Chapter 356
**Sara**
For several moments, we stayed frozen in that position—my hands pressed against the fogged glass, his body draped over mine, both of us panting like we'd run a marathon.
"Holy fuck," I finally managed, my voice hoarse from screaming.
Tom pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades, his breath hot against my sweat-slicked skin. "That was... goddamn."
He slowly pulled out, and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Before I could turn around, his hands were on my waist, spinning me to face him. His eyes were dark and possessive as he captured my mouth in a searing kiss. I tasted the salt of our sweat on his lips.
"You're fucking incredible," he murmured against my mouth, his hands cupping my face with surprising tenderness, given how roughly he'd just fucked me.
I smiled, my body still tingling from the intensity of my orgasm. "You're not so bad yourself, Professor."
"Come on, let's get you to bed. My legs are about to give out."
"Oh, so I fucked you stupid?" I teased as he led me away from the window, my wobbly knees betraying my own exhaustion.
"You have no idea." He scooped me up without warning, one arm under my knees and the other supporting my back. I squealed, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Show-off," I muttered, but nestled against his chest anyway.
He carried me to the massive king-sized bed and gently laid me down on the cool sheets. The air conditioning raised goosebumps on my naked skin, my nipples hardening in response.
"Cold?" Tom asked, noticing my reaction as he disposed of the condom in the bathroom.
"A little."
He returned to the bed and slid in beside me, pulling me against his warm body. I sighed contentedly as his heat enveloped me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist.
"Better?"
"Much." I pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, sending pleasant shivers down my spine.
We lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes, our breathing synchronizing as our heart rates returned to normal. Tom's hand wandered lower, cupping my ass and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Your ass is going to have my handprints for days," he said, sounding entirely too pleased with himself.
I snorted. "Marking your territory?"
"Damn right." He slapped my ass lightly, making me jump. "This pussy, this ass, these tits—all mine."
"Possessive much?" I rolled my eyes but couldn't deny the thrill his words sent through me.
"Only with what matters." He pressed a kiss to my forehead, then glanced at the clock. "Shit, we should probably get moving if we want to hit the beach today."
I groaned, burying my face in his neck. "Do we have to? This bed is so comfortable, and your cock is right there if I get bored."
"As tempting as it is to spend the day letting you use my cock as your personal plaything, I promised to show you Sydney. Plus, I want to see you in that tiny bikini you packed."
"How do you know it's tiny?" I propped myself up on my elbow to look at him.
His smirk was downright sinful.
I smacked his chest but couldn't help laughing. "Going through my stuff?"
"I was looking for the hairdryer!" He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Finding that scrap of fabric you call a swimsuit was just a bonus."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Sure you were."
"Besides," he continued, his hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple, "I needed to make sure you packed appropriate attire."
"And what would you have done if I hadn't?" I asked, my breath catching as he pinched my nipple between his fingers.
"Taken you shopping." He leaned down to replace his fingers with his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. "Or kept you naked in the room all day. Both good options."
I arched into his touch, my body already responding to him again. "The beach can wait a little longer, right?"
"Mmm," he hummed against my skin, moving to my other breast. "We should at least have breakfast first. Need to keep our strength up."
My stomach chose that moment to growl loudly, making us both laugh.
"Traitor," I muttered to my midsection.
Tom released my nipple with a wet pop. "Your body knows what it needs. Food first, then beach." He paused, his eyes darkening. "And maybe we can find a secluded spot where I can eat this sweet pussy for dessert."
I felt a rush of wetness between my legs at his words. "Promise?"
"Have I ever left you unsatisfied?" He raised an eyebrow, his hand sliding between my thighs to find me already slick with desire. "Fuck, Sara. You're insatiable."
"Only for you," I admitted, spreading my legs wider to give him better access.
He slipped two fingers inside me easily, curling them to hit that spot that made me see stars. "We'll have breakfast," he said, his thumb circling my clit as he finger-fucked me, "then the beach." He increased his pace, making me gasp. "And if you're a good girl, I'll bend you over in the shower when we get back."
"Yes," I moaned, my hips moving in rhythm with his hand. "Please."
"Such a good girl for me," he praised, adding a third finger and stretching me deliciously. "Coming all over my fingers before breakfast."
I didn't last long under his expert touch, my orgasm washing over me in waves as I cried out his name. He worked me through it, only removing his fingers when I became too sensitive.
"That should tide you over," he said smugly, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. "Now, breakfast?"
I nodded weakly, watching him through half-lidded eyes as he reached for the phone to call room service.
"Fucking show-off," I mumbled, too satisfied to put any real heat behind the words.
He just winked at me before ordering enough food to feed an army. When he hung up, he settled back beside me, pulling me close against his side.
"Twenty minutes until food arrives," he announced, kissing the top of my head.
I snuggled closer, enjoying the solid warmth of his body next to mine. "Perfect."
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