Chapter 364
**Sara**
He pushed inside me in one fluid thrust, filling me completely. We both moaned at the sensation, him at my tightness, me at the perfect stretch of his cock inside me.
"Jesus Christ," he panted, holding still for a moment. "You feel amazing."
"Move," I begged. "I need you to move."
He pulled out slowly, almost to the tip, before slamming back in. The force of it knocked the breath from my lungs, but in the best possible way.
"Like that?" he asked, repeating the motion.
"God, yes," I gasped. "Just like that."
He established a rhythm, each thrust hitting me deeper than the last. I wrapped my legs around his waist, changing the angle so he hit that perfect spot inside me.
"Fuck, Sara," he groaned, his pace increasing. "The way your pussy squeezes my cock is unreal."
I moaned in response, too lost in sensation to form coherent words. The way he filled me, stretched me, claimed me; it was overwhelming in the best possible way.
"Touch yourself," he said, his eyes locked on mine. "I want to feel you come around me."
I slid my hand between our bodies, finding my clit swollen and sensitive. The first touch made me gasp, the dual sensations of my fingers and his cock pushing me rapidly toward another orgasm.
"That's it," he encouraged, watching me touch myself while he continued thrusting. "Show me how good it feels."
"So good," I managed, my voice breaking as I circled my clit faster. "I'm close."
Tom changed his angle slightly, hitting even deeper. "Come for me, Sara. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock."
My back arched as the orgasm tore through me, walls clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed through my body.
"Fuck!" Tom exclaimed, his rhythm faltering as my pussy pulsed around him. "That's it, milk my cock."
He continued thrusting through my orgasm, prolonging it until I was trembling beneath him. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he flipped us over so I was on top, his cock still buried deep inside me.
"Ride me," he demanded, hands gripping my hips. "Show me how much you want it."
I planted my hands on his chest for leverage and began moving, rolling my hips in a way that made his eyes roll back.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he hissed, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks. "Your tits look incredible bouncing like that."
I smiled down at him, deliberately slowing my pace to a torturous grind. "You like watching my tits while I ride your cock?"
"Fuck yes," he groaned, reaching up to palm my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, making me gasp and clench around him.
"That's not fair," I complained, losing my rhythm momentarily as pleasure shot through me.
His answering grin was downright sinful. "All's fair in love and fucking."
He pinched my nipples lightly, making me cry out and buck against him. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure straight to my core, making my already sensitive pussy throb around his cock.
"You're so fucking sexy when you lose control," he said, voice strained as I began moving faster. "I could watch you ride me all day."
I leaned down to kiss him, changing the angle so his cock hit me even deeper. The new position had my clit grinding against his pubic bone with each movement, building the tension inside me once again.
"That's it," Tom encouraged, hands moving to grip my ass as I rode him. "Take what you need."
I straightened up, bracing my hands on his chest as I found the perfect rhythm. The room filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the slick noises of our bodies joining.
"I'm gonna come again," I warned, feeling the tension coiling tighter in my core.
"Look at me," Tom demanded. "I want to see your face when you come on my cock."
Our eyes locked as I continued riding him, the intimacy of the moment adding another layer to the physical pleasure. When the orgasm hit, it was even more intense than the last, my entire body shuddering as I cried out his name.
"Fuck, Sara!" Tom's control finally snapped. He gripped my hips hard, holding me in place as he thrust up into me, his face contorting in pleasure as he came.
I collapsed onto his chest, both of us breathing hard. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as our heart rates gradually slowed.
"Well," I said after a minute, "I think we just worked up an appetite again."
Tom's laugh rumbled through his chest beneath my ear. "Dessert round two?"
"In a bit," I murmured, too comfortable to move just yet. "Let me catch my breath first."
His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back. "Take all the time you need. We've got all night."
I nuzzled against his neck, placing a soft kiss there. "All night, huh? Ambitious."
"With you? Always." He shifted beneath me, carefully withdrawing from my body. "Let me take care of this condom, then we can reassess our dessert situation."
I rolled off him, stretching languidly on the bed as he disappeared into the bathroom. My body felt pleasantly used, and a delicious ache between my legs reminded me of our activities.
When Tom returned, he paused in the doorway, eyes roaming over my naked form sprawled across the bed.
"See something you like?" I teased, not bothering to cover myself.
"Everything I like." He rejoined me on the bed, pulling me against him so my back was to his chest, his arm draped over my waist. "You're fucking perfect, you know that?"
"Says the man with the body of a Greek god." I nestled deeper into his embrace, enjoying the warmth of his skin against mine.
"A Greek god? That's new."
"Would you prefer Roman? Norse? I'm not picky about my mythology."
His laugh tickled my ear. "Greek is fine. Which god am I supposed to be?"
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