Chapter 180
**Sara**
My body melted against his as his hands continued their maddening assault on my breasts, making my knees weak and my breath catch in my throat.
His hands roamed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my jeans. I arched into his touch, craving more. But just as he reached the edge of my panties, he pulled back.
"Damn tease," I muttered.
"Practice," he reminded me with a wicked grin. "It's all about control."
I wanted to argue, but how his fingers hovered just out of reach drove me insane. He was right; this was torture.
"I hate you," I whispered breathlessly.
"No, you don't." His voice was smug and infuriatingly right.
My fingers tangled in his hair as I yanked him closer. "Shut up and touch me already."
His eyes darkened with desire as he finally slipped his hand inside my panties. The first touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips.
"Goddamn," he murmured against my neck, his fingers moving expertly over my clit. "You're so fucking wet."
"All your fault," I managed to gasp out between shudders of pleasure.
His lips curved into a smile against my skin as he pressed harder, sending waves of ecstasy through me. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of his touch.
"Control yourself," he teased.
"Fuck control," I shot back, grinding against his hand desperately.
He chuckled darkly before slipping two fingers inside me, making me cry out in pleasure. My head fell back against the couch as he pumped them slowly at first, then faster until I was writhing beneath him.
"You're going to make such a mess," he whispered. "And it's all because you can't control yourself."
"Screw you," I panted, barely coherent through the haze of pleasure.
Tom just laughed, the bastard, as he added a third finger, stretching me open and driving me insane. "Who's the one out of control now?" He pumped his fingers in and out, teasing my clit with his thumb.
"Oh God, don't stop." I was losing my mind, my back arching off the couch as he brought me closer and closer. "Please, don't stop."
"Say it again," he teased, playing with me.
"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse with need. "Please, Tom."
"That's more like it." He swore under his breath, clearly as affected as I was. But then, right when I was on the brink, he suddenly pulled his fingers out and away.
"What the fuck?" I gasped, scrambling to catch my breath. "Why did you stop?"
"You're the one who said I should practice self-control."
"That was before." I grabbed his hand, trying to pull his fingers back where I needed them. "Now, I just need you to fuck me."
He caught my wrist. "And what if I said no?"
"No?" I wriggled in his lap, desperate to get some friction against my sensitive clit. "Why would you do that?"
"Because it turns me on to see you squirm." His thumb traced slow circles on my inner thigh, teasing me. "To know that I can have this power over you."
"Fuck you," I growled, my nails digging into his arms. "Just do it already."
Without another word, he lifted me effortlessly and laid me down on the couch. The leather felt cool against my overheated skin.
He quickly worked on my jeans, yanking them and tossing them aside. My panties were next, but he paused to run a finger along the damp fabric.
"Already soaked," he murmured, more to himself than to me. "Guess I did a good job, huh?"
"Don't get cocky," I retorted breathily.
His fingers danced over my panties, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. "Who's cocky now?"
Before I could snap back, he pulled my panties aside. The sudden rush of cool air made me shiver.
"Goddamn," he whispered, his breath hot against my thigh.
I could feel his gaze on me, taking in every detail. Then his mouth was on me, hot and wet. He started with slow licks like he was savoring every taste. His tongue flicked over my clit in a rhythm that had me arching off the couch.
"Oh fuck," I gasped, gripping the armrest so hard my knuckles turned white.
Tom chuckled against me, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation. His fingers slipped inside me again, moving in sync with his tongue. The combination had me seeing stars.
"You taste so fucking good," he mumbled between licks. "Like honey."
"Shut up and keep going," I panted.
He obliged, his tongue working faster now. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through me, building up until I thought I might explode. His fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot that made my vision blur.
"Tom... oh God..." My voice was barely a whisper.
He didn't let up, driving me closer to the edge with every flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers. My body tensed, every muscle coiling tight as I hovered on the brink.
Then he sucked hard on my clit, and I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave, leaving me gasping for air and clutching at him for support.
Tom didn't stop until I was trembling from aftershocks. He finally pulled back, licking his lips like he'd just tasted the finest dessert.
"Goddamn," he repeated, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You're fucking delicious."
I managed a weak laugh. "You're such an asshole."
"An asshole who just made you come harder than ever." He grinned smugly.
I rolled my eyes but couldn't argue with him. He climbed back onto the couch beside me, pulling me into his arms.
"You okay?" he asked softly.
"Better than okay," I admitted, snuggling against him.
He kissed the top of my head. "Good."
We lay there, catching our breath and enjoying the post-orgasmic haze. But even as contentment settled over us, a tiny voice in the back of my mind reminded me that this wasn't just about sex anymore. Tom was becoming something more to me—something complicated and wonderful all at once.
But that was a problem for another day. For now, I was perfectly happy being wrapped up in his arms on this ridiculously comfortable couch.
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