over your center before replying. “Yes?”
“I’m going to get you back for this,” you said.
“I’m counting on it.” Your words were like fuel on his fire. His appetite was ravenous; he lapped up your desire, savoring the sweet juices. He squeezed tight on your curves every time you let out a moan, leaving marks wherever he touched. He wanted you to wake up tomorrow knowing exactly who you belonged to.
“Thomas, please…” you begged for your release.
Every time he felt you approaching climax, he stopped. The past hour was absolute torture – and you were loving every minute of it.
“Not now, darling,” he said, pulling the tie from your face. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Thomas got to his knees, unbuttoning his shirt before tossing it to the floor. You watch as he undoes his belt, then the button on his pants. He finally reaches the zipper, his solid erection eager to escape. He tried wriggling out of his trousers, but his anticipation got the better of him.
“Oh, fuck it,” he said as he leaned over your body, pressing himself into you. You gasped for air as if you’d been held underwater, finally free. He filled you, consumed you, made you feel whole. You closed your eyes, letting the pleasure spread through your body – but Thomas took your chin in his hand, directing you to face him straight on.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “I want you to look at me while I’m fucking you.”
You did as you were told, not daring to break eye contact for even a moment. He wrapped his arms around your knees, holding you tight as he thrusted hard and slow. You moaned every time he slammed into you, crying out for more as he took his time sliding back out. Then, with a quick jerk of his hips, he’d slam right back in.
Your body writhed with agony. Your hands were everywhere – through your hair, cupping your breasts, tugging on the sheets. Thomas himself was just out of reach, slick with sweat, his curls clinging to his forehead. He looked around, finding the tie he had tossed to the side. He took your wrists into his hands, pinning them above your head as he tied them tightly to the headboard.
“If you want to cum, you’re going to have to earn it.” He kissed your forehead as his pace evened out; he moved to your lips, demanding deep, slow kisses as he swirled his hips into yours. You knew exactly what he wanted; you opened your mouth to him, taking in his warm, slick tongue. You were tempted to bite it, but that was no way to earn your finish.
He kissed longer and deeper as he felt your walls tightening around him. You moaned beneath the pressure of his lips, longing to break free. Finally, your pleasure peaked, your legs shaking against Thomas’s bare, slick torso. He finally pulled away from the kiss, wanting to watch as you come undone – as you screamed his name. You twist and tremble beneath him, warm satisfaction spreading from your curled toes to your limp wrists.
“You’re a very good girl,” Thomas said as he kissed your forehead, still inside you. He released you from the headboard, and not a moment too soon.
“You’re a very bad boy,” you said. You pushed him onto his back, ready to take back your power. Thomas watched as you got to your knees between his legs; you looked directly into his eyes as you took him into your mouth, and this time it was he who didn’t dare look away.
You cover every inch of him, engulfing his length in the warmth of your mouth. A deep, growling moan escaped his throat as he quickly reached the point of no return. His fists closed around the loose sheets, and while you briefly consider denying him his finish, you know he earned it. He always did.
You didn’t leave a trace of his essence behind. You kiss a sweet, slow trail up Thomas’s body, finding your place by his side. You lie next to each other, staring up at the ceiling as your bodies come down from their highs. You looked over at Thomas, watching his chest rise and fall. You glanced further up to see his deep blue eyes staring back at you.
Imagine Tom showing you the town where he grew up. He takes you to all his favorite hangouts, even helping you climb into a tree-house he and his dad built together when he was a boy. He told you stories about hiding out there when his mum was angry with him, and how he loved to play prince charming – rushing in as the valiant knight to save the princess from a fiery dragon. You point out that that’s exactly what he’s done for you – he’s the real-life prince charming who swooped into your life, forever changing it for the better. He takes a moment to compose himself before kissing you, softly and sweetly. You’re his daily reminder that all of his dreams really have come true.
Imagine calling Tom to meet you at your doctor’s office. You have some
news you don’t want to tell him over the phone, so you just tell him to
hurry. In a panic, he rushes over, his heart sick with worry. He bursts
into the room, determined to hold you even after you’ve told him you’re
fine.
Finally, you tap him on the shoulder. “Honey?”
He looks you in the eye as you point to the little monitor in the corner of the room. Slowly, he counts ten little fingers and ten little toes as your sonogram plays across the screen, his eyes welling up with tears.
“I’m going to be a father?”
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Imagine meeting Tom in a coffee shop. At first, you don’t even notice him – you’re too busy studying to notice him smiling at you from across the room. It isn’t until the barista brings you a refill that you even look up.
“I didn’t order this,” you try to tell her, still not looking up from your keyboard.
“It’s from the drop-dead gorgeous man over there,” she tells you, nodding in Tom’s direction.
That’s when you finally lock eyes with him, as a satisfied smile spread across his sculpted face. He’d been trying to catch your attention ever since he walked in; his heart started beating faster from the moment he saw you, and he just couldn’t go about his day until he knew more about you.
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