Take Me, Tom Pt. 99-102

We locked eyes in the mirror, and she murmured, "Tonight's the night, darling. I...I just know it. I don't know how, but I do," she sighed.

I grasped her hand, and smiled. "I know, darling. I...I feel it, too, Chrissie."

She took my hand, and I stood before her, naked, proud and excited.

Chrissie grabbed the container of expensive talcum powder and began covering my excited body lightly with it. I loved the sensual smell, and the way my body felt.

She motioned for me to lift my arms, and I did as she asked, the softest silk chemise floating over my body, the texture gliding over my now-erect nipples. Only now did she touch me the way I longed to be touched. Her little fingers on my cheek, as she leaned in, and kissed my neck, her hands slowly coming behind my head, and pulling my lips to hers. She moved her breasts over mine, gently swaying to the unheard rhythm we were feeling. We heard a short knock at the door, and Chrissie uttered, "Please, Tom. Come in," and returned to lightly kissing me. Tom walked to us, stopping to admire the beauty of our connection. Chrissie broke away, her hand drifting over my breasts, and came behind me, Tom's eyes devouring me.

"Isn't Emily the most beautiful you have ever seen her, Tom? Tonight you're going to put our baby in her, darling. I'm going to watch...but not touch. I want to see your love. Em? I want you to concentrate on our husband tonight, as he will be immersed in you," she said, handing me to Tom. She walked to the bed, and laid back against a pillow, propped up against the headboard, her legs spread just so.

I looked at Tom, my heart fluttering, and body shivering with desire for this man who had so invigorated my life. I deliberately ran my hands over the delicate chemise Chrissie had bought...for us. I secretly held my breasts high, not lewdly, but offering them to him. His hands came to my face, too slow, as he touched me as no man had before. I moaned into his fingers, as he moved closer to me, his thick cock nudging my stomach.

"My...my husband," I quietly whimpered.

His strength, and manliness were too potent for me at times. Tonight was one of those times. My head leaned into his hands, as if by their own volition. I felt his substantial finger glide across my dry lips, gently poking as if he wanted to pierce my mouth, but he only teased me. I swayed my hips across his manhood, my body trembling with desire for him.

"You're...beautiful, Emily," he sighed, almost silently. I looked at him, my eyes trailing down his toned body, and saw the loose silk boxers he was wearing, his masculine cock, hard. This was yet another gift from his sister...to us. I could feel myself moistening, as his fingers lightly touched my neck, then gently slid under the spaghetti straps of my divine chemise. He left his warm fingers there, as my body shuddered.

"Ohhh, Tom," I quietly moaned, as his fingers followed the tiny string, then moved over my now-aching breasts. He hellishly moved to the sides of my mounds, leaving my nipples to ache, and toyed with me, his fingers touching, but not rubbing my full tits. His hand trailed the gentle curve of my body, across my tight stomach, and then along my hips. I could feel him searching for the edges of my non-existent panties, and I smiled to myself. [Men! They think they're so clever, hmm?] I giggled to myself. That didn't stop him from weaving his firm hand over my covered butt, though. I hoped against hope he would slide his sturdy hands under the exquisite material, touching my raw ass, but he didn't, raising my urgency even more. I ached to be touched, to be ravaged by this man, our man, but knew he wouldn't. He would tease me tonight, build me up, then let me down, again and again.

He took my limp hand, and walked me to the bed. He moved our 'sex' pillow to the side, and asked me to sit, as he sat in front of me. I laid my legs over him, and he firmly pulled me close to him. His fingers came to my temples, as I mimicked his movements. God, I loved this! Not a word was spoken; the only sounds were the erotic, soft music, and Chrissie's breathing. I dare not look at her, though, knowing her fingers would be buried under her chemise, slowly playing with herself.

Tom and I locked eyes, our fingers passing over each other, as we controlled our breathing. He took my hands, and placed them on his thighs, his on mine now. With our eyes, we consumed each other, our breathing soon matching each other. We delved into each other, our different scents permeating the other's heads. We talked with each other, though no words were spoken. I love my orgasms, okay, but this is such a close second. This is how we opened up to each other, our feelings and honesty searing from us. Eventually, he brought his hands up, and continued his romantic touches, now tantalisingly slow, touching my breasts, his fingers rubbing my nipples, as my breath grew. His fingertips would just graze over my taut nipples, me wanting nothing more than for him to pull them. My eyes looked down, his erect cock enjoying the senses that his fingers were giving. I gingerly kept my hands on his thighs, and ran my fingers over his proud, hard cock. I loved how stained they were already, his precious pre-cum oozing from his slit.

His hands drifted down my arms, tickling me with his delicate touch. He gently grasped my hand,

and massaged my wrists, our eyes never leaving one another. I could smell myself now, knowing that Tom could also. His hands crept back up my body, as he wrapped them around my head, and we kissed, long and slow. God, I loved kissing him, the touch so possessing. There was no urgency, just this sense of connection that we all needed and relished so much. I realised that my kisses were getting more potent, more insistent. My pussy was oozing onto these red, soft sheets, but I didn't care. I wanted everyone to smell me long after we had climaxed. His strong hands went back to my breasts, and neck, calmly touching me. I so wanted him to be rough, to show me the other side of his desire for me.

Tom gently pulled away, took his hand, and covering my face, pushed me backwards. I couldn't help but giggle, as I was splayed out, my legs spread suggestively. I could even hear Chrissie next to me laughing at my predicament! Tom moved to the end of the bed, and lifted my foot. Fuck! Not that, please, but he did. He brought my toes to his mouth, licked, and sucked each. He knew what that did to me! It took all my reserve not to shove my fingers into my wanton cunt! I gave in to his sweet lust, and concentrated on my breathing, not wanting to cum too soon. He licked each painted toe, his tongue excruciatingly slow. His fingers dug into my soles, kneading my flesh and controlling me.

His mouth soon trailed up my legs, his hands leading the way, as they grasped my thighs, and he massaged them now, his head suggestively close to my pussy, as he slid his hand under my silky gown. He didn't spend nearly enough time there as his fingers were now rubbing the back of my knees, the maddening touch causing my hips to arch up. I could hear a low gasp from Chrissie. I was sure she was vicariously feeling every trace of her brother sharing this moment with us. He poked his head under my short chemise, so I pulled it up. I loved watching him go down on me, his head slowly moving over and over and along my pussy. I felt his warm breath before the sturdiness of his finger. I felt like a delirious slut, as I felt my cunt oozing down my slit to my little puckered asshole. He slowly pulled my labia lips apart, my reserves now gone, as I lurched my hips up, need

ing his mouth on me. He firmly slapped my thigh, wanting to go at his own pace. Such a bastard!

His fingers made little circles around my vulva, teasing me at my gaping entrance. My growing wetness only increased his steady strokes. At last, I felt the smoothness of his tongue lapping me, his sturdy tip gliding over my clit. I could vaguely hear my little grunts, and moans, as he licked, and swallowed my sap. Unknowingly, he slipped a single finger deep inside me, my wetness giving up any resistance, as I felt the welcome penetration.

"Ooooo...fuck, Tom!" I moaned, too loud. "More, darling...just a bit more!"

He slipped a second in, both now embedded deep inside me. He curled his taut fingers, and slowly, and gloriously, fucked me, his tongue flicking my clit on every pass along my valley. He curved his fingers, the tips connecting with my spongy ridge. My hips gently swayed to and fro, wallowing in the feelings he was giving me.

"That's...that's...just, yes, Tom. Just...just like," I groaned. "Just a little...that's...that's it, dar-" I moaned as his fingers hit me just right.

His fingers were firm, but not strong enough! Like the tart I was for him, both of them actually, I wanted it harder, rougher, and faster. But this beautiful man knew how to play my body.

"My...my, Tom...Just...take me, dar-" I feebly sighed.

His mouth was now fixed on my clit, sucking and running his tongue over it, as his fingers thrust

into me at a frustratingly slow pace. But he knew what he was doing, as my stomach began to undulate under the beautiful thrashing he was giving me. I could feel Chrissie's hands in my now-damp hair, but I could not hear a word from her. My hands were fondling my breasts, squeezing and pulling my nipples. [Chrissie should be doing this, I thought!] How could she sit there and ignore me! I tried to take her hand, and bring them lower, but she swatted them away.

My body began the familiar tingling, seemingly beginning in my toes, and moving along to my now-stiff legs, onto my cunt, my tits, and my head 'til I came, my body shivering, and quaking as my senses let loose. I could feel Tom sucking my juices as they flowed from my channel. His fingers became stiffer as he fucked me with them, my clit shuddering from my husband's mouth.

"That's...oooooh, Tom...that...just!" I cried, as he took me, my hips rubbing his face, but he never stopped, his fingers ploughing into me, his mouth sucking my little cock. I could feel my perspiration, my body trembling with passion.

I had to push his head away, my orgasm slowly subsiding. Tom wouldn't move, though, his head still between my legs as he inhaled and licked me gingerly. I pulled his hair, begging him to stop. He lifted his sodden face, and smiled. I slapped his face lovingly, my body shaking from his erotic onslaught. He finally pulled himself away, leaned back on his legs, and looked at me.

He grabbed the pillow, and murmured, "Lift!"

What's a girl to do, hmm?

I lifted my butt, and he slid it under me, my ass now raised off the mattress. God, I loved this pillow! He swiftly slipped his boxers off, threw them at my head, and I left them there, smelling his

masculinity.

Do it, Tom, I thought to myself. Just fucking do it!

As if he was reading my mind, he did. He slapped my pussy with his hard manhood, each shuddering time, hitting my irritable clit. Chrissie was smiling, as her hands continued to brush my hair. I wanted her fingers on me, touching me, prodding me, but she didn't. Or wouldn't! Tom's left hand was stroking my stomach, his fingers lingering just over my skin, as they trailed down to the crease in my thighs. His finger slid amongst my juices, and sneakily slid under me, now at my tight, but not virgin, rosebud. Do it, Tom. I know you want to. Just shove it in. Now! I thought.

"Tom...just?" I whimpered, instead.

"Chrissie?" he said. "Touch her. Touch our Emily. We're going to make a baby, darling. Our baby."

As Chrissie's fingers finally touched my face, Tom leaned over and slid into me. He was still kneeling, so I knew there was more, but I still let out a loud, relief-laden, 'Ugggggh,' as he filled me. He held himself inside me, my body relaxing onto his girth.

"Are we going to plant our seed, Emily? Hmm? Are we going to make our baby tonight?" he almost pleaded, his hardness planted deep in me. I pushed my hips up, seeking the relief only his cock would give me, but I couldn't move. The pillow had me at such an angle that I was gloriously impaled on his member.

"Oooo, my...Tom. Yes..tonight...yes!" I screamed, and he pulled out so slowly, then slid back in, just as slow.

My gorgeous husband had me. He teased me, touched me and made love to my body, and my mind. He slid his thick member in and out, fingers thumbing my tender clit. We slowly grew together, our bodies responding, as they always had, to each other's needs and desires. I smiled absurdly with every deep stroke, his length prodding me with every firm thrust. He wasn't fucking me yet, but we both knew it would come; neither of us was in any hurry. His fingers wrapped with Chrissie's as they touched my face, my mouth, my drooling lips. My body lurched against his every firm caress from his solid shaft, making me smile.

He lifted himself up, and without leaving me, leaned down, his legs now straight, and he held himself over me, his cock still inside my wet sheath. His lips touched mine, and we seductively kissed, the tenderness of his lips a sharp contrast to his angry cock. I just knew tonight was the night. Chrissie's fingers gingerly fondled my still-aching breasts. Tom slid his length back into me, and my cunt filled again with his primal meat. With every gentle thrust of his cock, I gasped loudly, trying to fill my lungs with more air. His mouth moved from my lips to my neck, where his lips made love to it. His gentle nibbles, and bites, went straight to my leaking cunt. I lifted my legs, and wrapped them around his legs, holding him inside me. My eyes were closed as I felt two different mouths on my breasts, licking around my mounds, but not sucking my hard nipples.

"Please...Tom...just suck...just a...bit," I pleaded.

I could feel Chrissie's soft mouth take the nipple she owned, and suck it lovingly, her tongue pressing it down, then sucking up its length back in, her teeth just grazing the sensitive nub. Tom's

thrusts became more insistent, harder, prodding my cervix with every smooth move. His hips moved around, side to side, swaying along my body, and making his prick touch every sensitive ember in my wet valley.

As Chrissie left my tit, her mouth came to my lips, and we breathlessly kissed. I had one hand on her, the other on Tom, completing this beautiful connection. I rode Tom's sublime cock, as much as he rode me. His hips were flaying my cunt inside and out, pushing, thrusting, getting close to emptying his virile sperm inside me. With every thought of his seed, my body lurched, quivered, and gushed more cream. We all wanted this, our baby, but none more so than me. These two would make me complete, I just knew it. I lifted my pelvis, taking my husband, taunting him into spilling his seed. He pulled out, and didn't take me. I opened my eyes, searching for a reason, any reason why he wouldn't fuck me.

"Do you...really want a...baby...Emily?" he smirked, so in control it was maddening.

"Oooooh, Tom...yes...now, dar-" I groaned.

"Then-- thrust--I'm--thrust --going to--thrust --fill you-- thrust--beautiful-- thrust--woman!" and he took me. I lay there, submissive and so in love, as he lifted my body, and pierced me, his loving shaft filling me in every way. I felt the gentle prodding on my cervix again, something I didn't always appreciate, but tonight was different. I was his, theirs, forever if they'd have me.

We laid together, fucking, our sensuous grunts and moans filling the room as we took each other. And I came. I felt the first strong spurt of Tom's cream hit me, and it set me off, the buildup of pressure spread throughout my whole body. I could just hear Tom's grunts, saying, "I love you!" as he came. This incredible wave started in my head, and flowed down my body 'til my toes tingled. I could feel my thick secretions gushing from my pussy, my head rocking back and forth as stream after stream of Tom's musky cum filled me, making our baby, I was sure. Tom's eyes were tightly shut, his mouth in that beautiful 'O', as I came again, my mouth matching his. I could hear nothing, but our furious grunts, and groans, as he emptied himself deep inside me. And still, he slapped my cunt, spurt after radiant spurt of his essence filled me. Chrissie soothingly helped me through, and kept me conscious, of my orgasm. Finally, his exertions slowed down, and I smiled, proud that I had satisfied my husband. He kept his cock inside me, his now half-hearted thrusts, and empty spurts slowing down. I finally opened my eyes, some semblance of consciousness coming back. Tom stayed inside me, and we kissed. He turned his head to Chrissie, and kissed her, and then I did the same, her soft lips a contrast to Tom's. After a while, he graciously slipped his spent cock from me, and laid next to me, but telling me to stay still.

"Just...just stay like that, Ems. Let my cum settle inside you. Just...stay," he breathed deep, moving my disheveled hair from my face.

I laid there, hoping his sperm would find their way to my eggs. My body was still tingling. Tom just had that unique way with my body. I pulled them both to my chest, and stroked their hair, still trying to breathe, and reveling in my orgasm.

"That was...that was...beautiful, Emily," Tom gasped, and tenderly slapped my breast.

"It made me cum, too," Chrissie smiled. "Not as well as you, darling, but good enough! You both looked so...so connected, so beautiful," she sighed, and kissed us.

"I'm...I'm shattered, Tom. You...you certainly hit the...spot tonight!" I chuckled. That was wonderful, darling...thank you," I sighed, and touched his red face.

They made me lay at this propped-up angle for at least twenty minutes, but I understood. It's not like there wouldn't be another time to try, but I wanted to give as good a chance as any for those little sliders to find their way to their new home! Chrissie slipped from the bed, and grabbed our cold drinks, putting a straw in mine. This girl thinks of everything!

We laid there, sated and wasted, but interconnected. I kept looking at each of them, my heart full of love and affection for them. I had never felt so alive, so loved, so adored by anyone in my life. My life was perfect.

Chapter 101

Tom POV Birthday and Waiting

It was a typical Saturday for us, except Chrissie and I had our eyes on Emily all day. I know, it's stupid, right? It's not as if she'd sprout a bump overnight, but still. We fretted over her so much, that she finally grabbed Chloe, the keys to the car and headed out, probably to another garden or nursery. Chrissie and I agreed that we would try to relax, and let nature take its course. Try, being the operative word! David just rolled his eyes, smirked, and asked, "Can we go swimming then?" We spent a few hours at the pool, David hanging out with friends more than practising, but hey, everyone needs a break sometimes. Chrissie and I tried to behave, and we did...for the most part! We went out for a delightful lunch, and enjoyed just the three of us together. It wasn't that unusual, but it seldom happened as we did most things as a family. The topic of my birthday came up, and I quickly shut it down. I was always uneasy about celebrations like birthdays and all, which Chrissie knew. She was looking for gift ideas, again, another topic which I didn't care for. It may have been frustrating for her, true, but...

We drove along the river, basking in the beautiful day and enjoying the views. David and I were spending more time kayaking on the weekends, and had even looked into the rowing clubs in

Richmond for him.

Emily and Chloe had firmed up a garden design, so they were in the process of looking for a qualified, and sympathetic landscaper to help bring their combined visions to fruition. We all would do most of the work, but we needed help preparing the garden. We all chuckled at Chloe's involvement in the project, choosing certain plants, and offering a few good ideas. From the eyes of children, eh?