Chapter 94
**Sara**
His mouth descended on my breast again, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. I gasped, my back arching as he sucked and nipped at the tender flesh. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he bit down, the sharp sting mingling with the pleasure.
"Ow! Tom, that hurts!" I scolded, tugging on his hair.
"I'm sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?" Tom asked, concerned yet with that husky undertone that drove me wild.
"You're such an asshole sometimes," I muttered, my breathy voice betraying me. "But... I like it. Keep going."
"As you wish," he murmured, his lips descending once more to my breast.
This time, he was more careful, his mouth worshipping my skin with tenderness. The sharp sting from before faded, replaced by a wave of pleasure that made me shiver.
"Tom," I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "You really know how to drive a girl crazy."
"That's the plan," he whispered, his hands sliding down to my hips. He squeezed, pulling me closer until I could feel his hard cock pressing against my pussy.
"Fuck," I breathed, grinding against him. "I need you. Now."
"Patience. We've got all night."
"To hell with patience," I snapped. "I want you inside me. Now."
Tom's eyes darkened with desire, but he didn't argue. Instead, he flipped us over, pinning me beneath him on the couch. His weight was delicious, grounding me in the storm of sensation.
He kissed me deeply, his tongue delving into my mouth with a possessiveness that made me dizzy. I responded with equal fervor, my hands roaming his back, nails scraping lightly against his skin.
His fingers found the waistband of my jeans, and he quickly unbuttoned them. I lifted my hips, helping him slide them down and off. He tossed them aside, his eyes raking over my now nearly-naked body.
He leaned down, kissing my leg, taking his sweet time.
"Tom, please," I whispered, begging. "I need you. Don't make me wait."
"I love hearing you beg."
"Asshole," I muttered, but it lacked any real heat. I was too lost in the sensation of his lips and hands on my body.
Finally, he hooked his fingers into my panties, sliding them down and off with a practiced ease. I was completely exposed to him now, and the way he looked at me made my heart race.
"God, you're beautiful," he murmured. His hands traced a path down my thighs, spreading my legs wider. I felt exposed and vulnerable, but the look in his eyes made me feel powerful, like a goddess about to be worshipped.
He kissed the inside of my thigh, his lips soft and warm against my skin. My breath hitched as he moved higher, his tongue flicking out to taste me. When his mouth finally reached my pussy, I let out a soft moan, my fingers tangling in his hair.
His tongue lapped at my clit, teasing and swirling with a maddening precision. "Fuck, Tom," I gasped, my hips bucking against his mouth. "That feels so good."
His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he devoured me. His tongue danced over my folds, plunging into my wetness and flicking my clit with expert skill.
"Oh, God," I moaned, my back arching off the couch. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
He didn't. He sucked and licked, his tongue driving me to the edge. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he slipped a finger inside me, curling it just right. The combination of his mouth and his fingers was too much.
My moans turned into cries of ecstasy as I bucked against him, desperate for release. He kept up the relentless assault, his tongue flicking over my clit with a rhythm that drove me wild.
"Oh, fuck!" I screamed, my hands fisting in his hair. "I'm gonna come!"
He didn't let up, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. The tension built inside me until it was unbearable, and then it snapped. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me trembling and breathless.
Tom lifted his head, his lips glistening with my juices. "Damn, you taste good," he murmured.
I couldn't form a coherent response, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. I managed a weak smile, my fingers brushing through his hair.
"Come here," I whispered, pulling him up to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips, a heady mix of desire and satisfaction. My hands roamed his body, desperate to feel every inch of him. His skin was warm and smooth under my fingertips, the hard lines of his muscles making me ache to have him inside me.
My fingers danced along his chest, trailing down to the waistband of his pants. I fumbled with the button, my urgency making me clumsy. Tom chuckled, his hands covering mine to help.
"Having trouble?" he teased.
"Shut up and help me," I muttered, finally managing to pop the button. My hands slipped into his pants, fingers wrapping around his cock. He was already hard, thick, and throbbing in my grasp. I stroked him slowly, reveling in the way he gasped, his breath hitching at my touch.
"Damn, Sara," he groaned, his hips bucking into my hand. "You're driving me crazy."
"Good," I whispered, kissing him deeply. I tightened my grip, my hand moving up and down his length with deliberate slowness. The feel of his cock, hot and hard, made my own desire burn even brighter.
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