Chapter Thirteen
Forbidden Fruit
Tom stood up from the stool and lifted me with ease, my naked legs wrapping around his waist. I felt weightless and secure in his able arms. Still kissing, he carried me into the living room where we sat on his leather couch, my body straddling his. My robe parted at the thighs, revealing my nakedness.
Slowly and effortlessly, he untied the cloth belt and opened the robe. Gooseflesh beaded on my skin as the cool air brushed against me. His eyes narrowed with lust at the sight of my nude breasts, regarding me with wonder, a man worshiping a goddess.
Watching the reaction my body had on him made me ache for his touch.
He swallowed hard, rubbing a hand over his face. “Have you any idea how difficult it’s been to sit next to you all this time, knowing the only thing separating me from your naked body has been this robe?” His voice was deep, throaty.
With sensual movements, my body pleaded for his attention, silently urging him to place his hands on me.
A mischievous smirk traced across his lips. “You might kill me if you keep doing that,” he mused.
I bit my bottom lip. “You aren’t touching me,” I whispered, my hips pressing against him in fluid motion.
He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, his chest heaving with arousal. “You have no idea how much I want to.”
I leaned into him, dropping my hands behind him onto the backrest of the leather couch. My hair cascaded over his face, my lips hovering over his. “What’s stopping you?”
Tom’s eyes bore into mine, a warning hiding behind the embers in his gaze. “There’s no going back.”
I nodded, granting him permission to touch me.
His perfectly chiseled chest made me gasp as he swiftly removed his shirt.
Whoa.
My hands couldn’t resist the urge to run my fingers through his chest hair and feel his broadness, his hard stomach. My eyes hungrily skimmed further, the downward path blocked by buckled pants. My urgent hands ripped at his belt and tugged at his fly, but Tom placed a hand over mine, stopping me again like he had done in the car.
I frowned.
He reached for my face and cupped my cheek, then he brought his lips to my ear. “First, I want to feel your body, baby, then you can play with mine.” His hot breath could have melted my skin.
He cupped each breast and softly rubbed his thumbs across my dark nipples, turning them into hard buds. I felt his growing length beneath me, fighting to escape from the confinement of his pants, my mouth watering at the thought. The gentle assault on my breasts forced me to arch my back, bringing my body closer to him. Cool wetness enveloped my areolas followed by a hot suckle.
With a breast in each hand, Tom licked and bit, driving me out of my mind. Writhing, I kept pushing into him with need.
He released me from his mouth, sliding his hands up to my shoulders as the robe slipped off, falling to the floor. With his fingers, he began a slow and sensual descent down my body, gliding down my sternum, stopping to caress my nipples. He continued an ardent path to my hips and down my thighs.
“I’ve wanted you like this since last night. Sitting on me, completely naked,” he said. His words fired up every nerve ending on my body. His hands caressed my thighs as he slowly brought them near my navel. Electric waves moved through me as his fingers hovered right above my private crease.
“Touch me, please,” I asked of him in a soft whisper.
He smirked. “I like the way you sound when you ask for it.”
“I need you,” I begged.
He cupped my ass with one hand and the back of my neck with the other, bringing my face closer to his and igniting me with his eyes. “Tell me where you want me to touch you.”
I took his large hand in mine and brought it to my wet center, never once losing contact with his eyes.
He refused to touch. “I want to hear you say it.”
I bit my bottom lip and felt my cheeks flush. I knew what he wanted me to say, I’d just never done that before. While it embarrassed me, it was incredibly hot. “Touch. My. Pussy,” I hissed.
He licked his finger and obliged, a sinister look in his eyes. The warmth of his skin as his fingers found me was sublime. He moaned at the touch of my slick flesh. To hear his aroused growl made my insides slippery. Tom took his other hand and wet his thumb in my mouth then pressed the pad against the cleft between my legs.
Ooh.
His cold, slick finger on my soft flesh turned my nub into a hard pearl. He massaged it, swirling my wetness around with tantalizing ease. Tingles of heat radiated throughout my body, drawing out moans from deep within. His breath grew heavy as he parted my private lips with his finger before sliding it in, pushing it deep.
“Shit, you are so wet,” he said as he plunged in a second finger, slowly massaging my walls. My back arched tighter, his thumb playing with my pearl. Waves of sweet tension pulsated from my groin as my orgasm built in my stomach and spiraled down. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it.
He pulled his hand away right as I was about to come. “Oh, baby girl, not yet,” he said with a grin.
I groaned, confused and disappointed.
He licked his slick fingers. “You taste too good,” Tom said as he guided my lips toward his, kissing me hard, his tongue lapping at mine with a subtle taste of me still lingering in his mouth. It was a devilish instrument bent on slaying me. Instantly, I forgot all about his torture. As he continued to invade my mouth, his fingers migrated between my legs to stroke me again. He slid up and down my cleft until the tingle of sexual pleasure vibrated inside me once more, making me silky-wet.
“I want to taste your salty sweetness with my tongue,” he uttered.
Those words made me feel like candy wanting to be devoured. My intoxicated moans answered him, and gently, he pushed me to the side on the sofa and placed me down on my back.
With his muscled body over me, his thighs spreading me open, the buckle of his jeans grazed my center. His lips swept over my neck, sparking electricity all over my body. He started his sweet crawl down my chest, leaving cold streaks of wetness over suckled breasts. The tender kisses he placed down my abdomen and on my hips turned me into putty. Expert fingers feathered over my thighs before they reached for the cleft between my legs. Very softly, he parted my folds until he found my clit.
A cool draft, followed by his heated exhale, primed me for his unforgiving invasion. His tongue dove deep inside me before flicking at my nub. He licked and lapped up and down my entire slit before diving his tongue deep again. My body tightened with glee, yearning for him to bury inside me. Then he penetrated me with a long thick finger while his tongue continued its assault. He plunged deeper and harder, sending jolts of sensation throughout my body.
I raised my head off the couch and gorged on the sight of him devouring my womanhood. “I’m so close, I can’t hold it anymore.” My orgasm built higher than I ever felt before. Wanting to take his tongue and fingers deeper into me, I spread my legs wider for him.
I’d never been so vulnerable.
He licked stronger, flicking me with the tip of his tongue, one finger and then two, thrusting faster and deeper. “Come for me, baby,” he urged between licks.
I liquefied as my hips bucked. Wave after wave of mind blowing orgasm pulsed up between my legs and through my body. He continued to lap, drinking every ounce of my release. My eyes remained glued to his face, watching his tongue slowly brush over my swollen clit.
My mind and body were lost in delirium. I lay motionless, reveling in the peaceful bliss.
He rose to his feet and dropped his pants. As he lowered his boxer briefs, his thick, massive shaft shot straight up to his navel, hard as a pole. He was positively the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He stroked himself while he continued to devour me with his eyes.
I salivated, wanting to take him in my mouth, to slide my tongue down his length and suck the large plum-head between my lips, tasting the sweet dew off the small slit at the top. Between parted lips, my tongue beckoned him to come closer, but he rolled a piece of latex over his member, denying me the opportunity to take him in my mouth.
He lowered over me and pressed his erection against my sex, instantly revving up my appetite. “Can you feel how bad I want you right now?” he asked, as the soft push of his hard-throbbing flesh slowly peeled me open. His thickness burned my walls with tantalizing delight, and I dripped with need.
“I can lose myself in you tonight,” he whispered with a groan. Partially inside me, he pulled out then he pushed in again, excruciatingly slow, yet delightfully sensual. He entered with just the head, pulling out just when I thought he was going to plunge deep. Over and over he played, spiking tension inside me. The torture drove me out of my mind.
“Deeper, baby,” I urged.
Holding me in his eyes, he slid fully inside, filling me to the hilt. My body groaned. His carnal growls reverberated in my chest. Tom thrust steadily, letting me feel every inch of his cock.
As his ardor grew, so did his fire. He was unrelenting. Our mouths on each other matched the intensity of our bodies. I was ready to explode, but in a swift move, Tom pulled me up and I straddled him, riding him, pushing deep until I could feel him knocking at my womb. He took my breasts in his mouth and raked my nipples with his teeth.
His body tightened, lustful eyes locked on my body. It made me want him more, made me desire to own his release. I yearned to see him come undone, pulsating as my private lips milked him clean. Tom wrapped his arms around me, holding me close and still, his dick growing stiffer, twitching inside me.
I ground my hips around his erection, slow then fast, manipulating him with my body to give himself to me.
He panted as he grabbed my ass in both hands and spread my cheeks. “Christ. Baby…You’re gonna make me come if you don’t…slow…down.”
I buried my nose into the crook of his neck, absorbing his primal scent. His cock tightened as his orgasm began to peak.
I couldn’t hold on any longer and I erupted over him like molten lava.
“Ah…fuck,” he growled as he felt me release over him, pushing him over the edge and rupturing inside me, his hot mess spurting into the damn latex.
Covered in sweat, I fell into his arms, completely and utterly spent. He grabbed my chin and brought my lips to his, delivering a heated kiss, his mouth the ripest of forbidden fruit. Tart, yet sweet.