Chapter 252
**Sara**
He rode me through my orgasm, his cock slamming into me with relentless force. Just as my body began to come down from the high, he pulled out, leaving me gasping and empty.
I heard the sound of the scarf being untied, and then my hands were free. I shook them out, flexing my fingers to regain blood flow. Tom lay back on the bed, his chest heaving, his cock standing tall and proud, glistening with my juices.
"Come here," he growled, crooking a finger at me.
I crawled over to him, straddling his hips. His cock pressed against my pussy, hot and demanding. I rubbed against him, coating his shaft with my wetness, teasing us both.
"Stop fucking around, Sara," he grunted, grabbing my hips. "Ride me."
I grinned, loving the desperation in his voice. I reached down, positioning his cock at my entrance. Then, with a slow, torturous slide, I lowered myself onto him.
His eyes rolled back, a groan escaping his lips. "Fuck, you're killing me," he muttered, his fingers digging into my hips.
I leaned forward, my hands pressing into his chest. I began to move, sliding up and down his cock, riding him with slow, deliberate strokes. His eyes locked onto mine, his jaw clenched tight.
"Faster," he demanded, his voice rough.
I ignored him, keeping my pace steady and slow. I wanted to draw this out, to make him suffer like he'd made me suffer. His hands slid up to my breasts, squeezing them, thumbs circling my nipples. I gasped, my pace faltering slightly.
"That's cheating," I panted, my body responding to his touch.
He grinned, unapologetic. "I never said I played fair."
I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips. I increased my pace, riding him faster, my body bouncing against his. His hands moved to my ass, gripping it tightly, guiding my movements.
I leaned back, my hands bracing on his thighs. This new angle sent his cock even deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside me. I moaned, my head falling back, my hair cascading down my shoulders.
Tom's thumb found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles. Pleasure coiled in my belly, my body tensing as another orgasm built. I rode him harder, chasing that sweet release.
"That's it," he groaned, his voice strained. "Ride my cock. Make yourself come."
His words sent me over the edge. I cried out, my body convulsing as pleasure washed over me. Tom gripped my hips, his cock pulsing inside me as he found his own release.
I collapsed onto his chest, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged and uneven. His heart pounded beneath my ear, a steady, comforting rhythm.
I could feel his cock softening inside me, the condom a thin barrier between us.
Tom shifted, his hands moving to my hips. "Up you go," he murmured, gently lifting me.
I groaned in protest but complied, his cock slipping out of me.
He held the base of the condom, sliding it off and tying it with a quick, practiced motion. He tossed it into the trash can beside the bed, then turned back to me with a wicked grin.
"What are you smiling about?" I asked, eying him warily.
"Just thinking about another round," he said, his hand sliding down to my pussy. He cupped it, his fingers teasing my entrance.
"Another round?" I raised an eyebrow. My muscles were pleasantly sore, and I could barely imagine moving.
"You know you want to," Tom whispered, trailing his fingers along my arm.
I collapsed onto his chest, my hair spreading across him like a fan. "Later. Much later. Right now, my stomach is staging a revolution against me."
He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. "When was the last time you ate?"
"Lunch? Maybe?" I scrunched my nose, trying to remember. "Does coffee count as food?"
"Not even close." His hand found its way to my hair, stroking it absently. "We could order pizza."
"Mmm." I nuzzled into his chest. "Pizza sounds heavenly right now. But that requires moving, and I'm quite comfortable here."
"I have an app on my phone. Zero movement required." His other hand traced lazy circles on my back.
"Mmm, okay. But I want pepperoni. And extra cheese." I stretched lazily against him, feeling boneless and satisfied. "And garlic bread. Definitely garlic bread."
"Demanding little thing, aren't you?" He pinched my side playfully.
I swatted his hand away. "Hey, you worked up my appetite. This is entirely your fault."
"My fault?" His eyebrows shot up. "Pretty sure you were a very willing participant."
"Details." I waved my hand dismissively. "Now, feed me before I start gnawing on your arm."
Tom laughed, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead before sliding out from under me. "Don't move. I'll grab my phone."
"As if I could." I flopped face-first into the pillow, my voice muffled. "Pretty sure my legs don't work anymore."
I heard him padding across the room, followed by the sound of clothes rustling as he presumably searched for his phone. A moment later, the bed dipped as he settled back beside me.
"Found it," he announced triumphantly. "Now, what size pizza are we thinking?"
I rolled over to face him, noting with appreciation that he hadn't bothered putting clothes on. "Large. No, I need an extra large. I'm starving."
"You planning to eat all that yourself?" He started tapping on his phone.
"Maybe." I scooted closer, peering at his screen. "Ooh, they have that stuffed crust thing."
"Jesus, Sara." He laughed but added it anyway. "Anything else? Should I order the entire menu while I'm at it?"
"Don't tempt me." I propped my chin on his shoulder. "But yes, add those cinnamon stick things for dessert."
He turned his head to look at me. "You're going to be in a food coma."
"Worth it." I pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Plus, I'll need the energy for later."
His fingers stilled on the phone. "Later?"
"Mhm." I trailed my fingers down his chest. "You did mention another round..."
He grabbed my wandering hand. "Food first. Then we'll talk about another round."
"Fine." I pouted, watching as he finished placing the order. "How long?"
Tom tossed his phone aside and pulled me closer, planting a firm kiss on my lips. "Thirty minutes," he murmured against my mouth. "Think you can wait that long?"
I grinned, pushing him away playfully. "I can manage. But you might want to clean up a bit." I gestured vaguely to our naked, post-sex states.
He looked down at himself, then at me, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Shower?"
I nodded, scooting off the bed. "Race you there."
Before he could react, I darted towards the bathroom, laughing as I heard him scramble to catch up. I made it to the bathroom first, flicking on the light and turning the shower knob to hot.
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