His other hand tangles his fingers into her dark locks, wrapping around
his hands, in his fingers, while his fingers drag along her back. Tom's
watching her eyes, there's a twinkle in her eyes and he knows what she's
thinking, he can see it. Hell– he can feel it. She's humming inside, and he's
so far deep in that he can't protest against it. That maybe they should sleep.
As if sleep could trump this woman? Not at all.

Rachel's laugh rumbles against his chest, and it's probably the most beautiful
thing that he ever felt. So innocent, and pure. Teeth sink into his skin, causing
him to let out a deep breath, not sure if he would be ready for whatever the
hell she's planning up in that wonderful mind of hers. Her slender fingers are
reaching for her arms, and he lets go of her hair– wiling at her mercy. Even
if her strong arms could never hold him down. He wouldn't burst that bubble.
Not yet, not until he's m a d. The second she shifts against him, he's reacting.
Hips bucking forward, christ.

Mouth falls slack for a moment, absolutely relishing into this sensation.
Yeah, fine. He thinks, eyes open and wide full of passion and desire as
he watches her sit up against him, he wants to move his hand onto her hip.
Won't move it yet. Wondering how long she could last rubbing her sweet
lips against him, making him harder then he'd ever known. It was almost
l. A groan falls out of his mouth, watching the scene against
him.

'Fuck, Rachel.'

XXXXX

She's grinning like Cheshire kitten over him, gripping his wrists tightly.
She wonders how much teasing he can take before he breaks. She would
assume a lot, seems like a guy who has willpower made of steel.They've
managed to keep their hands off each other this long, so she wonders how
long she can play with him before he uses his size and strength to overpower
her. Is it bad that the thought of that only turns her on more?

She moves so slowly, all the way to the base and back up, sliding her
wetness all over him. She lets out a moan at the friction, shuddering, his
cock hitting her clit so perfectly. God she wants him. Not yet, she tells her, soon.

"What do you want?"

She asks him, nips along the long column of his neck, pressing his big
arms further into the mattress.

"Do you want me to ride you? Or would you want to
be on top again? Or do you want to fuck me from behind?"

She finds a soft spot on his neck and sucks hard, before licking to ease any
pain. She repeats on what she can reach, still holding him down. She
moves a breast to his mouth, sliding the nipple against his lips.

"Suck it."

She's demanding, truly playing with him now. She needscontrol. So she'll
take it while she can, until he decides it's his turn. Maybe she'll even object,
but only for the fun of it.

XXXXX

This was pure torture. He wants to touch her, wants to grip some sort
of her skin, anything his hands could touch– he wants to drown in her,
yet her tiny little hands were against his own, in an attempt at trying to
control their situation, as if she had any control over him. She'll let her
have this. She needs it. And it was so sinful. Gritting his jaw tightly,
swallowing thickly as she rubs her folds against his aching cock.

Good god. A jerk of his hips when she reaches the base of him, unable
to control that part of him. His breath is hard, heavy– eyes watching
her sweet heat slide up and down him. His eyes snap up, when she asks
when what he had wanted. So fucking much. He thinks, eyes looking up
at their hands.

A curl of his lips is forming on his cheeks, she was a minx.Tom rolls his
hips, sliding her slick folds against him at her naughty words, cheeks
growing red as the need starts to grow deeper and deeper. He moans
at her tongue against his neck, eyes rolling close for a split second until
he can feel her nipple against his mouth, demanding for him to suck her.
Grinning from ear to ear, eyes on her as he takes her breast into his
mouth, tongue twirling around her nipple.

The whole Rachel being in control was starting to slip, he wasn't going to
last long at all.

XXXXX

Every roll of his hips is breaking her resolve, and now that his mouth
is on her breast, tongue on her nipple, she's questioning why she's
trying to keep him at bay. Her eyes practically roll back in her head,
and she lets out a grateful sigh at the contact, another rush of
wetness between her thighs, coating his length. She tries to clear
her mind, tries to focus only on holding him downand teasinghim.

"Stop moving your hips."

Her demand is soft, but stern. He's gonna push her over the edge if
he doesn't quit and she's not ready yet. She lifts her hips to add to
her demand, stopping their contact completely to make sure he
complies. Hovering over him now, putting more pressure on his
hands, moving her other breast to his mouth, looking for him to
give it the same treatment as the first. Watching him is making it
harder to hold off. She's teasing herself as much as she's teasing
him, it seems. That damn smile on his face makes her weak and
yet makes her want to keep playing with him. torturing him.

"You didn't answer me."

She taunts him, moving her hips higher in the air, though it's really
the last thing she wants deep down. She removes her nipple from
his mouth and drops her own mouth to his chest, sinking her teeth
into his pec just lightly, eyes dark, looking up at him, her ass in the
air behind her, hands still on his wrists, her hair cascading along
his skin like a fan. She licks to soothe the spot before finding another
equally good spot to bite.

She's losing herself in him. That's what she wanted, what sheneeds.
She's says a silent thank you to him, he has no ideawhat he's doing for her.

XXXXX

Tom's trying so god damn hard not to move his hands, he wants to
grab her by the hips, and simply take her. She needs the control.
Needs the control like her life depends on it. So, he'll go with whatever
the hell she wants. His mouth is still on her breast, tongue twirling around
her pink nub, rolling it– pleased when it's hard as a rock. She's telling him
to stop moving his hips, and he does it once. Just toprovehe still hands
the upper hand, that he's doing all of this for her.

But then she's gone. Eyes flicker up to her, swallowing hard. Fuck. Fuck.
He wants her warmth on him again, the second her other breast is around
his mouth, he bites. Hard. It's teasing, in most ways– tongue ravishing
around his mark, her arms are strong. Yeah, he hadn't answered her. He
knows. What did he want? A whole fucking list. Eyes watch her as she sinks
down to his chest, eyes growing dark. He lets out a deep breath, tongue
rolling across his lower lip, a moan leaving his mouth as her teeth bite at
his skin.

'What do I want? Everything. I want
everything. Now? I don't want this to
ever end. I want you to sink yourself
on me, see how much you can take.
I want to fuck you in all ends. I want
you. I want to heal your wounds.
I want my hands, Rachel.'

Honest. She has to let him have his hands, so he can let themroam. To
touch her. To NOT tease. It wasn't nice. He was fucking aching.

XXXXX

His words still her. She doesn't even suck in a breath. He wins. He fucking
wins because she can't say no to that. Ever. Will never say no. When she
looks up, his eyes are so dark, blue doesn't describe them in color any
longer. She butterflies in her stomach grow two-fold and she's having a
hard time breathing, thinks her heart may have evenstopped.

Hands slide down his arms immediately, and she's holding him in position,
dropping her wet heat down on his cock, slowly, taking him inside her inch
by inch. Just as he had described. Sinking down on him. Eyes locked with
his the entire time. Letting him see what it does, and wanting to see what it
does to him. He can use his hands how he pleases now, and she's looking
forward to where he'll touch first.

He can relinquish control from her just like that, but he'll bethe only one
who will be able to do so, she subconsciously decides. This is healing her
wounds.

She takes him inside her to the base, and doesn't move. Wants to memorize
it, and wait for him to push her to move. This power struggle…she likes it.
She moves her own hands to her breasts.

"Is this what you wanted? You can fuck
me any. Way. You. Want."

Her words are taunting, whispery, and she means them.
She's his for the taking.

XXXXX

Often, at times, Tom could be so fucking scary. So demanding, so full of
fear. It's why he made a good Captain amongst other qualities. He's one
to always answer a question honest to the core. And so he had. When
her gaze finally meets his, satisfied. He was winning. Even IF this wasn't
a game. It was one he'd gladly win at. The game of Rachel Scott. Beg
as his mercy.

The second his hands are free, he can't even move his arms firstly, she's
literally sinking against him, and it was fuckingglorious. His entire face,
the smile he had against his cheeks had dropped, torn between watching
her face, her eyes– and watching her pussy lowering onto his cock. He
settles with her face. Fucking beautiful. She's so slow taking him by every
single inch and it was sinful, so fucking sinful it should be a CRIME.

For awhile he just memorizes this picture. It would forever be in his memory.
Rachel wasn't moving, he wasn't moving his hips. Just simply, inside of her.
Watching as she places her hands over her breasts, eyes are squinting over
her. She has him wrapped around his fucking fingers, cock, everything.
What would he do without her?

Tom's sitting up at her naughty words, she's still straddles him – his arm is
sliding across her waist, pushing her deeper onto him his other hand grabbing
the back of her neck, hips rolling up into her slowly. Their faces are so damn
close, yet not close enough.

'Any way I want?'

XXXX

The way he stares at her scares her in the best possible way. What's he thinking
right now? What does he want? How does he want her? He's a force to be reckon
with onto deck, and in bed she's realizing quickly. She's thumbing her nipples for
him, and they're so still at first, as if it's their first time all over again. She realizes
she'll never get tired of this.

She gasps when he sits up, pushing himself so deep, his large hand covering so much
of her long thin neck. She shudders against him but doesn't break eyes contact. She
feels so small against him again, forgets she ever had control of him. She doesn't
need control of him, wants him to control her. Will gladly let him. A strangled ahhh
falls off her lips as he slides deeper, arm around her trim waist. She wants to kiss him,
but then he's asking if he can take her any way he wants. God yes. ANY WAY he
wants. She's not objecting.

"Any way you want. Fuck me every way you can."

Her words are breathy and full of need, and she's so wet between his words and how
he fills her. He's rolling his hips and she feels his tip hit her in a new spot and she's
crying out in pleasure, unable to even met his hips because she's so lost in this. She
nips at his lips, arms wrapped around his shoulders. She can help putting her lips to
his, can't get enough of them.

She'd do anything with him, there was something about putting it all in his strong,
capable, Captain hands. She wants to push the limits, test the waters with HIM,
wants to do and try it all. That will help erase how Ruskov tried. Whatever Tom
wants, he can have. She'll do it. And she'll love it, she's sure of it.

XXXXX

It was a miracle they're going still going at it, if he's going to be honest with himself.
He was shot in the leg. By her. She had been in a room full of Russians. For however
long? He wasn't entirely sure of. He had been beaten by fists. They SHOULD be passed
out hours ago, instead he's imaging how many other ways he can take her. They can sleep
later. Maybe she'll even try and talk to him. Tell him what happened. If she's ready.

His hand covers the back of her neck, thumb coming to rest right by hear ear. That's
how big his hand was compared to her petite frame. His other arm is against her lower
back, hips moving slowly into her. Forgetting every single time how TIGHT she is.
It was blissful. Grinning lightly at her words, his hand slips under her thigh, raising her
up and down against his cock, the build up driving him MAD.

'I'm gonna remember that.'

He would.

Tom could watch her for a lifetime. She was beautiful, inside and out. And when she came
undone? It was a sight to see.Jus her nearly makes him come. His thrusts
pick up quickly, short deep thrusts that has him driving him insane. Completely.

XXXXX

She's rolling her hips to meet his with every thrust, panting and sweating. She can't believe
his stamina-needless to say she's impressed. Decides this is how it should always be with a
man. Though right now she can't imagine doing this with any other man. She's slowly coming
undone, melting into him, leaning her head back into his hand, giving him full control.
Fingers dig into his shoulder, arm wrapped around them, holding on so tightly.

"You better."

She taunts against his lips, his hand under her thigh making her feel weightless. She knows
she should more conscious of his thigh but god damnit she wants to come so bad, to take him
with her. The friction is driving her insane.

"Tom, I'm so…close."

She whispers the words, almost begging him to take her there. She can feel herself begin to
tighten around him, her whimpers coming quicker. Eyes close, mouth parts, and she's taking
his shoulder in her mouth before she can think about anything else, biting, licking, and sucking
the strong, tight skin over his muscles. She can't believe how long they've been at this and the
fact she wants more and more and more….He should beflattered. She's not sure she's ever
enjoyed sex this much. Keeping her hands off him will prove a difficult feat.

XXXXX

With her head tilting back into his hand, his face comes into contact with her jawline,
sweeping his tongue across her sweaty sweet skin, teeth just barely nipping between the
skin. He can feel how brutally tight she was becoming around him, and it was making
him groan, loud. It felt so fucking good, he thinks he could live off of this, the high.
Fingers grip at her hair, sucking against her skin, repeating his previous actions, replacing
it with a gentle kiss.

Grinning lightly, wondering how many more ways they could fuck tonight, into the early
morning? His hand slips closer towards her center, hips bucking into her, over andover.
Thumb brushes against her sensitive bud, hot breath against her neck. He knows. God, he
knows. He's pulling back, wanting to watch her come UNDONE for the millionth time.
A picture he would truly never be able to get right.

'Come Rachel, come for me.'

XXXXX

Tom's hips are rolling in and out in a quick, deep, rhythm that nearly has him rolling off the
edge. He won't allow himself to release before her, this night had proved that. It was all about
her. He's chanting to her, whispering sweet words as his thrusts were growing deeper and
harder, pushing her over her limit.

Everything about her is on fire and she doesn't want this to stop. But she's hitting her edge at a
million miles an hour and she can't slow down. Shivers are covering her body and as his thumb
slides over sensitive, swollen nub and he's telling her to come for him, she cannot deny him.
She wants it so bad, wants him to feel it, wants her insides to explode.

She feels hot and tingly as she nears that incredible sensation before it takes over, riding him and
his hand as hard as she can, and then she's arching her back, pressing herself into him. Eyes fall
shut, and she's practically screaming his name, her thighs griping his. Her hot center is spasming
so hard around his length she can't breathe, and she doesn't want to. Fingers dig into skin, hard.
Writhing against him, she can feel her juices coating his length and the sheets. He should be so pleased
with himself.

A dark ocean of stars swarms behind her eyelids and she can't stop riding it out, bucking her hips against his,
keeping himdeep inside. A stream of moans is still falling off her lips, and then she's capturing his as she
comes down slowly, legs shaking, sagging against him, head falling to his shoulder, breath coming in pants.
She needs to recover, if only momentarily.

"God, that's amazing."

Husky whispers against his ear as her tongue traces the sensitive flesh. Now it's his turn.