Chapter 343
**Sara**
I looked down at him between my legs, his eyes closed in concentration as he devoured me like I was his last meal. The sight of this powerful, wealthy man on his knees, worshipping my pussy like it was sacred, was almost too much.
"You taste so fucking good," he groaned, pulling back just enough to speak. "I could eat this pussy all day."
He dove back in with renewed vigor, his tongue flicking rapidly over my clit while his fingers pumped in and out. I could feel myself getting close, that familiar tension building low in my belly.
"I'm gonna come," I warned, my thighs clenching around his head. "Tom, fuck, I'm so close."
He didn't let up, if anything, increasing his pace. His free hand reached up to pinch my nipple, adding that extra sensation that pushed me right over the edge.
My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my back arching as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Tom kept going, drinking in my release as I shook and trembled around him.
When I finally came down, gasping for breath, he was still lapping gently at my sensitive flesh, cleaning up every drop.
"Tom," I panted, tugging at his hair to pull him up. "You're going to kill me."
He rose to his feet, his chin glistening with my arousal. "What a way to go, though."
I laughed weakly, still trying to catch my breath. "Did you miss me that much?"
"You have no idea," he said, kissing me. I could taste myself on his lips, and it was strangely intimate. "It was torture being away from you."
"Did you miss me," I teased, running my hand down his chest, "or did you just miss my pussy?"
He gave me a mock-offended look. "Are you suggesting I'm only interested in your body?"
"Answer the question, Professor."
His expression softened, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "Definitely you, Sara. Your laugh, your smart mouth, the way you call me on my bullshit." He paused, a mischievous glint in his eye. "But I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss this pussy too."
I rolled my eyes at his words, fighting the smile that threatened to break across my face. "You're so full of shit. You just want to get laid. I bet you'd say anything to keep me spreading my legs for you."
Tom's eyebrows shot up, his mouth dropping open in mock offense. "Excuse me? I pour my heart out, and that's what you think?"
"Heart? Is that what you call your dick now?" I teased, running my finger down his chest. "Because that seems to be doing most of your thinking."
He caught my hand, pressing it against his chest where I could feel his heartbeat. "Feel that? That's been racing since I saw you step off that plane. And yes, I want to fuck you until neither of us can walk straight, but that's not all I want."
"Sure, sure." I wasn't letting him off that easy. "Next, you'll be writing me poetry about my eyes while conveniently forgetting to mention how wet my pussy gets for you."
"I could do both," he challenged, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "Your presence feels like warmth on a cold day, and your essence tastes like heaven when you come on my tongue. I miss you more than words can say."
"Oh my god," I laughed, shoving at his chest. "That was terrible! Please never try poetry again."
His grip tightened on my waist, pulling me closer until his hard cock pressed against my stomach. "I've been counting down the days until you got here, Sara. Not just because I wanted to be inside you again but because nothing feels right without you around."
The sincerity in his voice made my chest tighten. "That's actually kind of sweet."
"I'm a sweet guy," he said, nipping at my earlobe. "Who happens to love you more than anything in this world. And who also happens to love making you scream my name when you come."
"Aww, look at you being all boyfriend-y," I teased, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Next thing I know, you'll be holding my purse while I shop and meeting my parents."
Something flickered in his eyes—nervousness?—before he masked it with a smirk. "I'd hold your purse if it meant I got to watch your ass in a tight dress."
He leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss that started gently but quickly deepened. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me with a possessiveness that made my toes curl. When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard.
"As much as I'd love to continue this," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine, "we should probably get dressed and head out. I want to show you the harbor before lunch."
I blinked at him, incredulous. "Are you fucking kidding me right now? You get me all worked up and then want to go sightseeing?"
His laugh was low and dirty. "Patience, sunshine."
"Fuck patience," I growled, reaching between us to grasp his cock. It was rock hard in my hand, the head already leaking pre-cum. "You can't just eat my pussy like that and then expect me to put on clothes and act normal."
Tom's eyes darkened as I stroked him, his jaw clenching. "The city's been here for centuries. It can wait another hour."
"Damn right it can," I agreed, giving him a firm squeeze that made him groan.
In one swift movement, he lifted me off the counter, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. His cock pressed against my ass as he carried me into the bedroom, his mouth never leaving mine.
He tossed me onto the bed, and I bounced against the mattress with a laugh. "Caveman much?"
"You bring out the primitive in me," he admitted, crawling over me like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes raked over my naked body, lingering on my breasts. "Look at these perfect tits. I can't decide if I want them in my mouth or if I want to fuck them."
"Why choose?" I challenged, arching my back to push my breasts up. "We've got all day."
"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.
I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair to hold him against me. "Only with you."
His hand slid between my legs, fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy. "Still so wet," he murmured against my breast. "Is this all for me?"
"No, it's for the bellboy," I snarked, gasping when he bit down on my nipple in retaliation. "Fuck! Yes, it's for you."
"That's what I thought," Tom growled, soothing the sting with his tongue. "Because if I found out you were getting wet for someone else, I'd have to bend you over and remind you exactly who this pussy belongs to."
His possessiveness ignited fresh arousal in me. "Is that a promise?"
"It's a fucking guarantee."
His words sent a thrill down my spine. Tom's eyes were dark with desire as he loomed over me, his muscular body caging me against the mattress. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, hot and insistent.
"Big talk for a man who hasn't fucked me in a week," I challenged, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer.
Tom's laugh was low and dangerous. "About to make up for lost time."
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