Chapter 227
**Sara**
Tom leaned in and kissed my neck, his lips warm and teasing.
I could feel his thick cock pressing insistently against my ass, a constant reminder of how much he wanted me. His hand wandered from my waist up to my breasts, cupping them and giving them a firm squeeze.
A moan escaped my lips, the surprise and delight mingling with the pleasure he was coaxing from my body. "You're such a tease," I murmured, tilting my head to give him better access to my neck.
"Maybe, but you love it," he replied, his breath hot against my skin.
Tom's fingers found my nipples, pinching them lightly before rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation sent electricity straight to my core, making me squirm in his lap. His other hand slid down my stomach, inching closer to my pussy with every passing second. Anticipation built within me, my breath growing ragged.
"You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?"
"That's the idea," he replied, his hand reaching its destination. His fingers parted my folds, finding my clit and circling it with expert precision. My moan was more of a desperate whimper now, my body aching for more.
Tom kept kissing my neck, his lips grazing my sensitive skin as his fingers worked magic. He pinched my nipples again, the mixture of pleasure and pain making me arch against him. I could feel the slickness between my legs, my pussy practically begging for his cock.
"Fuck, Tom," I gasped, my hips grinding against his hand. "You're gonna make me come."
"That's the idea."
His fingers moved faster, circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure.
I couldn't hold back the moans and gasps that spilled from my lips, my entire body coiling tighter and tighter. His hand on my breasts continued its assault, squeezing and pinching, making my nipples hard and sensitive.
"Come for me, Sara," he whispered, his lips trailing down my neck. "Let go."
His words pushed me over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave. I cried out, my body trembling as the pleasure washed over me.
Tom didn't let up, his fingers still working my pussy and his other hand kneading my breasts. The sensations were almost too much, my nerves alight with raw, unfiltered pleasure.
"Goddamn, Tom," I panted, trying to catch my breath. "You really know how to ruin a relaxing bath."
"Ruin? I'm pretty sure I just made it better."
"Asshole." I laughed, though it was weak. I was still coming down from the high.
Tom grinned and kissed my shoulder, and I could feel his cock, hard and pressing insistently against my ass. "We've got all night," he said, his voice dripping with promise. "And I'm not done with you yet."
I let out a dramatic sigh, feigning exasperation. "Oh, the hardship of it all."
"Poor thing," he murmured, lips teasing my skin.
The heat from the hot tub mixed with the lingering glow of my orgasm, enveloping us in a warm, intimate bubble. I felt alive, my senses heightened and attuned to every touch and whisper.
I turned around to face Tom, who was watching me with that intense, piercing gaze that always made my heart stutter.
Without a word, I leaned in and kissed him, our lips meeting with a hungry urgency. His taste, mingled with the flavor of the champagne we'd been drinking earlier, was intoxicating. My hands roamed his shoulders and down his chest, mapping out the hard planes of muscle under my fingertips.
Tom kissed me back with equal fervor, his tongue exploring my mouth and making my thoughts scatter. I let out a soft moan, the sound swallowed by his lips.
My hand found its way underwater and wrapped around his thick cock. I gave it a slow, deliberate stroke, feeling it twitch and grow even harder beneath my touch. He let out a groan, the sound vibrating through both our bodies.
"Fuck, Sara," he murmured against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. "You've got no idea how good that feels."
I grinned, giving his cock another languid stroke that made his hips jerk. "I might have some idea," I teased, biting his lower lip gently.
His eyes darkened with lust, and he kissed me harder, his hands gripping my waist under the water. My body responded to his touch, craving more of our shared connection. I moved my hand up and down his shaft, feeling every ridge and vein, enjoying the way he shuddered with pleasure.
"You're driving me insane," he panted, his lips trailing down my neck and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
"Good," I whispered, my voice a mix of playfulness and desire. "That's the idea."
I kept stroking his cock, loving the way it felt in my hand. Thick and hard and pulsing with need. The sensation was addictive, the power I had over him as intoxicating as any drug. Each stroke felt like a promise of what was to come, heightening our tension.
Tom groaned, his grip tightening on my waist. "Fuck, Sara," he gasped hoarsely with desire.
Before I could respond, he smoothly lifted me out of the hot tub. Water cascaded off our bodies, and the cool air hit my skin and made me shiver. He carried me to the lounge area on the private deck, his eyes never leaving mine.
He set me down gently on a cushioned chair and grabbed a towel from a nearby table. His hands were surprisingly tender as he dried me off, his touch lingering on my breasts and between my thighs.
"You're killing me here," I said with a laugh, squirming under his ministrations.
"Patience," he replied with a smirk that made me want to smack and kiss him simultaneously.
"Stay here," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Where are you going?" I asked, curiosity and frustration mingling in my voice.
"You'll see." He winked before disappearing back into the mansion.
I sat there, wondering what he was up to. My body still hummed with the aftermath of my orgasm, every nerve ending sensitive and craving more. The night air was cool against my skin, contrasting with the heat from my core.
I glanced around the deck, taking in the soft glow of lanterns and the sound of water gently lapping against the tub. The ambiance was perfect for romance—or whatever we were doing.
Moments later, Tom returned, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a black silk blindfold in his hand.
"What's that for?" I asked, already guessing but enjoying playing coy.
"You'll see," he replied with a grin that made my stomach flip.
He slipped the blindfold over my eyes, and the world plunged into darkness. My senses heightened instantly; every sound and touch felt magnified.
"What are you up to?" I tried to keep my voice steady, but the excitement leaked through.
No response. Instead, I felt his hands on my shoulders, guiding me back onto the chair. His fingers brushed down my arms before gripping my thighs, spreading them apart with deliberate care. The vulnerability of being blindfolded made everything feel more intense.
"Tom?" My voice wavered just slightly.
Still no answer. Instead, I felt his fingers trace my inner thighs, inching closer to my pussy. My breath hitched as he reached his destination, his touch light but electric.
Suddenly, a sharp sting jolted through me as he slapped my pussy. The unexpected sensation made me gasp, a mix of pleasure and surprise flooding through me.
"Fuck!" The word slipped out before I could stop it.
Tom chuckled softly but still didn't say anything. The next sensation was even more startling—a cold, hard object pressing against my clit. Ice? The shock of it made me yelp and squirm against his hold.
"Tom!" My voice was half-laughing, half-breathless.
He still didn't speak but moved the ice up to my nipples, circling each one until they hardened into stiff peaks. The contrast between the cold ice and his warm hands sent shivers through me. I could hear him chuckle under his breath, clearly enjoying this far too much.
"You bastard," I managed to gasp out between ragged breaths.
He laughed openly at that but still didn't respond verbally. Instead, he brought the ice back down to my pussy, circling my clit again before sliding it between my folds. The coldness mingled with my arousal in an intoxicating mix that left me whimpering and moaning under his touch.
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