Chapter 147
**Sara**
Tom's middle finger teased my entrance and then slipped inside. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily as his finger curled, brushing that sweet spot that made my whole world spin. There was something deliciously freeing about being naked, wet, and at his mercy in this steamy cocoon.
"What's the matter?" His grin was pure mischief as he added a second finger, stretching me gently.
I moaned, my response more instinctual than verbal. "You're such an—"
He chose that moment to curl both fingers again, cutting off my retort. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of silence. "—such an arrogant bastard."
His laugh was low, vibrating through my body as he leaned in to suck on my nipple, rolling it between his teeth. My back arched, pressing closer, as the simultaneous sensations of his fingers and mouth sent shockwaves through me.
"And you're sexy as hell. So wet," he murmured, trailing his tongue across my chest to my other breast, giving it the same exquisite treatment.
"Oh god... Tom," I whimpered as his thumb began circling my clit, every flick causing ripples of desire to cascade through my body.
"Good goddamn girl," he mumbled, increasing the pace of his fingers. "Feel how tight you are, just swallowing me up."
"Oh, fuck!" I gasped at the streak of pleasure that shot through me. His words, his fingers, his mouth—it all combined into this symphony of sinful delight that made my mind go blank.
Under the stream of warm water, I let him guide me to the edge, my walls clenching around his fingers. Tom bit down lightly on my nipple, sending a pulse through me as my whole body tensed.
"Come for me," he whispered against my skin like a command, and a plea rolled into one.
And just like that, the world exploded into a blaze of white-hot ecstasy. "God, yes!" I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me in a wild, uncontrollable wave. My hips rocked against his hand, prolonging the sweet, shuddering release that had me seeing stars.
He kissed me deeply, swallowing my moans as my body finally relaxed, jelly-like, against him. His fingers slowed their rhythm, coaxing me down from the high, even as my breath still came in heaving pants.
I slumped against him, chest heaving, as the water cascaded around us like some melodramatic movie scene. Except nothing about this was fiction; every sinful, glorious detail was real.
And Tom's grin—damn, his cheeky, sexy grin—was all too real too. "Feeling clean yet?"
I rolled my eyes, trying to regain some semblance of sass. "Filthy in the best way," I quipped, running my fingers through his sodden hair.
The strands, darkened by the shower's spray, slipped through my fingers like silk. I wanted to remind him that he could barely be trusted with anything labeled 'innocent,' but the words died when his lips twisted into that unapologetic smirk of his.
"Good. Let's keep it that way," he murmured, the smirk never leaving his face.
His hand moved with deliberate slowness, tracing a line down my body. The descent was torturous, the anticipation building with each inch he traveled. My skin tingled under his touch as if whispering a secret only he could hear.
"Want to feel filthy against this wall?" His fingers circled my clit, coaxing another gasp from me as if luring that sweet secret to surface again.
I couldn't muster a proper reply—hell, I couldn't even muster a coherent thought—so I nodded, breath catching in my throat. The playful tilt of his eyebrow told me he enjoyed every second of my unraveling.
He pressed me back against the cool tile, the wall's chill starkly contrasting his heat. His cock slipped between my legs, sliding against my pussy with a tantalizing rhythm. The friction was just enough to keep me on the edge, not enough to send me over. It was enthralling, maddening, devastating.
"Tom," I gasped, my voice thick with need. "Stop teasing."
"As you wish."
With deliberate, torturous slowness, he guided himself into me. The fullness of his cock was perfect, overwhelming. The water drummed on my shoulders, forgotten as its music faded into the background of my pulse, my breath. It was like the first time all over again, the way he stretched me, filled me, became my entire focus.
"Fuck," I swore under my breath, gripping his shoulders. "You feel so damn good..."
"Music to my ears." He thrust into me, creating a delicious friction that made my nerves sing with electricity.
His actions had this raw edge of confidence, of playful dominance that made me want to buck against him, tease him right back. Each thrust drew a moan from me, a tangible reminder of his power over my senses. He pulled back almost entirely before driving in again, and I met his rhythm eagerly with each motion.
"You like that, huh?" he taunted, hands just as commanding on my hips as he made sure I took him in completely.
"Cocky bastard," I gasped out, trying to keep some semblance of wit even as he wrecked every part of my mind and body.
"Damn straight."
I wrapped my legs tighter around him, drawing him in deeper, serrated breaths matching the thrusts of his hips.
"Want it harder?" his voice, a teasing growl, barely audible over the rushing water.
I arched into him, trying to match the ferocity in his eyes. "Is that the best you got?"
"Ballsy little vixen," he chuckled before pushing into me with a new intensity that sent stars exploding behind my eyelids.
The water pounded overhead, matching the pace of our bodies. My nails dug into his shoulders, fighting to hang on through the wild tide. I could feel each beat, each clash of skin in the thin air between us. His smell, his sweat, everything slick, perfect, and so very alive. It bordered chaos and fulfillment, somewhere between madness and control.
"Tom... fuck, yes," I gasped, my voice rising with the crescendo of our bodies.
His relentless rhythm filled me with reckless abandon, draining every inhibition. I felt it building, the explosion pressing me toward that inevitable edge.
Tom lifted me effortlessly, bracing me against the wall as he adjusted the angle, driving me even deeper.
"Holy shit," I moaned, breathless at the new sensation, feeling every inch of him stroking along the tight channel of my pussy.
"Like this?" he asked.
"Fucking love it," I managed to grunt, bucking against him. "Don't stop."
His hips snapped forward, meeting mine in a sharp union that sent delicious pleasure and pain skittering across my skin. The sound of wet flesh slapping together filled the steamy enclosure.
We became a tangled, lust-driven knot, lost in the urgency of the moment. The world outside faded, noise replaced by only skin, heat, and water.
Tom's moans mingled with mine, the animal rhythm building and building until there was nothing but heat, friction, and gasping breaths. This was fucking, raw and wild, and so exquisitely primal that I could feel it echo in my bones.
The orgasm rose in me with ferocity, each thrust driving me toward it, pulling me into its embrace.
"Oh god—Tom—I'm gonna—"
He kissed me then, swallowing the climaxing cry that tore from my lips as his own release followed moments after. It was a hot, blinding wave, lifting, shattering, bringing me back to a place I never wanted to leave.
My muscles squeezed around him, milking every last pulse, every last spasm from both of us. We stayed locked together, panting and trembling, until the water started to cool, and reality slowly crept back in.
He gently, carefully pulled away, setting me back on shaky feet. My body protested the loss of him, the absence like a whisper of anticipation already murmuring between us again.
"So, are we clean now?" I breathed, tracing a lazy finger across his jaw. The sated exhaustion tugged at my limbs, wrapping me in a warm, post-orgasmic haze.
"Cleaner than an angel at confession."
"Bullshit," I laughed, swatting his arm lightly as we both caught our breath, the world slowly returning around us.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
