Chapter 74
**Tom**
I trailed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower. Her breath hitched as I reached her breasts, my mouth teasing and tasting her soft skin. I felt her arch beneath me, her fingers tangling in my hair.
"Tom," she breathed, needy and impatient.
Sara's breath hitched as my lips hovered over her nipples. I couldn't help but smirk against her skin, feeling the electric tension between us. It was a delicious game, one I had no intention of rushing.
"You know, I think you might be the best damn alarm clock I've ever had," I murmured before taking her nipple into my mouth, feeling it harden against my tongue. She moaned, arching her back and pressing her breast further into my mouth.
"I aim to... Oh God... please you," she replied, her voice filled with sarcasm and neediness that made me chuckle. I switched to her other nipple, sucking and gently nipping at it, savoring the way her body responded to my touch.
"You know," I said between kisses, "I could get used to mornings like this."
"Less talking, more... holy shit... more kissing."
"As you wish," I said, my voice vibrating against her skin. I flicked my tongue over her nipple, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath me. My cock was rock-hard against her thigh, and I knew she could feel it.
"Oh, Professor," she teased, that wicked glint returning to her eyes. "Do I get extra credit for... oh... for this?"
"Only if you keep moaning like that," I replied, moving lower, kissing down her stomach. Her breath quickened, her hips lifting slightly as I approached where she wanted me most.
I paused just above her pussy, looking up at her. The desire in her eyes was intoxicating, and I loved that I had put that look there.
"Tom, please," she begged, and there was a beautiful desperation in her voice.
"Well, since you asked so nicely," I said, my breath hot against her skin. I kissed the inside of her thigh, then the other, taking my sweet time. She whimpered, her hands tangled in the sheets, her body trembling with anticipation.
Finally, I let my tongue slide between her folds, tasting her, feeling her, and she cried out, her legs parting further, inviting me in. I teased her clit with my tongue, drawing little circles around it, making her pant and moan.
"Fuck, Tom," she gasped, her hips moving in time with my tongue.
"Language, Miss Parker," I teased, pulling back slightly to look up at her flushed face.
"Shut up and eat my pussy," she shot back, her eyes wild with lust.
"A woman who knows what she wants. Can't say no to that." I dove back in, my tongue working her clit with newfound intensity, two of my fingers sliding inside her, pumping in and out. Her moans turned to gasps and then to cries, her body tightening around my fingers.
"Just like that, oh fuck, just like that," she panted, her fingers gripping my hair. "I'm so close, don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping. Not until I felt her shaking with release. I sucked on her clit, my fingers curling inside her, hitting that perfect spot. I could feel her getting wetter, her movements frantic.
"Oh my God, I'm coming!" she cried, her body tensing, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. I didn't stop, riding it out with her, savoring her taste and the feel of her quivering around my fingers.
When she finally came down, her body relaxed, her breathing heavy. She looked at me through half-closed eyes, a lazy smile on her lips.
"You're... you're too good at that," she murmured, still catching her breath.
I grinned, kissing my way back up her body. "Years of practice," I joked, earning a playful slap on the shoulder.
"Oh, really? With who?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing in mock jealousy
"Do you really want to know?"
She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip. "Yes, I do. How many... women have you been with?"
"Women?" I laughed, leaning in to kiss her. "Sara, if you're going to ask, ask it right."
She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "Fine. How many pussies have you fucked with that cock of yours?"
"Direct, I like it." I paused, pretending to think. "Let's see..."
"I'm waiting."
"Well, if we're talking specifics..." I trailed off, enjoying the way her eyes sparkled with curiosity and a hint of something darker. "More than a few. But none of them compared to you."
"Really? Are you saying you liked my pussy better or me?"
"Oh, definitely your pussy," I teased, earning a mock glare. "But you? You're something else entirely."
Sara swatted my arm, but her smile was infectious. "Asshole," she muttered, but there was no real heat in her words. "So, what makes my pussy so special, Professor?"
I leaned back, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of her—hair tousled, skin flushed, eyes filled with a mischievous glint. I traced a finger down her side, making her shiver.
"Well," I began, my voice low and teasing, "first off, it's the perfect fit for my cock. It's like you were made just for me."
Sara giggled, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "You think so?"
"Oh, absolutely. And then there's the way you taste. Fuck, Sara, you taste like heaven. Sweet, addictive. I could eat your pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."
"You're such a charmer, Professor."
I leaned in to nibble on her earlobe. "Just being honest. And then there's the way you respond to me. The way your pussy clenches around my cock when you come... it's fucking perfect."
Sara's breath hitched. "You're really good at this, you know that?"
"Good at what?"
"Making me want you. Making me wet just by talking."
"Is that so?" I murmured, sliding a hand between her thighs. My fingers found her slick and ready. "Well, let's see just how wet you are."
She moaned softly as I slipped a finger inside her, her hips arching up to meet my hand. "Tom... you're driving me crazy."
"That's the plan," I said, curling my finger inside her, hitting that sweet spot that made her gasp. "I want you to think about me all day. Every time you sit down, I want you to feel the ache between your legs and remember what I did to you."
"Fuck," she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut. "You're such a dirty talker."
"And you love it," I teased, adding a second finger, my thumb brushing over her clit.
"Yes," she moaned, her body trembling. "I love it. I love the way you make me feel."
"Good," I said, my voice a low growl. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
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