Chapter 161
**Sara**
With a sinful smile, I lowered myself onto him, taking him inch by delicious inch until he filled me completely. We moaned in unison, the exquisite sensation of our bodies uniting, overwhelming every other thought in my mind.
I began moving slowly, relishing how he stretched and filled me. His hands spanned my waist, guiding my movements as I picked up the pace, riding him with fierce abandon.
His eyes, darkened with desire, watched my every move. "You're so fucking sexy when you take charge," he growled. "But this time, let me be in control."
Before I could respond, he rolled us over, his powerful body pinning me to the bed. I loved the weight of him on top of me, the feeling of being wanted, possessed. His hands gripped my wrists, holding them above my head as he began to thrust, his cock plunging deep.
"Oh, fuck," I cried out, my voice edged with surprise and pleasure. "More, Tom, more!"
He obliged, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that had me seeing stars. My breasts bounced with each thrust, my nipples tightening to painful peaks. I arched my back, offering myself to him, my pussy clenching around his cock as he drove into me again and again.
"That's it," he grunted, his breath hot against my neck. "Take it all."
I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him on, meeting his thrusts with my own. The headboard banged against the wall with each relentless drive of his hips, a backdrop to our erotic symphony. The friction of his cock against my sensitive clit sent sparks of pleasure coursing through me, building toward another climax.
Suddenly, he shifted, altering the angle of his thrusts. His cock hit a spot deep inside me that had my eyes rolling back in my head.
"Oh my God," I gasped, my entire body aflame. "Right there, Tom, right fucking there!"
He grinned, wicked and wanton, and continued to pound into me, hitting that sweet spot with each thrust. My nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks that would surely be there tomorrow. But I didn't care; all I knew was the blinding pleasure he was giving me.
"Come on, Sara," he urged, his breath coming in sharp pants. "Let go for me."
I moaned, helpless in the face of the overwhelming sensations he was eliciting. My pussy clenched around him, milking his cock as I teetered on the edge.
"Fuck, Sara, your tight pussy... I'm not gonna..." He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he approached his own climax.
I wasn't going to let him have all the fun. Digging deep, I found the strength to buck my hips up to meet his, driving him even deeper. With a strangled cry, I tumbled over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me with the force of a freight train.
"Yes, yes, YES!" I cried out, my back arching off the bed as the waves of pleasure crashed over me.
Tom followed close behind, his body going rigid as he buried himself to the hilt. With a hoarse shout, he spilled himself into me, his cock pulsing with each spurt.
I panted, relishing the feeling of him still deep inside me, our bodies joined in the aftermath of our passionate release. His breath tickled my neck, his lips ghosting kisses across my shoulder. My fingers trailed lazily down his spine, my body feeling languid and sated.
I couldn't help but smile, basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter. Tom's weight on top of me was comforting, grounding me in the moment.
"Well," I murmured, my voice still a bit breathless, "I'd say we thoroughly enjoyed our fake honeymoon, wouldn't you?"
"I'd say that's an understatement, Mrs. Fake-Blackwood."
I gave his shoulder a playful swat. "Hey now, I never agreed to take your name, even in our imaginary marriage."
"Oh? Planning to be a modern, independent fake wife, are we?"
"You bet your ass I am," I retorted, sticking my tongue out at him.
Tom laughed and slowly eased himself out of me, eliciting a soft whimper from my lips at the sudden emptiness. I watched, fascinated, as his glistening cock slid free, a small trail of our combined juices clinging to him.
"Mmm, look at the mess we made," he murmured, running a finger through the wetness on my thighs. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he brought the digit to his mouth, sucking it clean with an exaggerated hum of satisfaction.
I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't deny the flutter of arousal the gesture inspired. "Show-off."
He laughed and settled beside me on the bed, propping himself on one elbow to gaze at me. "What can I say? I take pride in my work."
I swatted his chest playfully. "I thought you were just in it for the free honeymoon."
"Trust me, I'm getting plenty out of this arrangement." His fingers trailed lazily up and down my arm, raising goosebumps. "I have to admit, the company is the real perk."
"Smooth talker."
"Only for you." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of my nose. "So, what do you want to do now? We've got all weekend to ourselves, and I'm open to suggestions."
I hummed thoughtfully, enjoying the warmth of his body beside mine. "We could start by cleaning up this 'mess' you mentioned." I arched a brow at him coyly. "Unless you're planning on leaving it for housekeeping to find."
"Nah, we should take care of that ourselves. Don't want to traumatize the poor staff, after all."
"Mmhmm." I nodded sagely. "Can't have them thinking we're a couple of wild, unrestrained animals, can we?"
"Exactly." He quickly kissed my lips, then rolled off the bed, extending his hand to help me. "Come on, let's go christen the shower."
I accepted his offer, allowing him to pull me into his arms. "Ooh, multitasking, I like it." I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear. "Just try to keep your hands to yourself this time. I'm a delicate flower, you know."
His chest rumbled with laughter as he guided me toward the bathroom. "Somehow, I doubt that."
The warm spray of the shower felt heavenly against my skin, and I couldn't resist the temptation to press my body against Tom's, reveling in the slick slide of our wet forms. His hands roamed freely, mapping the curves of my hips and waist, but he kept his touch light and playful, respecting my earlier request.
"You know," I murmured, tracing patterns on his chest with my fingertips, "we could always stay here all weekend. We could order room service, watch terrible movies, and work on our tan lines."
"Sounds like a perfect weekend to me. But I must admit, I was hoping to take you out and show you off a bit."
I quirked a brow at him. "Oh? Got something special planned, do you?"
"Maybe. But I'm also open to suggestions. What did you have in mind?"
"Hmm, well, a girl could go for a nice dinner, maybe a stroll along the beach at sunset. Perhaps even a little dancing if the mood strikes."
"I'm quite the accomplished dancer. But I'm not sure I can keep my hands to myself if we take to the dance floor."
I giggled, trailing my fingers down his chest. "Well, I suppose I could make an exception, just this once. As long as you promise to keep the groping to a minimum."
"I make no such promises. But I'll do my best to behave. Can't have you thinking I'm some kind of animal, after all."
"Hmm, we'll see about that." I closed the distance, capturing his mouth in a deep, languid kiss that left us both breathless.
When we finally parted, I looked up, smiling coyly. "So, what else did you consider for our little getaway?"
"I have a few ideas up my sleeve. But we should play the rest of this weekend by ear. After all, the best adventures are the unplanned ones, don't you agree?"
I laughed at his playfulness. "Spontaneity, huh? Alright, you've got a deal. Lead the way, Tom. I'm all yours."
His arms tightened around me, and he kissed my lips tenderly. "That's what I like to hear."
With that, he turned off the water and guided me out of the shower, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. Whatever he had in store, I knew one thing for sure - this would be a weekend I'd never forget.