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Oh my God, he wore those pants today!
Kim tossed and turned in her bed unable to sleep as thoughts of Tommy flooded her senses.
. . . the black ones that fit him just right in that tight butt of his, the ones that practically make me cream myself when he wears them. Mmm, Tommy is just soooo gorgeous! I can hardly keep my hands off those yummy cheeks of his when he dresses like that!
Her thighs rubbed together tightly as she felt the first fiery tingles and the heated wetness between her legs.
Then he had on the green button-down --the one that looks like he ripped the sleeves right off. I love the way it sets off his arms; they look so powerful . . . . Of all his shirts, that has to be my favorite, especially when it's unbuttoned enough to show a little "cleavage."
Kim's hands fluttered across her silky nightie, smoothing over her heaving breasts --nipples already erect-- and skimming over the flat of her stomach and hips. Her body arched oh-so-slightly into her own touch.
He even wore his hair down for a change. Oh, how I love it when he does that; it looks so sexy. What I wouldn't give to run my fingers through it . . . bury my face in it . . . ! Damn, the way it flew about his face as we fought the Putties in the park . . . .
She closed her fingers around a straining bud and pinched, sucking in an excited gasp of air. Her hips snapped forward as she continued the exquisite pressure. Her free hand glided up her neck and caressed her face, a finger disappearing between moist lips.
I've never been so happy to be attacked by Putties in my whole life! Tommy just looked so incredible; I had a hard time keeping my mind on the fighting. He's just so awesome when he's fighting --so strong, so fierce, so graceful . . . and some of those moves --especially those kicks where he looks like he could do the splits . . . oh baby!
Kim couldn't stand it any longer and stripped off her skimpy nightie, baring her breasts to the cool night air. Her lacy panties followed, and she lay naked on her sheets, sinuously writhing in time with the pounding of her blood.
Man, I wanted to rip that shirt right off him; good thing the Putties beat me to it. Stripped him to the waist . . . mmm, that fantastic chest of his! So smooth, so hard . . . oh, how I wanted to run my hands all over it --every inch. Those pecs, abs, and those adorable little nipples . . . .
Her hands mirrored her imagined caresses on her own chest, fondling and teasing her own excited nubs.
It was so hot today, too, that Tommy worked up quite a sweat. His tanned skin gleamed as if someone had oiled him up. So beautiful . . . I would have loved to have been a drop of perspiration trickling down his chest.
Wetting a finger, she drizzled it down her body, leaving a trail of glistening moisture in its wake as it meandered closer to the apex of her thighs. Her other hand continued playing along her abdomen, and she winced as she touched a tender spot.
Should have known better than to stand there and drool over Tommy during a battle; still, I'm glad that gray goober nailed me. Tommy put himself between me and the Putties, protecting me; all I could do was stare at that gorgeous bod so close I could almost touch it. I couldn't even bring myself to get back up and fight.
A low sigh of longing hissed through her teeth, and she smiled wickedly at the image in her mind.
Sweet, sweet Tommy looking down at me so concerned, his hair falling in his face and those deep dark beautiful eyes . . . then, he smiled at me. I felt like I was melting. When he pulled me into his arms to help me up . . . oh, he felt so good. I didn't ever want to let him go, and the way he smelled . . . . There's something in the way he smells after a battle --a muskiness that isn't there when he works up a sweat working out. I don't know what it is, but it drives me wild. I would have given anything to have been alone with him at that moment-- middle of the park or not!
A questing finger at last slipped into the moist folds of her sex and found the aching core of her need. With feathery touches, she started stoking the flames of her desire, tearing a moan from deep within her chest.
I'd have pulled him to the ground with me and then just looked at him for a good long while, getting drunk on the sight and nearness of him. I'd have played with his hair as our mouths met in a hungry kiss . . . I love his mouth. His lips are sooo soft . . . . Then, I'd have kissed my way down his neck and chest, licking and tasting, exciting him until he was moaning and moving under me. His cock would have been pressing against me, eager to be free, and I'd have skimmed those sexy pants off him.
Her hips bucked into her hand as she pressed more insistently against her pebble-hard bud, and she abandoned her pursuit of pleasuring her breasts in favor of sending her other hand south to help satisfy her aching need to be filled.
Once we were naked, Tommy would have taken me in his arms again so he could feel my body against his. His hands would glide across my skin in a whispery caress --he can be so gentle-- then his fingers would have teased my nipples, making me squirm with how good it felt. Next, he'd use his mouth, kissing, licking, sucking . . . .
Her body tensed at the imagined touch, and two fingers slid into her vagina, slowly stroking. More fingers joined in pleasuring herself by tantalizing her clit, causing her breath to catch in her throat.
I can almost feel his lips moving down my stomach to my . . .*
"Oh!"
A sharp bolt of fire shot through her, sending her senses careening out of control as her fingers moved faster.
His tongue in my mouth and on my body feel awesome, but I want him between my legs. I want him to taste me, to eat me, to make me writhe and scream out his name . . . .
". . . oh, Tommy," she moaned softly, her body arcing, seeking the ultimate pleasure that hovered just beyond her reach. Her hips snapped forward, grinding herself into her hand.
I want to feel him between my legs, thrusting into me with all his passion. I want to hear him moan his pleasure and see the pure ecstasy on his face . . . . I want to feel him tensing, driving into me harder . . . faster . . . I want to hear him calling my name . . . as we . . . come . . . .
". . . come . . . oh, God, Tommy . . . I want to come . . . make me . . . come . . . Tommy . . . oh, yes . . . TOMMY!"
With a shout, Kim's orgasm crashed through her, rocking her so hard, her body bucked up off the bed then collapsed back weakly. She petted and stroked her juicy folds and quivering body until her trembling ceased.
"Mmm, Tommy," she purred with a sleepy, satisfied giggle. With sensuous, sinuous movements, she slid her naked body under her top sheet. Slowly she ran her tongue over her lips in predatorial anticipation.
I wonder if maybe he'll wear a white gi instead of his green one tomorrow. Mmm!