Chapter 354
**Sara**
The wet heat of his tongue circled the sensitive bud before he sucked it between his lips. My back arched involuntarily, pushing my breast further into his mouth.
"Fuck, Tom," I moaned, threading my fingers through his hair.
He hummed in satisfaction, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. Then his teeth grazed my nipple—just enough pressure to make me whimper.
"Too much?" he asked, pulling back slightly.
"Not enough," I corrected, tugging his head back down.
He grinned before turning his attention to my other breast, giving it the same thorough treatment. This time, when he bit down on my nipple, he did it harder, making me cry out.
"God, I love how responsive you are," he said, soothing the sting with his tongue. "The sounds you make drive me crazy."
His hand slid down my stomach, fingers tracing patterns on my skin. "Spread your legs for me, Sara."
I complied without hesitation, my thighs falling open. His fingers teased along my inner thigh, deliberately avoiding where I wanted him most.
"Tom," I whined, trying to shift my hips to guide his hand.
"Patience," he admonished, pressing a kiss between my breasts. "I'm savoring you."
He continued his tortuously slow journey down my body, his mouth following the path his hands had taken. When he reached my navel, he dipped his tongue inside, making me squirm.
"Please," I begged, not caring how desperate I sounded.
"Please what?" He looked up at me, his chin resting on my lower abdomen. "Tell me exactly what you want."
I swallowed hard. "I want your mouth on my pussy."
His eyes flashed with approval. "Good girl."
He settled between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them wider apart. I felt exposed and vulnerable, but the hunger in his gaze made me feel powerful, too.
"So fucking beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against my most sensitive flesh.
And then his mouth was on me, his tongue making one long, slow lick from my entrance to my clit. My hips bucked off the bed, but his hands held me firmly in place.
"Stay still," he commanded. "Let me enjoy my breakfast."
I would have laughed if I wasn't so turned on. Instead, I clutched at the sheets as he went to work with his mouth, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on my clit.
"You taste so good," he groaned against me. "Better than anything, they could serve downstairs."
Just when I thought it couldn't get more intense, he slid a finger inside me, curling it to hit that spot that made my vision blur. My legs started to tremble as he added a second finger, stretching me while his tongue continued its relentless assault on my clit.
"Oh god, Tom, I'm going to—"
"Not yet," he said, pulling back just enough to deny me. "I'm not finished with you."
He thrust his fingers deeper, his pace increasing as his mouth returned to my clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel myself racing toward the edge again.
"Tom, please," I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for anymore.
His eyes locked with mine darkened with lust but still maintaining that infuriating control that drove me wild. Just as I was about to shatter, he withdrew his fingers and pulled his mouth away.
"What the fuck?" I panted, propping myself up on my elbows to glare at him.
Tom wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Something wrong, sunshine?"
"You know exactly what's wrong." I flopped back onto the pillow, my body thrumming with frustration. "You can't just... leave me hanging like that."
"Can't I?" He crawled up my body, pressing kisses along my stomach, between my breasts, and finally capturing my mouth. I tasted myself on his lips, which only heightened my arousal. "I think building anticipation makes everything more intense."
I bit his lower lip in retaliation. "You're evil."
"And you love it." He grinned against my mouth before reaching over to the nightstand. I heard the drawer slide open and the distinctive crinkle of a condom wrapper.
"Need help with that?" I asked, eyeing his impressive erection.
"I've got it." He tore the packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom on with practiced ease. "But I appreciate the offer."
Instead of pushing inside me like I desperately wanted, he positioned himself at my entrance and simply... stayed there. The head of his cock pressed against my wetness, teasing but not entering.
"Tom," I whined, trying to shift my hips to take him in.
His hands gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place. "Not yet."
"You're the worst." I clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
"Am I?" He dragged the tip of his cock up and down my slit, circling my clit before returning to my entrance. "Because your body seems to disagree."
I was embarrassingly wet, my arousal making his teasing glide effortless. Each pass over my clit sent shockwaves through me, building the pressure that he'd denied moments before.
"Fuck me already," I demanded, beyond caring how desperate I sounded.
But instead of giving me what I wanted, he continued his maddening teasing, pushing just the tip in before withdrawing completely.
I growled in frustration, my patience evaporating. "I swear to god if you don't—"
My threat was cut short as he finally thrust inside me in one powerful stroke. The sudden fullness made me cry out, my back arching off the bed.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice strained as he held still within me.
"Yes," I breathed, adjusting to the delicious stretch of his thick cock. "God, yes."
He began to move then, starting with slow, deep thrusts that had me moaning with each stroke. His pace gradually increased, his hips snapping against mine with growing urgency.
"Fuck, Sara," he groaned, his fingers digging into my thighs as he pushed them wider. "You feel so fucking good around my cock."
I could only respond with incoherent sounds as he hit that perfect spot inside me with each thrust. The room filled with the obscene sounds of our bodies meeting, skin slapping against skin.
Suddenly, Tom pulled out completely. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my stomach and yanked my hips up, positioning me on my hands and knees.
"I want to try something," he said huskily. "Trust me?"
I nodded, too turned on to form words. He slid back inside me from behind, the new angle allowing him to penetrate even deeper. His hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as he established a punishing rhythm.
"Oh fuck," I moaned, dropping to my elbows as the pleasure intensified. The change in position made his cock drag against my front wall in a way that had me seeing stars.
One of his hands left my hip and came down on my ass with a sharp slap. The unexpected sting sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through me.
"You like that?" he asked, delivering another smack to my other cheek.
"Yes," I admitted, pushing back against him to take him deeper.
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