The Fight
Aimee lay in the bed next to Tom. The night had been a horrible. Nothing had gone right. Now she was having to share a hotel room with Tom. They'd always been good friends, but somehow Aimee's feelings delved a little too far into the relationship than she had intended.
Sharing a bed wouldn't have been such a bad thing if she and Tom hadn't fought right before they went to bed. She had feelings for him and they were both serious flirts. She had assumed that he knew her feelings for him but I suppose that's what you get for assuming, right?
Tom wasn't aware that she wanted to be with him so she had hooked up with a girl at the club. Aimee caught them in a hot and heavy situation and blew up. She was hurt. She tried to explain to him that she had feelings for him but he wouldn't listen to reason. She felt horrible. She felt stupid. She knew that they were sharing a hotel room together which made things even worse and she was very uncomfortable. She wanted a relationship but Tom had told her that it would be best if they just remained friends.
Her thoughts were consuming her when Tom suddenly turned over in his sleep. His hand rested on her stomach. She felt her body tingle. She could feel his hot breath against her neck and she felt a chill creep up her spine.
"Tom? Tom, wake up."
He stirred and mumbled something that she didn't quite understand. She gazed at his face and a sigh escaped her lips. Tom opened his chocolate eyes and nuzzled against her. She could feel the warmth of his body against her. He made her feel safe. She closed her eyes and breathed a deep sigh.
She felt Tom's hand trace around her naval. Butterflies danced in her stomach. Tom kissed her neck. Her eyes opened and she turned to face him. He took her mouth and she felt his erection pressing against her leg. He pulled her shirt up and over her head and kissed her again. She opened her mouth to welcome his tongue. His hand slid down her stomach and into her panties. She parted her legs slightly as he began to massage her clit. His finger went inside her as he bit on her bottom lip. Her breathing quickened as he slowly kissed his way from her neck to her breasts and down her stomach. He teased her clit with his tongue and she moaned.
"Shhh." He said. His tongue swirled and darted around her clit. Her body grew warm and she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her.
Tom inched his way back up her body, letting his tongue explore. As he reached her lips she felt his erection rub against her. She opened her legs to invite him in. He plunged into her and she gasped. He covered her mouth with his own. His thrusts were slow and smooth. Her body quivered as each time he went deeper and deeper in. She grinded her hips against his and looked up into his eyes. He leaned down and traced her lips with his tongue. She heard his breathing quicken. His thrusts came harder and faster.
"Tom."
"Shhh." He said and she felt his body tense as he released himself into her with a grunt. He laid his head on her chest.
"Tom, I thought we were going to just be friends."
"We can be friends who fuck, can't we?"
She sighed loudly, "Apparently."
"Aimee, I didn't mean it that way." He whispered in her ear.
She just grunted and turned over.
"Aimee, I'm sorry for earlier. I didn't know you had feelings for me and I was a little inebriated and couldn't comprehend what was going on. You blew up and my first reaction was to blow up as well. I'm sorry. Really." He stared at the back of her head for what seems like an eternity before she turned back to face him.
"You really mean that?" Tears were glistening in her eyes but she was smiling.
"Cross my heart." He replied with a crooked smile. He kissed Aimee gently on the forehead as Aimee nuzzled up against him. This is what she had always wanted. This is what she had dreamed about. She sighed and drifted off to sleep. Tom looked down at her and smiled. As he closed his eyes for sleep to take over, he whispered, "I love you, Aimee."