Chapter 71

**Sara**

I shifted on his lap, my dress riding up even higher, exposing more of my thighs. "Fine," I breathed, feeling emboldened by the wine and the heat of the moment. "I'm wet. Happy now?"
"Very," he growled. "But I want to hear more."
My cheeks burned as I whispered, "I'm soaking wet for you, Tom. God, I want you so badly."
"Mmm, that's what I like to hear." His hand found its way under my dress, inching towards my core. "Tell me what you're craving."
I swallowed hard, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers danced across my stomach. "I want your cock," I breathed. "I want you to fuck me hard."
"Damn, Sara," Tom groaned, grinding me down on his lap. "Hearing you talk like that makes me even harder."
I moaned softly as his hand finally reached my panties, his fingers teasing the damp fabric. "Please," I whispered, rocking my hips against his hand. "Touch me."
"You're so eager, Sara. I love how desperate you are for me."
"You have no idea," I whispered.
His fingers finally slid beneath the elastic of my panties, his touch sending sparks through my body. I arched my back, offering myself to him, my breasts straining against the fabric of my dress.
"Damn, you're so wet," he growled, his fingers gliding through my slick folds. "This is what I like to see. My good girl, all worked up and wanting my cock."
I moaned softly, my hands gripping his shoulders as he slowly teased me, his fingers caressing my sensitive flesh but not giving me the release I craved. I tried to push his hand harder against me, needing more pressure and more contact.
"You like that, huh?" he teased. "You like my fingers playing with that pretty pussy of yours?"
"Yes," I hissed, my hips bucking against his hand. "But I want more, Tom. Please."
In response, he slid one finger deep inside me, making me cry out in pleasure. "More, huh? I'll give you more."
"Mmm, yes, just like that," I breathed as his finger thrust inside me, slow and deliberate, dragging out my pleasure-slick moans. Every nerve in my body hummed with need, and I felt like I was on the brink of something explosive.
His lips found mine again, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss that left no doubt about what he wanted. Our tongues danced, and I tasted the wine on his breath, the hint of sweetness mingling with his natural flavor. It was heady, intoxicating.
I broke the kiss, playfully biting his lower lip as I pulled away. "Tom," I panted, "if you keep teasing me like this, I might combust."
He chuckled, his fingers still working magic between my legs. "Combust, huh? Sounds messy."
"Very messy." I grinned as I retreated to my knees, straddling his lap. I ground myself against his cock, feeling his hardness pressed against my pussy through our clothes. "But worth it."
His hands slid up my thighs, settling on my hips. "What are you planning?"
"Something you'll love," I murmured, slipping my dress over my head and tossing it aside. My bra followed, leaving me half-naked in front of him.
His eyes darkened with lust as they roved over my exposed skin.
I unbuckled his belt with practiced ease. I tugged his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock, which sprang up eagerly.
I couldn't resist wrapping my fingers around his length, giving it a firm stroke. "Looks like someone missed me," I teased.
Tom groaned, his hips jerking up into my hand. "You have no idea."
"Let's fix that, shall we?" I slid off his lap and onto the floor, positioning myself between his legs. I looked up at him and batted my eyelashes. "Comfortable?"
"Very," he rumbled, his eyes never leaving mine.
Without breaking eye contact, I leaned down and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, but he didn't move, allowing me to set the pace.
"Your cock tastes so good," I murmured, taking him deeper into my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking gently as I slid him in and out of my lips.
Tom's breathing grew ragged, his hips twitching with each pass of my mouth. "Sara, if you keep that up..."
"Mmm," I hummed around his length, the vibrations making him groan louder.
I picked up the pace, bobbing my head faster and taking him deeper with each motion. My hand joined the action, stroking the base of his cock in time with my mouth. His fingers found their way into my hair, gripping it lightly as he guided me.
"Fuck, Sara. Just like that," he panted, his hips lifting off the couch in time with my movements. "You're gonna make me come."
I didn't relent, sucking harder and faster as I felt him throb in my mouth. His release was fast approaching, and I wanted to push him over the edge. I took him deep, relaxing my throat and humming again.
"Oh, shit," he growled, his grip tightening in my hair. "I'm gonna—"
With a deep groan, he came, his hot seed spilling down my throat. I swallowed eagerly, savoring the salty taste and the feel of his cock pulsing against my tongue.
As I wiped my lips with a satisfied smirk, Tom pulled me up for a lingering kiss. The taste of his release lingered between us, mingling with the wine we'd shared earlier. His hands cupped my face, pulling me closer as if he couldn't get enough.
I pressed myself against him, feeling the remnants of his arousal softening but still firm beneath me. My fingers danced lazily down his chest, teasing the light trail of hair leading to the prize. I wrapped my hand around his semi-hard cock, my thumb tracing the vein that pulsed with each beat of his heart.
"Are you trying to get me revved up already?" His voice was husky, that sexy rasp making my own blood sing.
"Perhaps," I replied, playing coy, though we both knew where this night was heading.
I moved on his lap, grinding my ass against him, coaxing his interest back to life. His groan was music to my ears, a deep rumble that spoke of promise and satisfaction.
"You really are a tease," he chuckled, though the way he captured my lips left no doubt of his approval.
I relished how his hands ran down my body, every touch deliberate and appreciated. He palmed my breasts, kneading them slowly as we kissed, each squeeze igniting yet another flame in the fire building between us.
His tongue danced with mine, and for a moment, I let myself float in the sensation of him, the heat and the wine creating a heady combination. My hand stroked him slowly, feeling the familiar weight returning, the interest sparking anew beneath my touch.
"If you keep this up, I'm going to have to do something about it," he murmured against my lips.
I laughed softly. "Promises, promises," I quipped, knowing fully what was coming and relishing in the anticipation.
His hands slid down my back, hitching my panties down as he moved until they lay forgotten around my ankles. "Up," he commanded softly, and I obliged, rising onto my knees, straddling his lap, and leaning back.
Tom shifted us easily, guiding me back onto the couch and settling between my legs, an eagerness blazing in his eyes. His hands roamed my thighs, spreading me wide as I watched him drink at the sight of me.
When his tongue first flicked out, I gasped, the touch electric against my pussy. He teased my outer folds, circling without delving deeper, keeping me on edge with a maddening patience.
"T-Tom," I breathed, my hands pressing against the couch as he dipped lower, his lips brushing my inner thighs.
With a deft movement, his fingers joined the fray, slipping into me as his mouth found my clit, sucking gently. The combination was potent, pleasure firing through me like a live wire. Each flick of his tongue, each press of his fingers had me gasping, my body arching beneath him, drawn taut by the pleasure coursing through every nerve.
He didn't rush, and neither did I, basking in the sheer delight of wanting... of knowing we would draw this out until neither of us could stand it any longer.
Soon, my fingers tangled in his hair, urging him to keep going, eliciting more of those sinful sensations. I was lost in wave after wave of ecstasy, his name a mantra falling from my lips.
Just when I thought I'd reached the brink, he withdrew, earning a desperate sound of complaint from deep in my throat. "Do you always have to tease me like this?" I mock-glared as I met his gaze, seeing the twinkle of devilry in his eyes.
"It's fun," he admitted with a wicked smile.
I was about to retort when he bent his head again, capturing my clit with a terrible precision that made my back arch, words fleeing in favor of breathless cries.
Tom slowly withdrew his fingers, sliding back up my body with a lazy, delicious sinuousness that left me wanting more. "You know how to eat pussy," I moaned when I could finally speak again.
"It seems to be appreciated," he murmured, kissing me long and slowly, sharing my taste on his lips.
"I think it's time we move this to the bedroom," I suggested.
Without missing a beat, he scooped me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his hardness pressed against my wet, needy pussy. "Lead the way," I murmured into his ear, nibbling his earlobe just enough to make him groan.
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