Chapter 341
**Sara**
"Fuck!" I cried out, one hand flying to grip his hair while the other scrambled for purchase against the slick tile wall.
He licked a long, slow stripe up my pussy before focusing on my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue. My hips bucked involuntarily, but his hands held me firmly in place.
"Stay still," he ordered, pulling back just enough to speak. "Or I'll stop."
"You wouldn't dare," I gasped.
His response was to slide two fingers back inside me while his tongue continued its relentless assault on my clit. I bit my lip hard, fighting to keep my hips still as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level.
"Tom, please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.
He hummed against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. His fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot while his tongue flicked rapidly over my clit.
"I'm gonna-" I couldn't even finish the sentence as my orgasm crashed over me, my body clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure washed through me. My legs trembled, and if not for his arm around my waist, I might have collapsed.
Tom worked me through it, his movements gentler now but no less insistent, drawing out every last tremor until I pushed his head away, too sensitive to take anymore.
He rose to his feet, his lips glistening with my arousal, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Still think I need to try harder?"
I narrowed my eyes at him, still catching my breath. "Shut up."
"Make me," he challenged, throwing my own words back at me.
Challenge accepted. I pushed him back until he bumped against the sink counter, then dropped to my knees in front of him. His cock stood proud, hard, and ready, and I couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight.
"Fuck, Sara," he groaned, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head. "You look so fucking hot like this."
I smirked up at him, maintaining eye contact as I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, gathering the drop of pre-cum that had formed there. His sharp intake of breath was incredibly satisfying.
"You taste good," I told him, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered, his fingers tightening in my hair.
I took my time, stroking him slowly while placing open-mouthed kisses along his length. His cock twitched in my hand, and I could feel him fighting to stay still.
"Sara, please," he groaned, his voice strained.
"Please what?" I asked innocently, looking up at him through my lashes.
"Stop teasing and suck my cock," he demanded.
I grinned. "Since you asked so nicely..."
Without further warning, I took him into my mouth, sliding down until he hit the back of my throat. His groan was loud enough to echo off the bathroom walls, his hand tightening in my hair.
"Fuck, your mouth," he gasped as I began to bob my head, taking him deep with each movement. "So fucking good."
I hummed around him, enjoying the way his hips jerked in response. My hand worked what wouldn't fit in my mouth, twisting slightly on the upstroke in the way I knew drove him crazy.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice wrecked. "Take my cock just like that."
I increased my pace, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked harder. His breathing grew ragged, his grip on my hair almost painful as he fought not to thrust into my mouth.
"Sara, I'm close," he warned, trying to pull back. "If you don't stop-"
I doubled my efforts, making it clear I had no intention of stopping. His control finally snapped, his hips jerking as he came with a shout of my name, his release hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed around him, working him through his orgasm until he gently pushed me away, too sensitive to take anymore.
"Fuck," he breathed, helping me to my feet. "You're incredible."
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, feeling pretty smug. "I know."
He pulled me against him for a kiss that was surprisingly tender, given what we'd just been doing.
When he pulled back, his eyes were soft. "Shower's probably cold by now."
I glanced over at the still-running shower. "Only one way to find out."
He took my hand, leading me into the spacious shower stall. Thankfully, the water was still warm, and I sighed as it cascaded over my skin.
Tom reached for the shampoo, pouring some into his palm. "Turn around."
I did as he asked, closing my eyes as his fingers worked the shampoo into my hair, massaging my scalp with just the right amount of pressure. "Mmm, that feels amazing."
"You deserve to be pampered," he said simply, continuing his ministrations.
I leaned back against him, enjoying the feeling of his hands in my hair and his solid presence behind me. "If this is how all our showers are going to be, I might never leave Australia."
I felt his chest rumble with laughter. "Don't tempt me. I'd keep you here in a heartbeat."
"What about my job? My apartment? My life back home?" I teased, knowing he wasn't serious.
"Details," he dismissed, guiding me under the spray to rinse my hair. "I'd buy you a new apartment. Hell, I'd buy you the whole building if it meant waking up to you every day."
The casual way he mentioned spending what must be millions of dollars still threw me off balance. "You can't just throw money at everything, Tom."
"Why not? It's just sitting there otherwise." He reached for the body wash, squeezing some onto a loofah. "Turn around; let me wash your back."
I complied, enjoying the gentle circles he made across my shoulders and down my spine. "Because normal people don't think like that. We have budgets and savings accounts and student loans."
Tom's hands paused for a moment before continuing their path down to the small of my back. "I don't have student loans."
"Of course, you don't," I laughed, leaning into his touch as he worked the soap across my skin. "Your daddy probably paid for your fancy education in cash. Or maybe you traded a few of your family's diamonds for a Harvard degree."
His hands slid lower, cupping my ass possessively. "We're not that pretentious, sunshine. And for your information, I graduated without any debt because I had a full academic scholarship."
"Sure you did," I teased, turning to face him. "But let's be honest, you're not exactly a kid anymore. You probably finished all your studies before I was even born."
The look of mock outrage on his face was priceless. His hand connected with my ass in a sharp slap that made me yelp.
"I am not that old," he growled, pulling me against him. The feeling of his semi-hard cock pressing against my stomach made it clear he was recovering nicely from our earlier activities.
I couldn't help but laugh at his wounded pride. "Did I hit a nerve, Professor? Is someone sensitive about his advancing age?"
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