Chapter 49
**Tom**
I lowered my head and took a nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tight bud. Isabella gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair as I suckled her. I lavished attention on one breast, my hand caressing and squeezing the other.
She arched her back, pressing herself into my mouth. "Yes, just like that," she moaned, her hips bucking slightly. "Mmm, your mouth feels so good."
I pulled away with a pop, leaving her nipple wet and straining. "You taste even better," I said, my breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh.
"Thomas," she moaned, her hands clutching at my shoulders, "I need you inside me. Now."
I chuckled, the sound vibrating against her sensitive nipple. "Bossy as ever, I see."
"You have no idea." She bit her lip, her eyes dark with desire. "But I think you're about to find out."
I stood, kicking off my shoes and shedding my clothes with an urgency I rarely felt. Isabella, of course, watched with rapt attention, her eyes roaming my body with undisguised hunger. By the time I'd kicked off my pants and stood before her, my cock hard and straining, Isabella's gaze was fixed on me, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. Her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling rapidly, seductively. I knew exactly what she wanted, and I wasn't about to deny her—or myself, for that matter.
I tore open a condom packet, my gaze flicking briefly to her heaving chest as I sheathed myself.
"Get over here," she demanded, holding out her hand.
I took her hand and let her pull me towards her, my body lowering to hover over hers. The position was deliberately dominant, and I enjoyed the way her eyes widened, her breath catching as she realized my size.
"You're huge," she breathed, her fingers tracing the length of my shaft.
I smirked. "You love it."
"I do," she admitted, her eyes flashing with a challenge. "But can you handle it?"
"You're about to find out."
With that, I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock teasing her slick folds. Isabella's breath hitched, and she grabbed my biceps, her fingernails digging into my skin.
"Now, Thomas," she demanded, her hips arching towards me. "I need you now."
"As you wish."
I thrust forward, burying myself deep inside her with one smooth stroke. Isabella's eyes widened, her head falling back as she cried out. Her walls clenched around me, her body stretching to accommodate my girth. I paused, allowing her to adjust to the feeling of being thoroughly filled.
"Oh my God," she breathed, her fingers tightening my arms. "You're so deep."
I swallowed a groan, feeling her body clasping mine like a velvet vice. "Tell me if I'm too much," I managed to grit out, my voice strained.
She shook her head frantically, her eyes wild. "No, don't stop. Please, don't stop. I want all of you."
I couldn't have stopped if I'd tried. Every fiber of my being was focused on the incredible sensation of being sheathed inside her. Her walls pulsed around me, her wet heat enveloping me like a glove. With a groan, I pulled back slowly, only to thrust forward again, impaling her on my length.
Isabella cried out, her back arching as I bottomed out. "Yes, just like that. Harder, Thomas, harder!"
I was happy to oblige. I withdrew almost entirely, only to slam back into her, claiming her as my own. The force of our bodies colliding sent a jolt through us both, her nails digging into my skin as I pounded into her.
"You feel so good," I growled, my hips snapping forward in sharp, relentless thrusts.
"Harder," she begged, her eyes clenched shut as she reveled in the sensation. "Fuck me harder, Thomas."
I gripped her hips, pulling her tighter against me as I drove into her with abandon. The slap of our bodies echoed in the room, mixed with her cries and my grunts of pleasure. My cock delved deep, stroking that magic spot inside her with each powerful thrust.
"There," she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Right there, Thomas! You're hitting it so perfectly."
I aimed for that spot ruthlessly, my hips snapping forward in a rhythm. Isabella's body bowed off the couch, her breasts bouncing with the force of my thrusts. Her cries filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that urged me on.
I reached between us, my fingers finding her swollen clit. I rubbed lazy circles around it, relishing the way her body tightened around me with each touch. "Come for me, Isabella," I growled. "Come on my cock."
Her walls clenched at my command, her body stiffening as she soared towards the edge. "Oh God, Thomas! I'm—"
I silenced her with a thrust, my balls slapping against her ass as I claimed her mouth in a desperate kiss. She cried out into my mouth, her body shaking as she tumbled over the edge.
Her orgasm was my undoing. Feeling her walls clenching and pulsing around me pushed me over the edge. I swore, my hips stuttering as I fought for control. My balls tightened, that familiar coil in my gut signaling my impending release. I thrust a few more times, each drive more erratic and sloppy than the last.
With one final, deep thrust, I spilled myself inside her, my vision going white with the force of my release. My hips jerked uncontrollably, riding out the waves of pleasure as I filled the condom. Each pulse sent a shockwave of sensation through me, my breath coming in short, sharp pants.
I collapsed onto her, my forehead resting against hers as I struggled to catch my breath. My heart hammered in my chest, my body feeling weak and spent. Slowly, I became aware of her fingers gently stroking my back, her legs still wrapped around my waist.
"That... was..." I panted, my lips curving into a satisfied smile. "Incredible."
She laughed breathlessly, her fingers tangling in my hair. "You have no idea how long I've wanted that."
I pushed myself onto my forearms, looking down at her triumphantly. Her hair was tousled, her chest still heaving as she reveled in the afterglow. Her lips were swollen from my kisses, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
"I have a pretty good idea," I said, leaning down to capture her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. "But feel free to show me again. I'm a fast learner."
She grinned, her hands roaming down my back to squeeze my ass. "Oh, I plan to. Many, many times."
I pushed myself up, my muscles protesting the movement. "I better get going before I'm too sore to move." I grabbed my boxers and pants, wincing as I pulled them on. "I'll, uh, get rid of this too." I held up the condom, making a mental note to dispose of it discreetly. I didn't need this ending up in some trash can where Natalie or, god forbid, a student might find it.
Isabella sat up. Her breasts still bore the marks of my mouth, and the sight sent a pang of satisfaction through me. "You're leaving?" she asked, her voice heavy with disappointment.
"You're leaving?" Isabella asked, her voice laced with disappointment as she sat up, her breasts still bearing the marks of my mouth.
I hesitated, torn between the desire to stay and the need to get home before it got too late. "Well, I don't want to miss my class tomorrow," I said, running a hand through my disheveled hair. "You know how it is, being a professor and all. Can't afford to slack off."
Isabella pouted, her full lips tempting me to lean in and capture them once more. "But I was hoping we could savor every moment of the night together," she purred, her delicate fingers tracing tantalizing patterns down my chest. The feather-light touch sent electricity coursing through my body, making my resolve waver. "Who knows when we'll have another opportunity like this?"
I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring her body's warmth against mine and her perfume's intoxicating scent. With a heavy sigh, I opened them again, meeting her gaze. "As much as I'd love to stay, darling, I really should be heading home," I murmured, my voice thick with regret. I leaned in, brushing my lips softly against her forehead, allowing myself one last moment of intimacy.
Before I could pull away, Isabella's hand shot out, grasping the front of my shirt and yanking me back toward her. "Oh, no, you don't," she growled. "You're not going anywhere."
With that, she pulled me into a searing kiss, her tongue dancing with mine in a passionate embrace. I couldn't help but melt into her, my hands finding their way to her hips as I lost myself in the sensation of her lips on mine.
When we finally came up for air, we were both panting. "I really should go," I murmured, my fingers tracing the curve of her waist.
"Nope," she said, popping the 'p' with a grin. "You're staying right here." She pulled me down onto the couch, her body molding against mine as she settled into my lap.
"And what if I refuse?"
She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with challenge. "Then I'll just have to find ways to convince you."
With that, she pressed her lips to mine again, her kiss deep and thorough, leaving me breathless and aching for more.
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