I awoke at dawn the next morning. I was laying on my right side with Tom up against my body with his left arm draped across my waist. I had to use the bathroom badly so I moved his arm off of me as carefully as I could hoping I wouldn't disturb him. I was in and out of the bathroom quickly and got back into bed as I wanted to snuggle with him a while longer. I would have to get up to shower and ready myself for the bookstore visits soon.
While I was in the bathroom, he rolled over onto his back so I cuddled up to his right side and put my head on his chest. "Good morning, Sweetheart," he said sleepily as I got comfortable against him.
"Yes it's a very good morning," I replied with a giggle.
"Oh so you liked last night's dessert?"
"Oh yes! It was quite enjoyable."
"There's plenty more where that came from Darling," he responded while kissing my forehead.
I giggled again. He made me feel like a teenager in love for the first time. "I don't have the greatest amount of time before I have to get to ready, but we can probably manage."
I sat up and we started kissing again. Once I finally pulled back from his lips he said, "I didn't necessarily mean right now Darling. I'd rather do it when we have plenty of time and don't have to rush things. We can definitely do it again tonight though. You did say two days in New York until Chicago right?"
"Yes, Monday and Tuesday in New York and then I have an eight o'clock flight to Chicago on Wednesday morning. I will make an appearance at three o'clock for a couple of hours then it's a flight to Seattle at nine at night. I only do one in Seattle as well around two I think. Friday morning it's on to San Francisco where I actually get to spend the weekend before it's off to Los Angeles on Monday morning for two days."
"Wow! That's really crazy. I don't suppose you could leave me a copy of your itinerary? That way I'll know what flights I need to be on. I'll call my publicist in about an hour so he can get right on it. Hopefully it won't be too much trouble to get on your flights at such short notice. I can't imagine Chicago, Seattle, and San Francisco being big summer tourist destinations."
I was puzzled. "Whatever do you mean?"
He laughed. "I mean I'm going with you. I sort of thought it was obvious."
"Why on Earth would you do that?"
"I want to be with you, of course. I don't think you should travel alone either; too many crazy people in this world."
I had no idea how to respond. I was completely dumbfounded by the very notion that he intended to remain with me. Had I really made that much of an impression on him?
"Darling, are you alright?" He asked as I hadn't responded for several minutes.
I sat up again and kissed him more. At last I said, "I was just surprised, that's all."
"I suppose you have a reason to. I feel something for you. I really think I'm falling in love with you and I intend to stay around until I know for certain."
My only reply was more kisses on his lips before moving onto his face and neck; that beautiful, long sensuous neck of his. I had fantasized about kissing and tracing it with my tongue more than once in the last few years. Now here we were, both lying naked in bed together and he was allowing me to do whatever I wanted to him. He arched his neck back while my tongue trailed across the front, over his Adam's apple and down onto his collarbone. I could hear him moaning softly. I didn't stop there. I kept kissing and licking my way slowly down the front of his body. I veered off from my straight path to trace my tongue over each nipple before continuing on his pelvis. I stopped to yank the blanket off of him. He was growing hard. I traced my tongue up the front of it to the tip then back down the other side before going back up and taking the whole thing into my mouth. I went down on it as far as I could without gagging which was nearly to the hilt. He moaned and said, "I guess you don't have a gag reflex. That feels amazing."
I brought my mouth slowly back to tip where I paused to say, "I'm just really good at avoiding it."
I then went back to swirling my tongue around it and sliding it all the way in before slowly withdrawing with a sucking motion. I kept it up for quite some, with him moaning softly the entire time. I gradually increased the pace until he finally said, "If you keep that up I'm going to make a mess all over you."
I withdrew my mouth entirely and replied, "I don't mind."
He grabbed my head to keep me from going back down on him and said, "I'd rather make a mess inside of you. I don't want you being left unpleased."
I slowly crawled up his body, rubbing myself along the tip of his hard conda until it was between my slit. I rubbed my clit against him teasingly.
"I haven't even touched you and you're soaked, Darling."
I then moved forward a bit more, sat up slightly and settled myself onto him and began riding him. He didn't allow me to be in control for long before he sat up slightly, grabbed me to pull me closer and him deeper and began to really pound into me fiercely. It wasn't long until we came together. We were both moaning loudly as it was quite intense. He released me then and fell back onto the bed. I moved off of him and sat on the bed next to him. I leaned over and kissed him gently. "I guess we had time after all."
I then went into the bathroom to shower while he laid there trying to catch his breath. Ten minutes into my shower I heard him calling to me. I stuck my head around the curtain to respond. He was standing in the doorway wearing his black jeans again. "What do you want for breakfast Darling? I was just going to call room service and order it."
"I hardly ever eat breakfast. Just something like toasted bagels or croissants is fine with coffee, of course."
"Are you sure that's all you want? You won't get a chance to grab anything else until after the signing. You'll have time for lunch right?"
"I'm sure; eating this early in the morning upsets my stomach. Yes I'll have a couple of hours to get a quick lunch."
"Good. I'll meet you for lunch then."
He then left the bathroom and I finished showering. When I exited the bathroom, in my black lace bra and black satin thong, he was sitting on the bed. He hadn't bothered to put his shirt on. I could feel his eyes on me as I got dressed. I put on black jeans and a red form fitting button down short sleeved blouse. I sat on the edge of the bed to put on the black heeled sandals I wore the night before. When I finished I asked him how I looked.
"You are beautiful Darling; absolutely beautiful. I don't think I'll ever grow tired of waking up to you."
I could feel myself blush as I thanked him for his compliment. I leaned over to kiss him just as there was a knock at the door. I went to it and received our breakfast. "I hope you don't mind Darling, but I ordered you some fresh fruit too. I don't want you hungry and grouchy in the middle of signing books. I think you underestimate how tiring these things can actually be."
"I know you're more experienced at these things, but I was just fine in Atlanta. I don't want to be sitting there feeling sick to my stomach either."
I sat down at the table and ate my croissant and the berries and honeydew melon from the fruit bowl; I left the cantaloupe. He was eating eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast with coffee. Before I finished my coffee I went over to my back pack and removed my medicine pack. I sat back down, quickly lined up my pills on my empty plate, than grabbed them up to swallow them down in one handful.
He watched this whole routine before asking, "What are all those for?"
"I have allergies, anemia, and chronic pain with inflammation."
"Chronic pain? What happened to you?"
"I injured my back in a car accident when I was a teenager and sometimes the injured area still swells up and causes sciatic nerve pain in my left leg. Since I'm going to be sitting a lot I decided to hedge my bets and take something now before it has a chance to really hurt."
"I'm so sorry Darling. That must be awful to live with."
"No need for you to apologize. You weren't driving the car."
I then rushed off to the bathroom to brush my teeth and put on some makeup. When I exited ten minutes later, Tom held my phone out to me and told me I had a voice mail.
I checked it quick. It was my tour agent, Joanne, wishing me a good morning and reminding me the limo would be picking me up at half past eight since the bookstore wasn't near the hotel. I looked at the time on my phone as soon I hung up and realized I had less than ten minutes to be downstairs. I hastily got my back pack together and threw it over my shoulder while I stuffed my phone in my front pocket. I kissed Tom quickly and he wished me good luck.
I was in the limo on my way to the bookstore when I received a text from Tom telling me I had forgotten about leaving him my itinerary. I grinned because it meant he found my phone number in his book. I went through my email on my phone, found it and sent him a copy. A few minutes later, he texted back saying he'd gotten it and would be making his travel arrangements.
My two hours at the bookstore seemed to go by quickly. I enjoyed autographing books and posing for pictures. I absolutely could not stop smiling all morning. Knowing Tom was at my hotel room and would be meeting me for lunch was a delightful secret. My agent noticed and commented on how much happier I seemed, which was different from Atlanta, while we walked to the front of the store to exit.
"I'm not as nervous this time, for one. For the other...well...let's just say I met someone who put this smile on my face."
"Oh, a man I assume?" Joanne replied.
She smiled too, but cautioned, "Do be careful Raven. I hope he's not an author groupie."
"Do we really even have those?"
"There are crazy fans in everything these days."
"He has read my book, but I don't think he's the crazy fan type. He has a few of them though," I replied with a chuckle.
We were now outside. The limo was waiting for me at the curb. Tom was standing nonchalantly next to it with his sunglasses on. He was wearing jeans and a tight white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up; I loved that shirt.
"Hello, Darling! Are you ready for lunch?" He greeted me.
Joanne turned to me and said quietly, "Is that really who I think it is?"
"If you think it is Tom Hiddleston, then you're correct," I whispered back.
I went up to him and kissed him quickly on the lips. "I'm starving! Let's go eat."
He moved away from the car to open the door for me. I told Joanne I'd see her at the next bookstore as I got into the limo. She gave me a thumbs-up with an expression of approval mixed with a bit of jealousy. Tom had apparently already given instructions to the limo driver as we ended up at a restaurant a couple of blocks away from the next bookstore I was to be at.
While we ate, he informed me that all of his travel arrangements were made and he would be continuing on my tour as my companion. Since I didn't have the greatest amount of time, we ate quickly without much conversation. He escorted me down the street to the bookstore; he refused to allow me to walk alone. He kissed me quickly and said he was going back to the hotel and would see me there when I was finished for the day.
The time at the bookstore passed just as quickly as the one in the morning. It seemed like no time at all until I was on my way to the next location. This one wasn't much different from the other two; smile for the cameras, sign my name in some books, thank everyone for supporting my efforts. I was back in the limo on my way back to the hotel before I knew it. It was nearly eight o'clock and I was hungry. I didn't feel like going out to dinner tonight. I hoped Tom would be alright with room service.
When I got to my hotel room, I found Tom sprawled out on the sofa deep in conversation with someone on his cell. I put my bag down, grabbed my pajamas from my suitcase, and went straight to the bathroom. By the time I came out, Tom was off of his phone.
"Hello Darling!" He greeted me happily.
I went to him and allowed him to take me into his arms and kiss me passionately. When he finished, he said, "Judging by the pajamas, we're not going out to dinner tonight, are we?"
"I'm very tired Tom. Could we just order room service?"
"Of course we can Darling."
He went to get the menu off the table and returned to sit next to me so we could study it together. We made our choices and he called the service to place our order.
"It's going to be about forty-five minutes, Darling. Is that ok?" He asked me before accepting that time from the person he was speaking to.
"It'll have to be. I'm too tired to go out."
"I could always go grab some takeout," he offered.
"No, it's fine."
He confirmed the order with room service and then hung up the phone. He returned to the sofa and turned on the television. I snuggled up to him and put my head on his chest while he found a movie to watch. I began to doze off and lost all track of time. I was awakened by the loud knock at the door. Tom got up to accept our room service. He brought the cart to the table and set out our dinner like he had this morning with breakfast. I sat down, uncovered my chicken Alfredo and began eating. I was famished.
He watched me for a few minutes with a smile on his face before he began to eat. I finished long before he did. "Well, I guess you weren't lying when you said you were very hungry," he said with a chuckle.
"Yes I was. I feel much better now. Incidentally, am I on the dessert menu again tonight?"
He gave me an enormous grin that lit up his entire face. "As long as you aren't too tired Darling."
"Oh, no, not at all; it's amazing how much eating can revive a person."
He continued eating. We were sitting across from each other at the small table. He was just the right distance away from me that I could put my feet up into his lap. I sat there innocently at first, acting as if I just wanted to rest my tired feet. After a couple of minutes, I found the bulge in his pants with the toes on my left foot. I began to slowly stroke him. He spread his legs even further apart.
He put his fork down and said, "Apparently dinner is over."
"Very astute observation Mr. Hiddleston," I replied in as sultry of a voice as I could muster.
I continued to stroke him with my toes. He leaned back and began to moan softly. Finally I stopped, crossed over to him, and pulled him up out of his chair. He immediately crushed his lips down on mine; without even taking his lips from mine, he managed to pick me up and carry me to the bed. When he finally pulled back I said, "Impressive move Mr. Hiddleston. I know I'm not a lightweight."
He gave me a low sexy chuckle, before replying, "I'm a lot stronger than people give me credit for."
He stripped off all of his clothes before climbing onto the bed and onto me. He straddled me and kissed my lips again. He then removed my top and kissed down to my breasts where he spent several minutes kissing, licking, and suckling on each before slowing making his way down my abdomen to the waist of my pajama pants. I lifted my pelvis while he grabbed them and pulled them and my panties off in one swift motion, throwing both across the room. I spread my legs wide and he buried his face between them. He licked, nibbled and sucked on my clit and all of the surrounding flesh. He snaked his tongue inside of me repeatedly causing me to moan loudly. I was getting close to orgasm when he suddenly paused long enough to say, "Don't hold back Darling. Scream if you feel the urge."
He went back to pleasuring me, soon bringing me to an intense orgasm. I moaned so loudly it was practically a scream. Before the pleasurable spasms in my pelvis ended he moved swiftly up my body and into me, thrusting forcefully and rapidly. His sex was so intense that I never really ceased having orgasms and was loudly moaning the entire time.
When he finally got closer to his own climax he began begging me to scream his name. "I don't want everyone to hear me," I managed to say between my moans.
"I want them to Darling. I want everyone to know what we're doing in here and who is pleasuring you so much."
He pumped it for several more minutes before saying to me in his low, growling, Loki-like voice, "Scream my name Baby!"
I finally reached a very intense orgasm and obeyed by screaming "TOM!" He unloaded into me at the same time while groaning quite loudly himself.
He was trembling when he rolled off of me and onto his back on the king-sized bed. He laid there panting from his efforts. I just lay there, breathing heavily as well. Eventually, he moved to put on his robe so he could move the dishes onto the room service cart and leave it outside of the door. While he did that, I got under the blankets, not caring at all that I was completely nude. He then turned off the lights, removed his robe, and climbed into bed next me. I was lying on my left side, facing the wall. He kissed my cheek, wished me a goodnight and then snuggled up next to me wrapping his arm around me. We were both sound asleep within minutes.