Chapter 342
**Sara**
"Keep it up, and I'll show you just how youthful I can be," he threatened, his hand still massaging the spot he'd just spanked.
"Promises, promises." I reached between us, wrapping my fingers around his cock, which was definitely getting harder by the second. "But maybe we should finish our shower first. You promised to show me Australia, remember?"
He groaned as I gave him a teasing stroke. "Australia can wait."
"Nope," I said, releasing him and stepping back with a grin. "I didn't fly halfway around the world just to stay in your shower all day, no matter how tempting that might be."
Tom sighed dramatically. "You're killing me, Sara."
"You'll survive." I grabbed the shampoo and squirted some into my palm. "Your turn. Bend down so I can reach your hair."
He complied, lowering his head. "You know, most women would be perfectly happy spending the day in bed with me."
"I'm not most women," I reminded him, massaging his scalp with my fingertips.
"Thank fuck for that," he murmured, his eyes closing in pleasure as my nails scraped lightly against his scalp.
We finished our shower without any more detours, much to Tom's obvious disappointment.
As I stepped out and reached for a towel, I couldn't help but admire the bathroom. Like everything else in Tom's world, it was ridiculously luxurious – heated floors, towels that felt like clouds and enough counter space to host a dinner party.
"Stop ogling the bathroom and dry off," Tom said, swatting my ass as he passed me. "We've got places to be."
I wrapped the towel around my body, watching as he dried himself off without an ounce of self-consciousness. Water droplets clung to his broad shoulders, trailing down the defined muscles of his back to the firm curve of his ass. How the hell did I get lucky enough to land this man?
"Like what you see?" he asked, catching me staring in the mirror.
"It's adequate," I shrugged, fighting a smile.
He turned, dropping his towel to reveal his cock, still semi-hard and impressive even in its relaxed state. "Just adequate?"
"Maybe a little better than adequate," I conceded, my eyes lingering on his body. "But don't let it go to your head. Either of them."
Tom laughed. "Get dressed, brat. As much as I'd like to bend you over this counter and fuck that smart mouth of yours into silence, I actually do want to show you Sydney."
I rolled my eyes at him, trying to ignore how my body responded to his words. "Is that supposed to be a threat or a promise?"
"Both," he winked, grabbing another towel to dry his hair. "But seriously, I want to take you out. Show you off a little."
"Show me off?" I snorted, wrapping my towel tighter around my chest. "Like I'm some kind of trophy?"
Tom's eyes darkened as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to tug at my towel until it loosened and fell to the floor. "More like a fucking masterpiece."
I stood naked before him, fighting the urge to cover myself. The hunger in his gaze made my nipples harden despite the steam-warmed bathroom.
"Fuck, look at you," he murmured, his hand skimming over my collarbone, down to cup one breast. His thumb brushed across my nipple, making me shiver. "These perfect tits. This tiny waist." His hand continued its journey downward. "This pussy that tastes like heaven."
"Tom," I breathed, my legs parting involuntarily as his fingers brushed against my folds. "I thought we were getting dressed."
"We are," he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck. "Eventually."
His fingers slipped between my legs, finding me already wet. "Fuck, Sara. You're soaked again."
I bit my lip, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "We don't have time for this."
"We always have time for this." His thumb circled my clit, making my knees buckle. "Besides, Australia's been here for thousands of years. It can wait another hour."
"An hour?" I laughed, the sound turning into a moan as he pressed one finger inside me. "Pretty confident in your stamina there, old man."
Tom's eyes narrowed. "I'll show you stamina."
Before I could respond, he hoisted me up onto the bathroom counter, my ass hitting the cold marble with a shock. "Jesus, that's cold!"
"I'll warm you up," he promised, spreading my legs wider. His cock was fully hard again, pressing against my inner thigh as he leaned in to kiss me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his tongue slid against mine. His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples until they were hard peaks.
"Fuck, I love your tits," he groaned, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down my neck. "Perfect handful."
"They're not that big," I said, gasping as he pinched one nipple.
"They're fucking perfect," he insisted, bending to take one in his mouth. His tongue swirled around my nipple, teeth grazing it just enough to make me squirm.
I threaded my fingers through his damp hair, holding him against my chest as he lavished attention on my breasts. "Shit, that feels good."
His hand slid between us again, fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy.
I gasped, my hips bucking against his touch. "Fuck," I moaned, head falling back as he worked small circles over my sensitive bundle of nerves. "You're too good at that."
"I pay attention," Tom murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I know exactly what makes you fall apart."
His mouth returned to my breast, taking my nipple between his lips and sucking hard. The dual sensation of his fingers on my clit and his mouth on my breast had me squirming on the counter.
"Tom, shit..." I whimpered as he bit down gently on my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my core.
He switched to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while his fingers continued their relentless assault on my clit. When he bit down on my other nipple, I nearly screamed.
"You like that?" he asked. "You like when I bite these perfect tits?"
"Yes," I admitted, not even caring how desperate I sounded. "Do it again."
He obliged, biting down a little harder this time while simultaneously sliding two fingers inside me. My pussy clenched around his fingers as he began to pump them in and out, his thumb still circling my clit.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned against my skin. "So fucking wet for me."
"Only for you," I gasped, grinding against his hand. "Please don't stop."
"Not planning on it," he said, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside me that made my vision blur. "I want to feel you come on my fingers before I fuck you with my cock."
His words alone nearly pushed me over the edge. Tom knew exactly what to say to drive me wild; his words were as skilled as his fingers.
He released my nipple with a wet pop, trailing kisses down my stomach. "I need to taste this pussy again."
Before I could respond, he dropped to his knees, replacing his fingers with his mouth. His tongue lapped at my entrance before moving up to circle my clit.
"Oh god," I moaned, my hands finding purchase in his hair. "Your fucking mouth..."
He hummed against me, the vibration making my thighs tremble. His fingers returned, sliding deep inside me while his tongue worked magic on my clit.
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