Chapter Twenty-One
Symphony
Gripping the hem of my nightgown, he lifted the delicate fabric up and over my head, his fingertips soft as rose petals on my skin. Dressed only in white, satin bikini bottoms, I stood before him, his hot gaze lingering over my naked breasts, electrifying me, making my body vibrate with anticipation.
Tom’s eyes shone with dark amusement as he scooped me up in his arms and laid me down on the bed. He climbed over on top of me, stretching his body along mine, but holding his weight on his forearms so as not to crush me. A wolfish grin twitched at the corners of his mouth. “You know, I had every intention of keeping my promise,” he said, his voice throaty as he reached a hand between my legs and cupped my mound, gently pushing against my clitoris.
My whole body flared at his touch, a tingle spreading from my groin to all my extremities. “Yeah, and…”
He pressed his lips to my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “I didn’t buy any condoms.”
Shit. I knew what he was asking me, and he wasn’t playing fair. His fingers were already claiming their territory. The thought of having him inside me without protection—the heat of his flesh brushing against me—made me even wetter.
“I’m clean…” I whispered between breaths, hoping I wouldn’t regret this.
“Good. Me too,” he replied as his mouth carved an ardent path from my lips, across my jawline, to my ear lobes and neck. “I want to show you all the different ways I can love you,” he growled in a low rumble as he licked my skin, his breath making me quiver.
He pressed against me with the rhythm of his kiss, leaving no inch untouched as he traveled down my body, taking extreme and prolonged care on my chest until my nipples were diamond hard buds. He tickled my navel with his slick tongue. Every nerve ending on my body was a slave to his mouth and hands.
He parted my legs, pushing down on my thighs, silently instructing me to keep them spread. All I could do was arch my back toward the ceiling as his fingers trailed from my toes, up my calves, to my knees and thighs, and finally to the apex between my legs. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over my mound, circling around my clit until my panties were soaked. My hips moved in tune to his touch as I urged him to roll off my underwear. His delay was a clear indication of his intent. Tom’s plan was one of torturous pleasure and not just release.
He must have felt how swollen I was because he rubbed at it harder.
“Tom…please.”
Hearing my plea, he finally grabbed hold of my panties and slid them off. His fingers found my clit again very quickly; the invasion was met without resistance as I slowly gave in to his expert touch, spreading my legs even wider as he buried two fingers inside me and pressed on my bundle of nerves with his thumb.
Tom knew my anatomy like no other and he played with me until my body was ready to surrender. “Tom…” I exhaled deeply between groans. It was all he needed to hear to push him to massage my walls with more determination, coaxing me to a shuddering orgasm.
I tensed, my body rigid with aftershocks. I needed him now more than ever. He undressed and lowered himself over me again, his warm and velvety erection pressing against the cleft of my sex. I gasped as he sheathed himself inside me slowly and playfully, entering in unrushed strokes. His length and girth took up every inch of me, making my body cry out in ecstasy.
The thought of abandoned protection flickered in my mind. Although we were both clean, I wasn’t on the pill—I would be, once I got back to New York—but for now, the moment was too perfect and the feeling too intense to allow it to snuff out the flame between us. Looking into his olive eyes, all I saw was a love so deeply entrenched, I couldn’t imagine regretting our recklessness. I was his and he was mine. That’s all that mattered. I wanted to yield to his love for me, to lose myself entirely to the man who would forever change me.
Our tempo hastened, our bodies battling each other as we chased relief. His groans were intense, reverberating through my bones. “Christ, Sara,” he panted, “I can’t hold it any longer. I need to come inside you, baby.”
I wanted nothing more than to have him flood me with his passion. The thought of having him come inside me like this made my mind spin, but reason tried to make me see sense one last time. I couldn’t let this moment be marred by another careless decision. “Tom…you can’t. I’m not…we don’t have protection.”
With unknown strength, I pushed him over and straddled him in one quick move. Once on top, I was able to control our pace, slowly riding down the wave. I lowered and placed my hands on his chest. I knew what we were doing wasn’t completely without risk, but at least if I could delay his orgasm just a little longer, I could make him come a different way. “Not yet, baby.” I smiled as I ground my hips over his pelvis, my eyes drinking in the sight of his body splayed underneath me. “It’s time for me to show you the many ways I can love you, too.”
He smiled back, perhaps enjoying the hint of mischief in my eyes. I arched my back as I sensually drove him to the hilt. His hands slid up my thighs, and before I sensed it, he’d sat up, our gazes locking like chains, anchoring us to one another.
Tom wrapped his arms around me as we rocked against each other. His cock was buried deeper than I’d ever felt it, pushing on my G-spot with hard pressure. I’d never been so close to anyone; it was as if our souls were finally whole. He burrowed his face in my neck; his hold around me growing tighter as his hips pushed deeper and harder. He was about to lose control, and his ragged breaths and growls overpowered my senses, driving me to climax. I wanted to keep riding the stream of pleasure, but I forced myself to push him back down on the bed. I didn’t want to unchain myself from him, but I knew at least for tonight, I would claim him another way.
I slid off him then took him in my hands before he had a chance to protest. I stroked him long and hard, feeling the throb of his dick and the strain in his pelvis as he approached his orgasm. He was completely under my control and the feeling was exhilarating. His massive frame lay vulnerable to me, his eyes shut and arms stretched out, every muscle in his neck and body flexed. He couldn’t have looked more beautiful. Not able to contain my appetite, I lowered my lips and licked the head of his cock in a swirling motion before slowly guiding it deep inside my mouth.
I had never enjoyed this type of intimacy before, not like this. I licked and sucked until the skin on the head of his cock was so tight it could have ripped. He grew so hard it had to hurt, but it was painfully good to hear him moaning and feel him quivering until in one final thrust, I tasted the warm, bitter sweetness of his semen.
Cursing my name out in a scream, his palm cradled my head as he continued to pulse inside my mouth.
I took every drop of his seed, relishing that he was all mine and I was absolutely and undeniably all his.