Chapter 72
**Sara**
We stumbled down the hall, our laughter mixing with heated kisses until we finally reached his bedroom. He set me down gently on the bed, but our hunger for each other didn't slow.
He stripped off his shirt in one fluid motion, revealing his toned chest and abs. I let my gaze wander, drinking in every inch of his exposed skin. We were both bare now, our bodies humming with anticipation. Our eyes locked in a wordless promise of what was to come, the intensity of his gaze making my breath catch in my throat.
Tom reached into the nightstand, pulling out a condom.
"Let me," I offered, taking the condom from his hands. I climbed back onto the bed and rolled it onto his stiff cock, enjoying the way it jerked in response to my touch. I looked up at him, tongue-in-cheek. "Safety first, right?"
"Of course," he responded, leaning down to kiss me again, his weight pinning me to the mattress in the most delicious way.
Tom didn't waste time. He positioned himself at my entrance, his head nudging my slick folds. "Ready?"
"Yes," I breathed, spreading my legs wider to give him better access. I reached up to caress Tom's face, my fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. "I want you," I whispered.
He pushed in slowly, the sensation of him stretching me inch by inch, driving me wild. When he was fully seated, we both paused, savoring the feeling of being completely connected. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he groaned, his voice thick with need.
"You too," I gasped, clinging to his shoulders as he began to move, each thrust deep and deliberate.
As he built up speed, our moans filled the room, a symphony of lust. His thrusts were powerful, each one sending sparks of pleasure radiating through my body. "Don't stop," I panted, my nails digging into his back, urging him on.
He didn't. Tom drove into me repeatedly, finding a rhythm that had me crying out with each plunge. My body rocked beneath him, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every motion. I saw stars when he shifted his angle, hitting that perfect spot inside me. "Right there," I whimpered. "Please, don't stop."
He grinned down at me, sweat glistening on his forehead. "Oh, I won't." His words were a promise, and he kept it, driving me toward the edge with each pounding thrust.
I felt myself getting close, the wave of orgasm building and building until I couldn't hold back.
"Tom, I'm gonna—" But before I could finish, the climax crashed over me, ripping a scream from my lips. My body tensed, then released, each pulse of pleasure washing over me in an endless cascade.
Riding out my orgasm, Tom continued to fuck me, his movements growing more erratic as he chased his own release. He pulled back, leaning me over onto my hands and knees, giving me a playful slap on my ass as he re-entered me from behind. "You're incredible," he muttered, more to himself than to me.
I laughed breathlessly, loving the sensation of him filling me from this new angle. "Oh, you like this, don't you?"
"Hell, yes."
But then, a desire I hadn't voiced before bubbled to the surface. "Tom," I said, looking over my shoulder at him. "I want you to fuck me without the condom."
His eyes widened, a spark of both surprise and arousal lighting up his face. "You sure?"
"Positive," I panted, feeling bold and desperate. "I want to feel you. All of you."
Without another word, he pulled out, quickly disposing of the condom. His cock bobbed free, glistening with our combined arousal. He spread my ass cheeks, sliding his bare length against my slick entrance, teasing me with just the tip.
"Don't tease, Tom," I groaned.
"Not a tease," he murmured, pushing forward until he was buried to the hilt inside me, no barrier between us. "Fuck," he hissed. "You feel amazing."
The sensation of him raw, skin to skin, was electrifying. I felt every ridge, every pulse, every thick inch of him filling me completely. "Oh my God," I moaned, pushing back against him. "This is even better."
He set a new pace, each thrust raw and unfiltered. The friction, the heat, and the sheer intimacy of it drove us both wild. "Fuck, Sara, you feel so fucking good."
"You too," I gasped, every nerve ending in my body on fire. "Keep going."
He did, our bodies slamming together, our moans filling the room. We were lost in each other, in the pure, primal act of fucking. No barriers, just skin and pleasure and need.
"I'm gonna come so hard," he groaned, his movements becoming erratic.
"Yes, come inside me," I urged, my own climax building again, even stronger this time. "I want to feel you come, Tom."
With a roar, he thrust deep one last time, his body tensing as he exploded inside me. The sensation of his hot release triggered my own orgasm, sending me spiraling into another wave of bliss.
We collapsed together, sweaty and breathless but entirely satisfied. He held me close, pressing soft kisses to my forehead.
"Wow," I breathed, nuzzling against his chest. "That was..."
"Amazing?" he supplied with a chuckle, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.
I hummed in agreement, reveling in the afterglow. But then, a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes.
"So, how about round two?" he murmured.
I laughed, swatting his shoulder playfully. "Already? Don't you need a break, old man?"
"Old man?" he scoffed, rolling us over so that he hovered above me. "I'll show you who's old."
His lips captured mine in a searing kiss, his hands roaming my body. I arched into his touch, feeling the familiar spark of desire reignite.
Tom's kisses trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. I shivered, my fingers tangling in his hair. "Tom..." I breathed, my voice laced with want.
His hand slipped between my thighs, his fingers teasing my still-sensitive flesh. I let out a soft gasp, my hips bucking against his touch.
"You're so wet for me," he murmured, his thumb circling my clit in a delicious rhythm.
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. "Tom, wait..." I panted, my body betraying my words.
"Wait? I don't think so, Sara." His fingers slipped inside my pussy, coaxing another wave of pleasure to wash over me.
"Ah, Tom!" I cried, my back arching as he stroked me with a practiced touch.
"That's it, baby," he murmured, his lips trailing my jaw. "Let me hear you."
I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as the tension built within me again. "I-I can't..." I gasped, my hips rocking against his hand.
"Yes, you can," he encouraged, his thumb circling my clit with a firm pressure. "Come for me, Sara."
The coil of pleasure tightened, and with a shudder, I let go, crying out Tom's name as the orgasm crashed over me. He held me through it, his fingers still moving, drawing out every last tremor of bliss.
When the aftershocks finally subsided, I collapsed back against the mattress, chest heaving. "You're...relentless," I managed between breaths.
Tom pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I aim to please."
"Well, you're certainly succeeding."
He smiled, his hand coming to rest on my hip. "So, about that second round..."
I held up a hand, shaking my head. "Hold on, cowboy. I need a minute to catch my breath."
"Fair enough," he conceded, pulling me into his arms. We lay there in comfortable silence, our heartbeats slowly returning to normal.
After a few moments, I traced patterns on his chest, biting my lip. "Though, I suppose I could be persuaded..."
"Is that so?"
I nodded, feigning nonchalance. "But only if you promise to take it slow this time."
"Slow, huh?" He nuzzled my neck, his breath tickling my skin. "I think I can manage that."
His lips found mine in a languid kiss, and I embraced him. The fire between us may have been temporarily banked, but I knew it wouldn't take much to stoke it back to life.
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