Chapter 363
**Sara**
He cut into his steak, the perfectly cooked meat juicy and rare. But instead of eating it, he held the fork out to me. When I leaned forward to take the bite, he pulled it back just slightly, making me work for it.
"Asshole," I muttered, but opened my mouth again.
He let me have it this time, watching intently as I chewed. "Good?"
"Mmm, so good." I exaggerated my enjoyment, closing my eyes and running my tongue over my lips again.
"You know exactly what you're doing."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I stole a roasted potato from his plate. "I'm just a hungry girl enjoying her dinner."
We continued our meal with this charged back-and-forth, each of us trying to outdo the other with suggestive eating. By the time we reached dessert, a decadent chocolate cake, we were both laughing at our ridiculous competition.
"Open wide," Tom commanded, holding a forkful of cake to my lips. This time, I complied without hesitation, the rich chocolate melting on my tongue.
"God, that's sinful," I murmured, eyes closing in genuine pleasure.
"You've got a little..." Tom leaned forward, his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth to catch a smudge of chocolate. Instead of wiping it away, he brought his thumb to his own lips and sucked it clean, his eyes never leaving mine.
The temperature in the room seemed to spike. I set my plate aside, suddenly much more interested in Tom than in food.
"Not hungry anymore?" he asked, his voice low.
"Not for cake."
His answering smile was predatory. He set his own plate on the bedside table and moved our feast out of the way before crawling toward me across the bed.
"What are you hungry for, then?" His hand slid up my thigh, pushing my robe higher.
"Take a wild guess." I leaned back on my elbows, letting my legs fall open slightly.
His fingers traced the edge of my robe where it covered my breast. "Tell me."
"You," I breathed. "I want you."
He untied my belt with agonizing slowness, drawing out the moment as the robe fell open. His eyes darkened as he took in my naked body.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he whispered, almost reverently.
I reached for him, pulling him down to me for a kiss that tasted like chocolate and wine. His robe fell open as he pressed against me, his hardness evident against my thigh.
"I want to taste you," he murmured against my lips, then began kissing his way down my body. He lingered at my breasts, lavishing attention on each nipple until I was arching into his mouth, desperate for more.
"Tom, please," I gasped as he continued lower, leaving a trail of kisses down my stomach.
He settled between my legs, looking up at me with a wicked grin. "What?"
"Don't tease."
"But you make it so fun." His breath was hot against my inner thigh as he placed feather-light kisses there, deliberately avoiding where I wanted him most.
I squirmed impatiently. "I swear to god, if you don't—"
My threat was cut short as his mouth finally found my pussy, his tongue sliding through my folds in one long, deliberate stroke. My head fell back against the pillows, a broken moan escaping me.
"Fuck, you taste good," he growled against me before diving back in, his tongue circling my clit in slow, maddening patterns.
My hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the damp strands as I rocked against his mouth. He slid two fingers inside me, curling them in that way that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
"Right there," I panted, my hips lifting off the bed. "Don't stop."
He increased his pace, fingers pumping in and out while his tongue worked magic on my clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pushing me rapidly toward the edge.
"I'm close," I warned, my thighs beginning to tremble.
Instead of backing off, Tom doubled down, sucking my clit between his lips while his fingers hit that perfect spot inside me. The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my back arching as I cried out his name, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through my body.
Before I could fully recover, Tom was moving up my body, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that let me taste myself on his lips. I moaned into his mouth, hands sliding down to push his robe completely off his shoulders.
His cock pressed hard against my stomach, hot and insistent. I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking slowly from base to tip.
"Fuck, Sara," he hissed, eyes closing briefly at my touch.
"My turn," I whispered, pushing at his shoulders until he rolled onto his back.
I trailed kisses down his chest, taking my time to explore the ridges of his abs with my tongue. His hands fisted in the sheets as I moved lower, my hair brushing against his cock teasingly.
"You're going to be the death of me," he groaned as I deliberately avoided where he wanted me most, instead kissing along his hip bones and the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.
"Patience is a virtue, Professor," I reminded him, echoing words he'd once said to me.
His response was cut off as I finally took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock before taking him deeper.
"Jesus, your mouth," he muttered, one hand coming to tangle in my hair, not guiding but simply connecting.
I worked him with a combination of hands and mouth, alternating between deep strokes and teasing licks that had his hips bucking involuntarily. His breathing grew more ragged, telling me he was getting close.
Suddenly, he tugged gently on my hair. "Stop. I don't want to finish like this."
I released him with a final, lingering kiss to the tip, then crawled back up his body. "How do you want to finish, then?"
In response to my question, Tom flipped me onto my back in one swift movement, his body pressing down on mine with delicious weight. His lips captured mine in a hungry kiss that left me breathless.
"Inside you," he growled against my mouth. "I want to feel you wrapped around me."
"Condom?"
"Nightstand."
I reached over, fumbling in the drawer until my fingers closed around a foil packet. Tom took it from me, tearing it open with his teeth. There was something primal about watching him roll it over his hard cock, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he said, positioning himself between my legs. "Spread wider for me."
I complied, letting my thighs fall open as he teased my entrance with the tip of his cock. The sensation made me whimper with anticipation.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me," I whispered, my hips lifting off the bed in search of him. "Hard."
"Your wish is my command."
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