Chapter 345
**Sara**
I could feel another orgasm building, this one promising to be even more intense than the first. Tom must have sensed it, too, because he increased his pace, his hips slamming against mine with enough force to make the headboard banging against the wall.
"The people next door are going to complain," I gasped, not really caring.
"Let them," Tom growled, his face a mask of concentration. "Let the whole fucking hotel hear how good I'm making you feel."
His words, combined with the relentless stimulation of my G-spot, pushed me right to the edge. I teetered there for a moment, suspended in that delicious tension, before Tom reached between us and pinched my clit between his fingers.
I came with a scream, my back arching off the bed as my pussy clamped down on his cock. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, each wave crashing into the next until I was nothing but raw nerve endings and pleasure.
Tom slowed his thrusts, letting me catch my breath. His cock was still rock hard inside me, his own release held at bay.
"You're not done yet," I panted, pushing weakly at his chest. "My turn on top."
His eyes lit up with interest as he pulled out and rolled onto his back.
I straddled him, positioning his cock at my entrance and sinking down slowly. We both moaned as I took him to the hilt, my still-sensitive pussy stretching around him.
"Fuck, I love watching my cock disappear into your tight pussy," Tom groaned, his hands coming up to cup my breasts.
I began to move, lifting up until just the tip remained inside me before sinking back down. The position gave me control over the pace and depth, allowing me to focus on my own pleasure.
"You like watching me ride your cock?" I asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it.
"Fucking love it," he confirmed, pinching my nipples between his fingers. "Love watching your tits bounce while you fuck yourself on me."
I increased my pace, riding him with abandon. The new angle let his cock hit different spots inside me, building yet another orgasm despite how sensitive I still was from the last two.
"Touch yourself," Tom commanded, his eyes fixed on where our bodies joined. "Want to watch you play with your clit while you ride me."
I complied, reaching between us to circle my clit with my fingers. The added stimulation had me gasping, my rhythm faltering as the pleasure built once more.
"That's it," Tom encouraged, his hands moving to grip my hips, helping to guide my movements. "Make yourself come on my cock again."
His words spurred me on, my fingers working faster over my clit as I bounced on his cock with increasing urgency. I could feel him throbbing inside me and knew he was close to his own release but holding back for me.
"I'm gonna come," I warned, my movements becoming erratic as the tension built.
"Do it," Tom growled, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "Come all over my cock, Sara."
My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed over me. I cried out his name, my back arching as my entire body shuddered with release.
Tom followed me over the edge with a groan, his cock pulsing inside me as he came. His face was a study in ecstasy; his usual composure completely shattered as pleasure overtook him.
I collapsed onto his chest, both of us breathing hard. His arms came around me, holding me close as we came down from our shared high.
We lay like that for a while, connected most intimately, neither of us willing to break the moment.
Tom's heartbeat gradually slowed beneath my cheek, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, sending pleasant shivers down my spine.
"Fuck," I finally murmured, pressing a kiss to his sweat-slicked chest. "That was..."
"Mind-blowing? Earth-shattering? The best sex of your life?" Tom supplied helpfully, his chest rumbling with laughter beneath my ear.
I pinched his nipple in retaliation. "Fishing for compliments already?"
"Just stating facts." His hand slid down to cup my ass, squeezing appreciatively. "Your pussy feels like fucking heaven."
I snorted, lifting my head to look at him. "Such a romantic."
"You want romance?" He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his expression softening. "I could write sonnets about how perfect your tits are. Or compose symphonies inspired by the sounds you make when my cock hits that spot inside you."
"Jesus," I laughed, feeling my cheeks heat. "You're ridiculous."
"Ridiculously into you," he corrected, pulling me up for a kiss.
I shifted, wincing slightly as his softening cock slipped out of me. Rolling to the side, I stretched like a satisfied cat, enjoying the pleasant ache between my legs.
"So," I said, propping myself up on one elbow. "You promised to show me Australia, but so far, all I've seen is the ceiling of your hotel room."
Tom's eyes traveled lazily over my naked body. "Are you complaining? Because that sounded suspiciously like a complaint."
"Not complaining," I clarified, tracing a finger down his chest. "Just pointing out that someone made big promises about playing tour guide."
"I've been guiding you quite thoroughly," he argued, capturing my wandering hand and bringing it to his lips. "Guided my cock right into your pussy, didn't I?"
I rolled my eyes. "Idiot. I meant actual sightseeing. You know, the Opera House? Harbour Bridge? Those famous Australian landmarks that aren't your dick?"
"My dick should be a landmark," he said with mock seriousness. "Tourists could come from miles around to marvel at its magnificence."
"Your ego is almost as big as your cock," I laughed, shoving at his shoulder.
"Almost?" He raised an eyebrow, looking pleased with himself.
"Don't push it." I sat up, letting the sheet fall away from my breasts. His eyes immediately dropped to my chest, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "See? This is what I'm talking about. You get distracted by tits and forget all about showing me the city."
"Can you blame me?" He reached out to cup one breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple. "These are works of art."
My nipple hardened under his touch, and I felt a renewed pulse of desire between my legs.
"Seriously," I said, trying to maintain my resolve even as his fingers worked their magic. "I flew halfway across the world. As amazing as your cock is, I'd like to see something else while I'm here."
Tom sighed dramatically, flopping back against the pillows. "Fine. I suppose I can tear myself away from your pussy long enough to show you some boring old buildings."
"How generous of you," I deadpanned.
"I am known for my generosity," he agreed, his hand sliding between my legs to cup my sex. "Speaking of which..."
I swatted his hand away, laughing. "No way. I won't be able to walk if we go again, and I actually want to see the city."
"I could carry you," he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.
"As romantic as that sounds, I'd rather not be known as the tourist who had to be carried because she got fucked so hard she couldn't walk."
"That would make one hell of a postcard." Tom grinned, finally sitting up. "Alright, sunshine. You win. Let's get cleaned up, and I'll show you Sydney."
I leaned over to kiss him, intending it to be quick, but he tangled his fingers in my hair and deepened it, his tongue sliding against mine. When we broke apart, I was breathless again.
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