Chapter 265
**Sara**
I sped up, my movements growing more fervent. I swirled my tongue around his shaft every time I pulled back, savoring the taste of his pre-cum.
The tension in his thighs and the low groan that escaped his lips told me he was close. Determined to push him over the edge, I moved my hand to gently cup his balls, rolling them softly in my palm.
Tom's response was immediate and intense. His grip on my hair tightened, and he began to fuck my mouth in earnest, his movements urgent and desperate. Each thrust drove him deeper down my throat, and tears pricked my eyes as I fought to take all of him.
"Fuck, Sara. I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice rough and breathless.
I stopped sucking his cock, pulling back with a mischievous grin.
His eyes snapped open, filled with confusion and frustration. "Why'd you stop?"
"Just wanted to see your reaction," I teased, my tongue darting out to lick my lips.
"You're such a tease," he growled, his hands gripping my arms as he pulled me up onto his lap. His lips crashed into mine, hungry and demanding. His kiss was a mixture of frustration and desire, making my head spin.
He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. "You think you're in control here?" His hands slid down to my ass, squeezing hard. "I'll make you beg for me."
A shiver ran down my spine at his words, but I refused to back down. "Big talk for someone who was about to cum in my mouth."
His eyes darkened with lust as he gripped the hem of my blouse and pulled it over my head. "Let's see how cocky you are when I'm done with you."
I let out a gasp as his hands found my breasts, kneading them through the lace of my bra. My nipples hardened instantly under his touch, and I arched into him.
"You're already wet for me," he murmured against my skin, his lips trailing down to suck at the sensitive spot just above my collarbone.
"Maybe I am," I managed to gasp out as he tugged down the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts to the cool air. His mouth descended on one nipple, sucking hard while his fingers pinched the other.
I moaned loudly, threading my fingers through his hair and holding him close. The sensation of his mouth on me was driving me wild.
Each suck, each flick of his tongue sent electric shocks straight to my pussy. I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs, my body begging for more.
Tom lavished attention on my breasts, switching from one to the other, his mouth hot and hungry. He sucked hard on my nipple, drawing out a gasp from deep within me. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain that had me arching into him.
"Fuck, Tom," I breathed. My hands clutched at his hair, urging him on.
He pulled back suddenly, his lips glistening with the wetness from my skin. "Shit, I almost forgot."
"Forgot what?" I panted, my body still throbbing with need.
"I have something for you." He started to shift as if to get up.
I tightened my grip on his hair, pulling him back to me. "It can wait. Finish what you started."
A wicked grin spread across his face. "Tempting, but no. This is important."
"More important than your mouth on my tits?" I challenged, arching an eyebrow.
"As much as I hate to admit it, yes."
I let out a frustrated groan, releasing my hold on him. "Fine. But this better be good."
Tom smirked and gently pushed me back onto the couch. "Trust me, it's worth the wait." He stood up, his cock still hard and swinging freely. I couldn't help but reach out, trying to grasp it, but he stepped back just in time.
"Uh-uh," he teased. "Not yet."
"Asshole," I muttered. I loved this playful side of him, even if it meant I had to wait for what I really wanted.
He turned and walked away, giving me a perfect view of his ass. I admired the way his muscles flexed with each step, a sight that never failed to make my mouth water. As he disappeared into the bedroom, I leaned back against the couch cushions, trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs.
"Hurry up!" I called out, impatience getting the better of me.
"Patience, Sara," he called back, his voice muffled slightly by the distance.
I rolled my eyes, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. My pussy was soaked, my clit throbbing with need. I considered slipping a hand into my panties to ease the ache, but I knew Tom would make me pay for it later.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally emerged from the bedroom, a medium-sized box in his hands. He walked back over to the couch, his cock still hard and bobbing with each step. I licked my lips, unable to take my eyes off it.
"Here," he said, handing me the box. It was wrapped in simple black paper, a small silver ribbon tied around it.
I took the box, raising an eyebrow. "What's this?"
"Open it and find out." He sat down next to me, his hand resting on my thigh. The heat of his touch was a distraction, making it hard to focus on anything else.
I tugged at the ribbon, letting it fall to the side as I unwrapped the paper. Inside was a plain white box.
I lifted the lid of the white box, expecting something exciting, only to find another box inside. This one was slightly smaller, wrapped in dark blue paper.
"Really?" I glanced at Tom, who maintained an innocent expression.
"Keep going," he urged, his hand squeezing my thigh.
I unwrapped the blue box, revealing yet another box, this time in silver wrapping.
"Tom..." I warned, but his grin just widened.
Four boxes later, my patience was wearing thin. "If this is your idea of a joke..."
"You're getting warmer." His fingers traced patterns on my bare skin, making it hard to concentrate.
"I swear if there's nothing but the air in the final box..." I opened another one, finding an even tinier package inside.
"Would I do that to you?" Tom's eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Yes. Yes, you absolutely would." I tossed aside what must have been the eighth box. "How many more?"
"Almost there."
The pile of discarded boxes and wrapping paper grew around us. Each reveal led to another diminishing box, like some sort of twisted Russian nesting doll situation.
"This is ridiculous." I couldn't help but laugh as I opened what felt like the hundredth box. "You're just messing with me now."
Finally, I held a tiny box in my palm, no bigger than a matchbox. "This better be the last one."
"Open it," Tom whispered against my ear.
I popped open the lid and stared at the contents. A small yellow plush emoji stared back at me, its stitched face frozen in laughter.
"You..." I turned to Tom, who was now openly laughing. "You absolute..."
"The look on your face," he managed between chuckles. "Priceless."
"I can't believe you made me open all those boxes for a laughing emoji." I picked up the tiny plush and threw it at his head.
"Worth it," he grinned, catching the emoji before it hit him. "Completely worth it."
I glared at him, still frustrated from both his teasing and the interrupted intimacy. "I should make you pay for that."
"Oh?" His eyes sparkled with that infuriating mix of amusement and desire. "And how exactly would you do that?"
"I have ideas." I shifted on the couch, very aware that I was still topless and wet between my legs.
"Hold that thought." Tom jumped up, his cock still proudly on display. "Just a minute."
"If you return with another box, I swear to God..."
He disappeared into the bedroom again, and I flopped back against the couch cushions with an exaggerated sigh. My nipples were still hard from his earlier attention, and the cool air made me shiver.
When he returned, he held another small box wrapped in elegant black paper with a silver bow.
"Seriously?" I crossed my arms under my breasts, pushing them up. "There's probably nothing in there too."
His eyes dropped to my chest before snapping back up to my face. "Open it."
"Fine." I snatched the box from his hand, making sure my movement caused my breasts to bounce. "But if this is another emoji..."
I unwrapped it slowly, partly because I was suspicious and partly to torture him. The paper fell away to reveal a velvet jewelry box. My heart skipped a beat as I opened it.