Thomas’s grin was immediate, devastating in its effect on Sylvia’s composure. "Noted," he said, his voice dropping to a husky tone that vibrated through her entire body. "I’ll try to keep up."
Sylvia’s mind was filled with one word, "danger." And not because Tom could hurt her physically, but because Tom felt a lot more enthusiastic, and she was wondering if their stamina even matched.
"Tom..."
"Oh, Sylvia, don’t be cruel now." Tom said with a low laugh while removing her shirt. His eyes paused on the breasts resting in a soft blue bra, and his grin grew larger, more hungry. He devoured her with his gaze, his thumbs already hooking under the straps.
"I’ve been wanting to see these since the moment I met you," he rasped, his voice thick with lust. He slid the straps down her arms, his knuckles grazing her skin, leaving a trail of fire. The blue lace fell away, and her breasts spilled free, nipples already pebbled and tight.
He lowered his head, closing his lips around one already stiff nipple. Sylvia cried out at the contact, his mouth wet and warm. He sucked, hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub while his hand came up to palm the other breast, rolling its nipple between his calloused thumb and forefinger.
"Tom," she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her. "God, yes."
He released her with a wet pop, his mouth moving to give the other breast the same thorough attention. "You taste even better than I imagined," he murmured against her skin. "And I’ve imagined this a lot."
His free hand slid down her stomach, his fingers deftly undoing the button of her jeans and dragging down the zipper. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in only a pair of mismatched black panties. His hand flattened against her lower belly, his thumb hooking under the cotton, teasing the sensitive skin just below her pubic bone.
"Please," she whimpered, her hips rocking involuntarily, seeking more pressure.
"Please what, Sylvia?" he asked, lifting his head, his eyes dark and feral. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to touch me," she breathed, shameless in her need. "Everywhere."
His grin was pure male satisfaction. "As you wish."
He sank to his knees before her, his hands gripping her hips. He hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties and slowly, torturously, drew them down her legs. His gaze was locked on the top of her thighs, on the slick, glistening folds he’d just exposed. He inhaled deeply, a groan rumbling in his chest.
"You smell good," he growled. "Like you’re already ready for me."
He leaned in, and Sylvia braced herself, thinking he’d use his fingers. Instead, he pressed his mouth against her, his tongue delving between her folds to find the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden there. Sylvia’s knees buckled, and she would have fallen if his strong arms hadn’t wrapped around her thighs, keeping her upright and open to his attack.
He ate her like a starving man, his tongue lapping, probing, and flicking so good that it had her seeing stars. He switched between broad, flat strokes against her clit and pointed thrusts into her clenching channel. Sylvia’s head dropped back, her moans filling the small room as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her stomach.
"That’s it," he encouraged, his voice muffled against her flesh. "Let me hear you. Let me feel you come on my tongue."
He slid one long finger inside her, then another, crooking them to find that special spot inside that made her entire body tremble. He pumped them in and out, his mouth still devouring her. The stimulation was too much. The coil snapped, and pleasure flooded her, sharp and overwhelming. She cried out his name, her thighs tightening around his head as waves of ecstasy washed over her.
Thomas didn’t stop, drawing out her orgasm until she was a boneless, quivering mess in his arms. Only then did he pull back, his face glistening. He stood, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her to the bed, laying her down with surprising gentleness.
He quickly shed the rest of his clothes, and Sylvia’s eyes, heavy with satisfaction, widened at the sight of his fully erect cock. He reached for his wallet and too out a condom. His hands moved with it over the thick, long shaft jutting from a thatch of dark curls, the tip already beaded with precum.
He crawled over her and encircled her with his body. He then kissed her deeply and possessively, allowing her to taste herself on his lips. He settled between her thighs, the blunt head of his cock nudging against her still-sensitive entrance.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Sylvia wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life," she replied, her voice husky with desire. "Now, fuck me, Tom. I’m not fragile."
With a groan, he drove into her in one smooth, powerful stroke. Sylvia gasped at the sudden, exquisite fullness. He stretched her, filling her completely, the slight burn of his entry quickly giving way to intense pleasure. He paused, letting her adjust, his forehead resting against hers.
"Okay?" he asked, his voice ragged.
"More than okay," she breathed, rocking her hips. "Move. Please don’t make me beg."
He needed no further encouragement. He began to move, his strokes long and deep, setting a rhythm that had her climbing again. The bed creaked in protest, the sound mingling with their harsh breaths and the wet slap of their bodies meeting. He was relentless, driving into her again and again with a force that should have been overwhelming but was exactly what she wanted.
He shifted slightly, changing the angle, and his next stroke found the perfect spot deep inside. Sylvia cried out, her nails digging into his back, her legs tightening around him. "There! Right there!"
"Right here?" he asked, doing it again.
"Yes! God, yes!"
He took her hard, his thrusts becoming faster, more erratic as his own control began to fray. Sylvia met him thrust for thrust, her body rising to meet his, her own release building, cresting. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that pushed her over the edge.
She came with a scream, her inner walls clamping down on him. The intensity of her orgasm triggered his own. With a hoarse shout, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot, thick release.
He collapsed against her, his weight a welcome anchor as they both struggled to catch their breath. Sylvia wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, their bodies slick with sweat. She could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, matching the frantic rhythm of her own.
After a long moment, he rolled to the side, pulling her with him so they were face to face. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead, his expression tender.
"Wow," he said, a slow grin spreading across his face.
Sylvia laughed, a breathless, happy sound. "Wow is right. I think you broke me."
His grin widened. "Good. Because I plan on doing it again. And again."
She leaned in, kissing him softly. "I’m counting on it."