Chapter 95
**Sara**
Tom's hands roamed my body, caressing and squeezing as I continued to stroke him. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I could feel the tension building between us, a coiled spring ready to snap.
"I forgot to bring condoms," he admitted, frustrated. "We should stop."
"Tom, seriously? We already had sex without a condom. Are you really gonna stop now?"
He paused, his hands still resting on my hips. "I know, but... I mean, it's not smart. We should be careful."
"We both know we're past the point of no return. I want you. Now. Are you really going to make me beg?"
"I just... I don't want to put you at risk."
I pressed my lips against his, kissing him deeply. "I'll handle it. Just fuck me."
That seemed to be the breaking point. He let out a low growl, and his hands moved to the waistband of his pants. He unbuttoned them quickly, almost tearing the fabric in his urgency. I watched, my breath hitching as he slid his pants and boxers down, revealing his hard, throbbing cock.
"Happy now?" he asked with a smirk.
I reached out, wrapping my hand around his length. "Very."
His cock was hot and hard in my hand, throbbing with each beat of his heart. I stroked him slowly, my fingers teasing the sensitive skin. He let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly against my touch.
"Damn, Sara," he muttered, his eyes half-closed in pleasure.
"You like that?"
"Fuck, yes."
I leaned in, pressing my lips against the tip of his cock. My tongue flicked out, tasting the salty pre-cum that had gathered there. He let out a sharp gasp, his hands gripping the couch cushions.
"Jesus, Sara," he breathed. "You're killing me."
"Good," I murmured, my lips brushing against his length. "I want you to suffer."
"Oh, you're gonna pay for that."
Before I could respond, he scooped me up and carried me to the bed. I laughed, my arms wrapping around his neck as he deposited me onto the mattress.
"You think you're so tough," I teased, my fingers trailing down his chest.
"You have no idea," he shot back.
He spread my legs wide, his hands gripping my thighs with a possessive force. I shivered, the cool air brushing against my exposed pussy.
"Look at you," he murmured. "So fucking beautiful."
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. "Stop talking and fuck me already."
"Impatient, aren't we?"
"You have no idea," I retorted, breathless with desire.
He didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself between my legs, his cock pressing against my entrance. The sensation sent a shiver up my spine, making me arch my back.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Stop asking and just do it," I practically begged, my hands gripping the sheets.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered me. I gasped. The feeling of him stretching me, filling me completely, was almost overwhelming. He paused for a moment, letting me adjust to his size, before pulling back and thrusting again, harder this time.
"Fuck, Tom," I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. "You feel so good."
"You're so tight," he groaned, his pace quickening. "So fucking tight."
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, building higher and higher. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies moving together, the slap of skin against skin, and our mingled moans and gasps.
"Harder," I demanded, my voice breathless. "Fuck me harder."
He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent. I could feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter with each movement. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss.
Our lips met in a frantic, hungry kiss, tongues battling for dominance. I could taste the desperation, the need, in his kiss, and it only fueled my own desire. My hips bucked against his, matching his rhythm, driving us both closer to the edge.
"You're gonna make me come," he panted against my lips.
"Not yet," I managed to gasp out. "I want to come with you."
He let out a low growl, his thrusts becoming almost frantic. I could feel him swelling inside me, the tension in his body mirroring my own. I was so close, teetering on the edge, and I could tell he was too.
"Fuck, I'm so close," I moaned, my nails raking down his back.
"Come for me," he urged, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Come with me."
That was all it took. The tension inside me snapped, and I was falling, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. I cried out, my body trembling with the force of it. Tom followed seconds later, his own release mingling with mine as he buried himself deep inside me.
We lay there, panting and trembling, trying to catch our breath. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
I wrapped my arms around Tom, pulling him close. His weight on top of me was comforting, grounding me as the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through my body. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, our breaths slowly syncing up as we came down from our high.
"Well," I said, trying to catch my breath, "that was... something."
"Something? Is that all you've got to say?"
I smacked his shoulder playfully. "Give me a break. You just fucked my brains out. I'm not exactly Shakespeare right now."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"You would," I retorted.
Tom rolled off me, flopping onto his back beside me. I immediately missed his warmth, so I curled against his side, resting my head on his chest.
"You know," I mused, tracing patterns on his skin with my fingertip, "you've got some impressive stamina for an old man."
"Old man? I'm only thirty-one, Sara."
"Exactly. Practically ancient."
"Says the girl who was just begging me to fuck her harder."
I felt my cheeks heat up. "I did not beg."
"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow. "So that wasn't you saying, 'Please, Tom, I need you now'?"
"Shut up," I muttered, burying my face in his chest to hide my embarrassment.
His laugh rumbled through his chest. "It's okay, Sara. Your secret's safe with me."
I lifted my head, narrowing my eyes at him. "Oh, you think you're so clever, don't you?"
"I don't think I know," Tom replied with that infuriating smirk.
"And modest, too. How did I get so lucky?"
"Must be your sparkling personality," he quipped, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my back.
"Please," I scoffed. "We both know my incredible body and witty banter keep you coming back."
"Oh? Is that what you think?"
"Am I wrong?"
He pretended to consider it for a moment. "Well, the body part is definitely true."
I smacked his chest playfully. "You're such an ass."
"An ass with a great body, apparently."
I laughed. "God, your ego is out of control."
"Says the girl who just claimed her incredible body keeps me coming back."
"Touché," I conceded, settling back against his chest.
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