Chapter 146
**Sara**
Tom stepped towards the shower, the water droplets catching the light before slipping over his skin. "Ladies first?"
"Such a gentleman," I cooed, stepping under the warm torrent. The spray cascaded down my body, washing away the remnants of sand and salt from the beach. Tom crowded in behind me, close enough to feel the heat radiating off him despite the steam surrounding us.
I turned to face him, my breath catching at the sight of water droplets clinging to his chiseled chest.
"See something you like?" Tom teased.
"You're not so bad, I guess."
"Not so bad? I'm wounded." He clutched his chest dramatically, stumbling back against the shower wall.
I laughed, reaching for the shampoo. "Poor baby. Want me to kiss it better?"
"Well, if you're offering..."
I squirted a dollop of shampoo into my palm and lathered my hair. "Maybe later. Right now, I'm focused on getting clean."
"Ah, yes. The primary purpose of showering together. How could I forget?"
I flicked some suds at him playfully. "Hey, you're the one who insisted on joining me. Now make yourself useful and wash my back."
Tom grinned, grabbing the body wash. "Yes, ma'am."
Slick with soap, his hands glided across my shoulders and spine. I moaned softly as his fingers worked out my muscle knots.
"Enjoying yourself?" Tom murmured.
I leaned back into him, feeling his hard cock pressed against me. "Mmm, maybe a little."
His hands slid around to my front, skimming over my stomach and up to my breasts. I gasped as he cupped them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.
"Tom," I breathed, turning in his arms to face him.
"Yes?" He looked down at me innocently, but his eyes were dark with desire.
I reached up, threading my fingers through his wet hair, and pulled him down for a kiss. It was hot and urgent, our tongues tangling as the water poured over us.
Tom's hands roamed my body, leaving fire trails in their wake. I pressed closer, relishing the feel of his wet skin against mine.
"Sara," he groaned as I nipped at his neck. "You're driving me crazy."
I smirked against his skin. "That's the idea."
His hands slid down to my ass, gripping firmly as he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, gasping as he pressed me against the cool tile wall.
Tom's lips claimed mine in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep into my mouth. I moaned as he pressed me harder against the wall, his rock-hard cock grinding against my pussy.
But then I remembered our supposed purpose here. "Tom," I breathed, reluctantly pulling back. "We're in here to shower."
He groaned, resting his forehead against mine. "I know that's why you wanted to come in. But fuck if I can resist you."
"Dirty boy," I teased, reaching between us to wrap my hand around his shaft.
Tom shuddered at my touch. "Sara..."
"Shh," I murmured against his lips before trailing hot kisses down his jaw and chest.
His hands tightened on my ass as I dropped lower, peppering his stomach with nips and licks. My knees hit the slippery floor of the shower, and I looked up at Tom through my lashes.
"I think someone needs cleaning down here, too," I purred, wrapping both hands around his thick cock.
Tom's head fell back against the tile wall with a thud. "Jesus Christ..."
I chuckled lowly before taking him into my mouth. His hips jerked forward at the contact, and he gripped the back of my head tightly.
"Sara... your mouth is so fucking good..."
I hummed appreciatively around him, taking him deeper each time. The water continued to pour over us like rain from above, but all that mattered was the taste of Tom on my tongue and the sound of his strained moans.
His cock was thick and heavy in my mouth, and I loved the way it felt. I took him in, inch by inch, feeling him stretch my lips. My hands gripped his thighs for balance, and I moved my mouth over him with increasing speed and confidence.
The steam around us mingled with our heat, turning the shower into a haze of desire. Every time I took him deeper, Tom let out a throaty groan that shot straight to my core.
"God, Sara," he rasped, his fingers threading through my hair, urging me on. "Your mouth… so fucking good."
I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum. The way he twitched against my lips made me smirk inwardly. I loved knowing I had this effect on him, that I could reduce such a composed man to breathless swearing with just my mouth.
I bobbed my head, increasing the rhythm and hollowing my cheeks to create more suction. Tom's groans filled the space, echoing off the tiles, driving me to take him deeper, faster.
He hissed between his teeth, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, Sara… gonna make me come."
I pulled back just enough to speak, my voice teasing. "Maybe that's the idea."
Before he could respond, I took him back in, paying special attention to that sensitive underside. My tongue flicked insistently as I reached up with my hand to cup his balls, massaging them in time with my movements.
Tom shuddered, cursing under his breath. His hips bucked slightly, and I steadied myself against his thighs, taking in his involuntary movements as encouragement. I reveled in the power I had over him in this moment, the way I could make him lose control with each swirl of my tongue.
"Shit!" he gasped, his fingers tightening in my hair as I brought him even closer. "I'm gonna… fuck, Sara!"
He erupted with a groan that seemed to come from deep inside him, his cock pulsing as I drank in every last drop. I kept sucking and swirling, milking him for all he was worth until I felt his legs trembling and heard his breath turn to ragged panting.
With one last soft lick, I finally pulled back, my lips swollen and reddened. I looked up at him, watching as he struggled to gather himself, his chest rising and falling heavily under the cascade of water.
"Holy shit…" he murmured, running a hand through his hair. "You're… amazing."
"Thank you."
Tom pulled me to my feet, and his mouth crashed onto mine before I could catch my breath. The kiss was rough and ravenous as if he were trying to devour every sensation I had given him moments ago.
His hands slid down my wet skin, lingering on my ass before one slipped between my legs. My breath hitched as his fingers found my pussy, sliding through the slickness with a devious skill that made my knees quiver.
"You've got your own taste, huh?" I barely managed, trying to keep the playful banter going despite the delicious distraction.
"Hell yes," he mumbled against my lips, his fingers grazing my clit with expert precision. A shiver zipped through my body, making me cling to his shoulders for balance.
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