Chapter 240
**Sara**
He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing me as he held my gaze. "Ready?"
I nodded, my heart pounding. "More than ready."
With a slow thrust, he filled me, his length stretching me to the perfect point of pleasure. I moaned, my back arching as he bottomed out inside me. "Fuck, you feel so good."
He pulled out slowly, only to thrust back in, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. I cried out, my fingers digging into the rock as he began to move in earnest, his hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm that had the rock creaking in protest.
"You like that?" he asked, his voice rough as he withdrew and plunged back in. "Like my big cock stretching that tight pussy of yours?"
"Yes," I gasped, my hips moving to meet his. "More. Harder."
He obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, slamming into me with force. The rock whined in protest, but we didn't care. Tom braced one hand on the stone, using the other to grip my hip as he drove into me over and over, his cock thrusting deep, hitting that spot that made my vision blur.
"Fuck, you feel amazing." He grunted the words, his thrusts becoming frenzied as he chased his own release. "So tight. So wet."
I moved with him, meeting each thrust with an upward push of my hips. My breasts bounced with the force of our movements, my nipples brushing against his chest with each stroke.
"Fuck, you're so damn tight," Tom groaned, his voice dripping with raw need. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through my body, making me gasp and moan.
"Oh god, yes," I cried out, my eyes squeezing shut as he pounded into me. My vision blurred, and my body felt like it was on fire. "Just like that... don't stop..."
His lips found my nipple, sucking hard before letting it pop free with an audible sound. "I won't," he promised, his voice a ragged whisper. "Gonna fuck this pussy until you're screaming."
I laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as his cock hit that sweet spot again. "You're already halfway there."
"You think?" He flexed his hips, driving into me with renewed vigor.
"Yes," I gasped, my breasts rubbing against him with each thrust. "Oh god, yes!"
Tom leaned back slightly, gripping my ass with both hands as he drove into me faster. The slick sounds of our bodies colliding echoed around us, mixing with my shameless moans and his guttural grunts.
"Come on, Sara," he urged, his words a low growl. "Come for me. I want to feel you squeeze my cock."
I was close, so fucking close. The pleasure coiled tight in my core, ready to snap. His cock stretched me perfectly, each thrust sending me teetering closer to the edge. "Keep talking," I begged, my voice barely a whisper. "Tell me what you want."
"I want to feel this tight pussy milk my cock," he growled, his hips snapping forward. "I want to hear you scream my name as you come." He bent forward, his mouth inches from my ear. "I want everyone to know who's making you scream."
"Tom," I moaned, my body arching off the rock as he drove into me, each thrust sending sparks through my body. "Oh fuck, Tom, I'm gonna—"
"Do it," he urged, his voice rough with need. "Come for me, Sara."
That was all it took. My body shattered around him, a strangled cry tearing from my throat as my orgasm crashed through me. My pussy clamped down on his cock, the waves of pleasure so intense I saw stars.
"Fuck, that's it," Tom groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. "So fucking tight... gonna make me come..."
"Yes," I cried, my whole body trembling with aftershocks. "Come inside me. I want to feel it."
With a final, desperate thrust, he buried himself deep, his cock pulsating as he emptied himself into the condom. His moan was guttural, almost animalistic, as he rode out his release.
We were both still for a moment, our breaths mingling as we tried to catch them.
Tom's weight pressed me against the warm rock, his heart hammering against my chest in sync with mine.
"Well," I managed between breaths, "I think we just gave those birds quite a show."
Tom lifted his head, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Forget the birds. I'm pretty sure the entire forest heard you."
"Me?" I smacked his shoulder playfully. "You weren't exactly quiet yourself."
He carefully pulled out, making me wince slightly at the loss. "Let's get cleaned up before we turn into prunes."
I tried to stand, but my legs felt like jelly. "Ugh, I think you broke me."
"Want me to carry you?" His eyes twinkled with amusement.
"My hero." I batted my eyelashes dramatically. "But no, I think I can manage the whole ten feet to the water."
We waded into the cool stream, the water refreshing against our heated skin. I ducked under, letting the current wash away the sweat and other evidence of our activities.
"Your hair's all messed up," Tom pointed out, reaching over to help untangle a leaf that had somehow wound up in my locks.
"I wonder whose fault that is?" I splashed him playfully. "Mr. I-need-to-grab-everything-in-reach?"
He caught my hand mid-splash, pulling me close. "I didn't hear any complaints when I was grabbing."
"True." I pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "But now I look like I've been thoroughly ravished in the wilderness."
"That's because you have been." His hands slid down my back, cupping my ass underwater. "Multiple times, if I recall correctly."
I wiggled away from his wandering hands. "Down, boy. Let me at least catch my breath before you start getting ideas again."
"Too late." But he behaved himself, helping me rinse off instead of starting round... what number were we on now?
The cool water felt divine, washing away the evidence of our passionate encounter while leaving the delicious ache in my muscles as a reminder. Tom helped me clean up; his touches were gentle and caring rather than demanding.
"My clothes are all the way over there," I pouted, pointing to the pile we'd left on the rocks.
Tom grinned. "Race you?"
"Not fair! Your legs are longer." But I was already splashing toward shore, trying not to slip on the smooth rocks underfoot.
He caught up easily, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me clear off my feet. "Got you."
"Cheater!" I squirmed in his grip, laughing as water dripped everywhere. "Put me down, you caveman."
"As you wish." He set me down next to our clothes, then reached for his boxer briefs. "Ladies first."
I wrung out my hair, watching droplets cascade down my skin. "Such a gentleman. Now turn around while I get dressed."
"Seriously?" He raised an eyebrow. "After what we just did?"
"Humor me." I shooed him with my hands. "A girl needs some mystery."
He turned around, chuckling. "You're ridiculous."
I slipped on my bra and panties, trying not to get them too wet. "You like it."
"Can't argue with that."
The jeans were a nightmare to pull on over damp skin, requiring an ungraceful hopping dance that had Tom snickering. "I can hear you laughing!"
"I would never." But his shoulders shook with barely contained mirth.
I pulled my sweater over my head, then tackled him from behind. "Okay, your turn."
He spun around, still only in his boxer briefs, and caught me against his chest. "You sure you want me to get dressed?"
"Yes, because I'm starving."
He pulled on his jeans and shirt while I gathered our scattered belongings. "I think your hair tie is somewhere in South America by now."
"Worth it." I grinned, linking my arm through his as we started the walk back.
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