Chapter 226
**Sara**
His lips moved against mine with a slow, intoxicating rhythm, making my thoughts swirl like the bubbles in my glass. The world around us melted away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the electric connection between us.
I kissed him back with equal fervor, my fingers tangling in his hair. Time seemed to stretch as we lost ourselves in each other, our breaths mingling in the cool evening air. His hands traced lazy patterns down my back, igniting every nerve.
Finally, we pulled apart, breathless and grinning like fools. I blinked up at him, slightly dazed by the length and intensity of the kiss. "Wow."
"Wow, indeed." He mirrored my grin, eyes twinkling with mischief. "I think that calls for an encore."
"Later," I teased, tapping his chest lightly.
Tom chuckled and set our glasses aside with a practiced ease, suggesting he had experience balancing acts while distracted. Before I could protest—or make any witty remarks—he scooped me into his arms.
"What are you doing?" I laughed, clinging to his shoulders.
"Transporting precious cargo," he replied smoothly.
As he carried me towards the hot tub, our lips found each other again. It was awkward yet exhilarating to keep kissing while moving. My legs dangled as he navigated around furniture and outdoor décor with impressive agility. This would have done it if he hadn't thoroughly charmed me.
We finally reached the hot tub nestled in the corner of the deck, steam rising invitingly from its bubbling surface. Tom paused long enough for me to catch my breath and take in our surroundings.
"This is ridiculously romantic," I admitted as he gently set me down on the tub's edge.
"I aim to please," he said, his voice low and warm like molten chocolate.
"Please tell me you didn't also hire a violinist to serenade us," I joked, kicking off my sandals and letting them tumble across the deck.
"No violinist," he assured me solemnly as he unbuttoned his shirt with a deliberate slowness that made my pulse quicken again. "Just you and me."
"And some strategically placed bubbles." I nodded toward the frothy water with mock seriousness.
"Of course." He shrugged out of his shirt with one fluid motion, revealing smooth skin and well-defined muscles that made it hard not to stare openly.
My eyes traced every line of his body, drinking in the sight. His hands moved to his belt buckle, undoing it with an agonizing slowness that made my throat dry.
"Enjoying the show?" He smirked, kicking off his shoes and dropping his pants. He stood before me in just his boxers, already half-hard and deliciously visible through the fabric.
I swallowed hard, my gaze fixed on the impressive bulge. "You're not exactly giving me much choice."
"Good. Because you've got all weekend to enjoy it up close." He slid down his boxers, freeing his thick cock that sprang to attention, hard and ready. Each muscle in his body seemed to ripple in the dim light, making me ache with desire.
I just stared, mouth slightly open. He caught my look and grinned wider. "Eyes up here," he teased, snapping me back to reality. "Or keep looking. Your call. But fair's fair. Now it's your turn."
His words sent a shiver down my spine. I hesitated momentarily, feeling his gaze's intensity on me. Then he stepped closer, his hands gently brushing against the straps of my sundress. "Let's make this a team effort."
He slid the straps off my shoulders, his fingers grazing my skin and sending sparks all over my body. The dress pooled at my feet, leaving me in my lacy bra and panties. Tom leaned in, his breath warm against my ear as his fingers skillfully unclasped my bra, letting it fall away.
"Damn," he whispered, his eyes roaming over my bare breasts. His hands cupped them, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples. I gasped at the rush of pleasure, my pulse quickening.
"You like that?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "I could play with these tits all night."
"Fuck, yes," I breathed, my back arching into his touch. His hands were magic, coaxing moans from me with every stroke of his thumbs.
He slid his fingers down to hook them into my panties, tugging them down and leaving me completely exposed. "Much better," he murmured, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Now, into the hot tub."
We climbed into the steaming water, the heat enveloping us both. Tom settled behind me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he pulled me against his chest. I could feel his hard cock pressing insistently against my lower back, making me squirm with anticipation.
His hands roamed my body under the water, exploring every curve. "Goddamn, you feel amazing," he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck. One hand found its way to my breasts again, teasing my nipples into stiff peaks. The other slid lower, gliding over my belly and down to my pussy.
I spread my legs, giving him easier access as his fingers dipped between my folds. He found my clit with expert precision, circling it in slow, deliberate movements. I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder.
"You're so wet already," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Do you want my cock inside you? Just say the word."
"Yes. Fuck, yes," I gasped, bucking against his hand. "I need you."
Tom chuckled, the sound reverberating through the water and making me want to slap him. "You know, I was thinking... maybe we should enjoy the hot tub for a while."
I twisted around to stare at him, my eyes wide with disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"
His smirk told me he was anything but. "I'm not kidding," he said, leaning back and stretching his arms along the edge of the tub like some kind of smug Adonis.
I narrowed my eyes, trying to convey every ounce of my annoyance through sheer willpower alone. "Tom," I began slowly, enunciating each word as if speaking to a particularly dense child, "we're both naked in a hot tub. And you decide now is the time for restraint?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, clearly enjoying my frustration. "What can I say? The bubbles are relaxing."
"The bubbles?" My voice went up an octave. I probably sounded like a chipmunk on helium.
"Yup," he said, closing his eyes and tilting his head back with a sigh of exaggerated contentment.
"You know what else is relaxing?" I countered, slipping my hands under the water to pinch his thigh.
He jerked upright with a yelp. "Hey!"
"That's what you get for teasing," I replied smugly.
"All right, all right." He raised his hands in surrender but didn't make any move to change his mind about our current predicament.
With an exasperated huff, I settled back against him, deciding to bide my time and plot revenge later. The warm water did feel nice on my skin, even if it wasn't quite as nice as Tom's earlier ministrations.
"So," I said after a moment of contemplative silence broken only by the gentle hum of the jets. "This is what we're doing now? Sitting here like we're middle-aged retirees?"
"Exactly," he replied with a lazy grin that made me want to kiss and throttle him simultaneously.
"You know they say patience is a virtue," Tom added sagely.
"Says who?" I grumbled.
"My grandma."
"Oh great, so now you're quoting Grandma Blackwood?"
"You'd love her. She makes amazing cookies."
"I'm sure she does." My tone was dry enough to parch the Sahara.
Tom chuckled again and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his warmth despite myself. There was something undeniably soothing about being wrapped up in him like this—even if part of me still wanted to drown him in the hot tub for torturing me so deliciously.
"I suppose we could stay here for a little longer," I relented dramatically. "If only because I'm too relaxed to get out right now."
"I knew you'd see reason eventually."
I shot him another sidelong glance that promised retribution at some future date. For now, though, this wasn't so bad. We were floating lazily together under an open sky. Stars were just beginning to peek through twilight clouds. Above us, the clouds drifted lazily overhead, resembling soft cotton candy tufts.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
