Chapter 160
**Sara**
I lowered my head again, taking him deeper, faster this time, working him with both lips and tongue. His hips began to rock in time with my movements, each thrust pulling him harder into my mouth.
His breathing turned ragged, a symphony of gasps and groans that spurred me on. I could feel the tension coiling in his muscles, the need tightening like a rope inside him, pulling him closer to release.
For a moment, I slowed, lavishing attention on his sensitive tip, teasing with soft swirls and gentle sucks. His fingers tightened in my hair, his control slipping. "Fuck, Sara," he groaned, his voice deliciously hoarse. "Don't stop. I'm so close."
With pleasure as my guide, I quickened my pace again, taking him as deep as I could and letting my hand stroke what I couldn't fit. His hips jerked helplessly, his breath breaking into harsh gasps.
His muscles went taut, the sensation of him throbbing in my mouth signaling his release. He came with a low, primal growl, spilling hot and fast as I swallowed eagerly, savoring every moment of his pleasure.
I pulled back, giving him one last teasing lick, and looked up at him through my lashes. His chest heaved with exertion, his eyes dazed and filled with lingering heat.
"Not bad for a fake honeymoon, huh?" I quipped, unable to resist a touch of mischief.
He laughed, reaching down to pull me back up to him. "Fuck no, Sara. Best honeymoon a guy could ask for."
"Glad to hear it." I winked, stroking his still-hard cock with a playful hand. "But now it's my turn, so no dozing off, mister."
Tom's eyes flashed with surprise, then desire. "Your turn?"
I nibbled my bottom lip and nodded slowly. "Are you already tired from that blowjob, Grandpa?"
"You little brat!" Tom lunged for me, but I danced out of reach, laughing.
"Come on, show me what you've left, old man!"
He growled playfully and began chasing me around the bed. I dodged and ducked, giggling like a schoolgirl despite my attempts to seem provocative. Tom was surprisingly quick for someone who spent more time with books than barbells, and he soon had me cornered, my back against the wall.
Pinning me in place, he pressed his body against mine. "Gotcha," he whispered, his warm breath tickling my ear.
"This isn't over," I challenged, trying to push him away, my body buzzing with anticipation.
"Oh, it's far from over, Sara. In fact, I think it's just beginning."
With that, he kissed my lips, his mouth hard and demanding. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue delved deep, tangling with mine.
His hands roamed urgently, fingers working at the clasp of my lacy bra until it sprang open. My breasts spilled free, aching for his touch. Tom's mouth trailed down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
My nipples pebbled as he teased them with his breath, playing a deliciously torturous game. "Tom, please," I whimpered.
Without warning, he captured a nipple between his lips, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. Electricity shot through me, and I dug my fingers into his hair, urging him on.
"You like that?" he murmured, continuing his tantalizing torture.
"Fuck yes," I hissed, my head falling back against the wall. "Don't stop."
Tom's mouth left wet trails down my chest as he lavished attention on one breast and then the other, his tongue and teeth driving me wild. His hands roamed freely, squeezing and molding my breasts as he worked his way back up to my mouth.
Our lips crashed together in another feverish kiss. His tongue plunged deep, taking possession of my mouth, and I moaned, hungry for more. The taste of lust on his lips—that irresistible mix of salt and sin—drove me to the edge of sanity. I wanted to devour him, to feel him inside me, filling me up until I couldn't breathe.
Tom's hands slid down my sides, leaving a trail of heat and goosebumps. When his fingers hooked under the waistband of my jeans, I arched into his touch, desperate for the fabric to disappear. He obliged with single-minded fervor, peeling the denim down my legs and taking my panties with them until I stood bare to his greedily appreciative gaze.
"Fuck, Sara," he whispered. "You're gorgeous."
A bold invitation flickered in my eyes as I leaned back against the cool wall. "Well, Mr. Blackwood, what are you waiting for?"
He just watched me, that lazy, insolent smile stretching across his face. Then he sank to his knees, which sent a bolt of excitement through my core. Seeing Tom kneeling between my legs made my heart skip several beats.
He nudged my thighs apart, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder. His breath skimmed over my skin, teasing and hot. I gasped when he leaned in and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to my inner thigh, so close and yet infuriatingly distant from where I ached for him most.
"Tom," I breathed out, the anticipation nearly driving me insane.
"Patience," he murmured, infuriatingly smooth. "It's a virtue... that I know you lack."
"Virtue's overrated, don't you think?"
His husky chuckle slid over me like silk. Then his tongue darted out, flickering over my clit, and I nearly came out of my skin. My breath stuttered to a halt, then resumed in ragged, desperate gasps as his mouth closed over me, devouring me.
"Fuck!" My voice sounded distant, caught between reality and the delirious edge Tom pushed me toward.
His tongue traced a wicked path, swirling and flicking, and then his lips wrapped around my clit and sucked gently. My knees threatened to give out, and I had to brace myself against the wall to stay upright. Pleasure shot through me in relentless waves, scorching and unyielding. I arched into his mouth, losing all sense of decorum, chasing that perfect release.
Tom hummed against me, the vibration sending electric jolts straight to my core. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer as my hips rocked instinctively against the firm pressure of his tongue.
"You taste fucking amazing," he breathed hotly against my skin.
"Don't stop," I pleaded.
He didn't answer, at least verbally, but his actions spoke volumes. His tongue explored furiously, eating at me like his last meal. All conscious thought flew out the window when his fingers joined the fray, slipping into my wet heat alongside his mouth. My world narrowed to the sensation of him filling me, the relentless tension coiling tight and hard.
He stroked deep, curling his fingers in a way that found places I didn't even know existed, while his mouth kept its sweet, torturous rhythm on my clit. It was too much, too intense, the sensations building, building until I shattered. My climax broke over me like a wave, sending me spiraling.
"Tom!" My cry echoed off the walls as I rode out the overwhelming pleasure, my body pulsing around him.
Tom's hands steadied me as the aftershocks left me trembling, grounding me as I descended from that dizzying high. I sagged against the wall, catching my breath as he stood, that wicked, satisfied grin lighting up his features.
"Looks like someone enjoyed the perks of our little getaway," he teased, swiping the back of his hand over his glistening lips.
"Could say that." I drew him close, tasting myself in his mouth as we kissed, hot and eager.
I couldn't get enough of his taste or the feeling of his hard body pressed against mine. With a swift motion, I pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips.
I raked my nails gently down his chest, enjoying the rumble of pleasure that vibrated through him in response. His cock, still half-hard, nestled against my aching core, a perfect fit that begged to be joined.
I leaned down, letting my breasts brush against his chest, and claimed his mouth in a fiery kiss. Our tongues danced wildly, clashing in a delicious battle that mirrored the thrust of our hips. My nipples tightened as they dragged across his skin, and I could feel the answering throb of his cock against my pussy.
"Damn, Sara," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. "I could get used to this honeymoon thing."
"You're telling me," I laughed, lining myself up with his cock. "But no more delay. It's time for the main event."
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