Guilt began to sink in. Guilt, shame, panic and fear swept over her as Tom laid her back down on the bed. The smell of sex filled the room, cloying in her lungs like mustard gas making her feel sick.
"Oh God. This did not just happen," she gasped, pinned underneath his weight as he held her.
"It sure did!" He exclaimed smugly, sensing her panic, "there's no gong back now you know?" He lightly pinned her to the bed by her wrists, leant down and kissed her gently on the lips.
"I don't know what I'm going to do, Freddie will be home soon, you need to go!" She was panicking now, struggling to free herself from under his weight. "Please, we need to get dressed, you need to leave."
"I don't know, I very much like your current state of dress to be honest," he sneered, ogling the naked body beneath him. He freed her wrists and propped himself up on his elbows, turning his body to face her, "besides, it's only just gone midnight, he won't be home for hours yet. I've been out with him I know what he gets up to."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked accusingly, flinging herself up to sit at the edge of the bed, wrapping herself in the blanket that had fallen off earlier. Her heart was racing, she was in a state of cat-like readiness waiting for the front door to open, and Freddie to come charging in at the scene before him; in his bedroom, in his bed, with his Eva.
"I'm saying," Tom said musingly, pulling her back onto the bed by her wrist so she was yet again lying before him, slowly peeling the blanket from her body, circling her left nipple with his index finger, "that he likes a party. When he goes out he goes all out. He ain't coming home til the morning."
"You don't know that, he might be worried about me and decide to come home early." Tears were filling her eyes, she looked so beautiful, so vulnerable. Her pale skin glowing in the moonlight like a celestial goddess, waiting to be taken.
"I know that if he were that worried he would've come home with you instead of me," he mocked, "we both know who you wanted here with you, who should be here with you." He lightly stroked her cheek, running his fingers past her neck, over her breasts, brushing her stomach and hovering over her damp crease where he had now left his mark.
"You told me you were mine, that it's me you want. You let me take you to your bed and fuck you. There's no denying that."
She was terrified. He was right, she had told him she wanted him and that she was his. "Surely that doesn't count?" She asked herself.
"People say all sorts of things during sex Tom, it doesn't mean anything." She was looking up at him, her bright blue eyes shimmering with tears.
"I know different," he whispered, "I know you can't help yourself when you're with me. I know what makes you tick, what drives you crazy, what makes you scream my name." He poked at her entrance with two fingers, and felt her body tense up. A satisfied grin spread across his face as he looked up at her, her eyes were glazing over. He pushed his fingers through, she was still dripping wet. The effect he had on her was astounding, she felt completely powerless against him.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" He purred, stroking inside of her so slowly it took all she had not to scream and beg for more.
"Please stop," she whimpered, her body temperature soaring from her head to her feet. "You need to stop."
Tom wasn't relenting, he continued to finger her hot wet pussy slowly, pushing his fingers right up to the hilt, and slowly back out again.
