One Wild Night

Tom stirred in his sleep when he felt a grip around his cock, and he was jolted awake when he felt a surge of pleasure through his body.

Nothing prepared him for the surprise of seeing Lucy kneeling by the foot of the bed with her long hair falling over and covering her face and her lips around his cock.

"Fuck!" Tom groaned when Lucy attempted to deepthroat him, and Lucy pulled away and brushed her hair away from her face as she raised her head to look at him.

"Sorry I woke you up. Good morning," she said with a bright smile, her eyes a bit watery and her lips gleaming with saliva, or was it precum? What a way to be roused from sleep.

Before Tom could gather his thoughts together and snap back to his senses, Lucy straddled him in a frog pose and sat on his cock, surprising him even more, and he let out a deep groan as he felt his cock slip inside her juicy slits.

"Do you like it?" she asked as she rocked on top of him slowly with her gaze fixed on his face as though she was watching for pleasure signs.

"Do you plan to stop if I say I do?" Tom asked in a husky voice as he reached for her boobs and squeezed one of them gently before pinching her nipples, and Lucy moaned softly.

Seeing how that excited her, he tried to sit up. His left hand went around her waist to cup her ass, and at the same time, he took her right nipple in his mouth while he used his other hand to play with the other nipple.

Lucy moaned loudly as she adjusted her position to a frog squat so her thighs wouldn't hurt, and she buried her fingers in Tom's hair as she continued to move on top of him.

It was beginning to seem like the more she made love with him, the more she wanted to make love with him. Her desire for him was increasing with each passing day.

Tom lay back on the bed, and with his hands on her waist, he began to move under her. Lucy gasped when she felt his thrust the first time, and her eyes closed of their own volition as she threw her head back and moaned with reckless abandon as he continued to thrust in and out of her.

"You are so beautiful," Tom said as he watched her, and Lucy opened her mist-colored eyes to look at him, and Tom watched in amusement as color flooded her cheeks at the realization that he was watching her in the throes of passion.

"Say it," Tom said when she ceased moving, and he saw something flicker in her eyes, and she looked at him like she was hesitating to say something.

Lucy licked her lower lip and then cleared her throat as she tried to gather her courage to say what she wanted to say, "I want you to fuck me," she said, and it took all of Tom's willpower not to let his shock show on his face.

Who was this wild person on top of him? Tom mused as he gazed back at her, wondering what had come over her.

"You want me to fuck you?" He asked, and when she bobbed her head, he pulled out and rolled off the bed.

"Come here," Tom said, and Lucy did as she was told.

Still standing, Tom made her fall forward on the bed so that she was lying on her stomach with her legs spread apart and her feet planted on the ground.

Tom thrust into her, and Lucy buried her face in the pillow to keep herself from screaming even though she really wanted to. She made a mental note to do this with him in the privacy of her apartment or anywhere else they could be alone where she wouldn't have to worry about being heard by anyone.

Tom fucked her hard until both her legs felt weak and she couldn't stand anymore, and then he fucked her in a spoon position until she orgasmed.

By the time he was done, they were both panting hard, and while he was trying to catch his breath, Lucy turned to him and covered his lips with hers in a passionate kiss.

"You will be the death of me," Tom said as he turned away from her to catch his breath.

Lucy giggled, "Let's freshen up. Breakfast has been served."

"Already?" Tom asked, glancing at the balcony.

"Yeah. I texted Samantha with your phone earlier," Lucy said as she got off the bed, and Tom did the same.

"We need to change the sheets. You ruined it," Lucy said, pointing to the stain on the bed.

"Whose fault is it?" Tom asked dryly as he tugged on the edge of the sheet pulling it off the bed while Lucy took out the duvet.

"I will call Samantha to have someone take care of it while we freshen up," Tom said as he picked up his phone while Lucy headed for the bathroom.

While everyone else was busy with one activity or the other around the house, Lucy and Tom sat on the balcony of his bedroom, having breakfast.

"You are so beautiful," Tom said as he observed Lucy, who seemed to be glowing in the morning sunlight wearing her hair loose around her shoulders, dressed in nothing but one of Tom's white long-sleeved button-down shirts, with the button undone and no underwear.

Tom, on the other hand, was covered in a cream-colored bathrobe, and like her, he wasn't wearing any undies under the robe.

"Am I?" Lucy asked with a small smile as she equally observed him over the rim of her mug of juice since Tom had insisted, as usual, that she didn't take coffee because of her peptic ulcer.

"Yes, you are," Tom said softly as he reached for her leg and raised it gently so that one of her legs was resting on his thigh, and he lowered his head to it and kissed her toe, making butterflies flutter in Lucy's stomach.

"What is in your head?" Lucy asked in a throaty voice and then cleared her throat when Tom returned his loving gaze to her.

He was still trying to wrap his head around how she had woken him up with his cock in her mouth and how she asked him to fuck her, "I'm thinking of you," Tom said, and she smiled.

"What about me?"

"How much you've changed. You don't seem so shy anymore too," Tom observed, and Lucy laughed into her mug.

"Shy about what?" she asked, and Tom shrugged.

"How do you expect me to remain shy when I'm almost always dressing and undressing in front of you?" she asked, and Tom grinned.

"I guess so. Besides, there's nothing to be shy about. I'm usually naked whenever you are," Tom said, and Lucy smiled.

"Yeah."

"Why did you do that this morning?" Tom asked, and Lucy didn't bother to pretend not to know what he was asking.

"You were asleep. It was poking me. At first, I was curious, and then I thought about practicing the hand and blow job with you asleep, and then I was aroused. I wanted you," Lucy admitted with a mild blush, and Tom found himself grinning.

"So it had nothing to do with satisfying me?" he asked, and she gave him a nod.

"Yes. It was purely selfish," she said, and Tom chuckled.

"Why am I pleased by the sound of that?" Tom asked with a pleased smile. It made him even happier to know that she had not initiated it to please him but to please herself. She desired him.

"You tell me," Lucy said with a grin.

"But I don't get why you asked me to fuck you," Tom said, and Lucy looked away in mild embarrassment.

"Why do you have to bring that up right now?" She asked, making Tom chuckle.

"Because I'm curious. And you better not go all shy on me right now," Tom said, and Lucy turned to him.

"Well, sex doesn't always have to be so..." she paused as she tried to find the right word, "So organized. I don't know if that's the right word to explain this. As much as I enjoy the foreplay and how we both try to pleasure each other, I think I would also love it to be spontaneous sometimes. I mean, like having quickies, just having sex for sex's sake, and not necessarily lovemaking. I don't know if you get what I mean," Lucy said while Tom watched her in amusement.

Sometimes he couldn't believe she was the same person he had met just weeks ago. He was in awe of her, and his heart was full of love for her. It wasn't just about the sex. It was mostly about the changes he could see in her. In such a short time, she had changed so much and had become more loving, more giving, and far more expressive than he could have dared to hope for.

"If that's what you want. You know I try to be careful when it involves you," Tom said, and Lucy smiled.

"That reminds me, something occurred to me during my conversation with Sonia yesterday," Lucy said, and Tom angled his head.

"Want to tell me about it?" he asked, and Lucy gave him a nod.

"Yeah. You know, I think it's very easy most times for us to become selfish in the course of our relationship with others. By selfish, I mean being self-centered. Wanting things always to go the way we want," Lucy said, and Tom watched her with interest wondering where she was driving at.

While trying to talk sense into Sonia, she had realized midway that, in some areas, she was also like Sonia. While it was good to have personal principles or values and beliefs and hold on to them, in a relationship, there was always room for compromise and finding a middle ground.

When Harry brought up that subject while seeing them off, she had given it another thought and tried to relate it with what she told Sonia earlier by looking at it from Tom's perspective instead of hers.

"I know we talked about reviewing this next year, but I spent some time thinking about it while waiting for you last night," Lucy paused to see if he got what she was trying to say.

Tom's heart skipped a beat. Was she talking about her decision not to get married? Did she change her mind already?

"What about it?"

"I tried to understand things from your perspective. I want to see it from your angle, and I want you to see things from my angle. I want us to reach a compromise," Lucy suggested.

"I thought we did already. Wasn't that the reason we said we would review it next year?" Tom asked, and Lucy shook her head.

"That isn't a compromise. That was us trying not to face it at the time. It's like postponing what needs to be said or done. I don't want us to wait a year to realize we don't want the same things," Lucy said, and Tom raised a brow.

"So what are you trying to say?"

"I want us to find a way around it. I don't want to deprive you of something you want, and at the same time, I don't want to do anything I might end up resenting either of us for," Lucy said, and Tom sighed.

"So, did you come up with a solution?" Tom asked, and she looked at him hesitantly for a moment.

She cleared her throat, "Well, I know you love kids, so I was thinking... don't get me wrong. It's only a suggestion. Would you mind adopting a kid?" Lucy asked, and Tom raised a brow.

"Adopting a kid?" He asked, not understanding what that had to do with her not wanting to get married or having a child.