legs slid further open and she pushed her pelvis towards his. He guided himself in, gasping, his hips flexing in slow movements, his buttocks clenching.
‘Take me. Take all of me, that’s it,’ pleaded Tom hoarsely. ‘Relax, sweetheart, let me come inside. God, you’re so tight.’
He stretched her wider and wider; she felt him slide in and it took for ever. He was hot, thick and long …
‘It feels sooo gooood.’ Sarah sobbed. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and forced him further and further in. ‘More, more, more,’ she chanted.
He froze for a moment, fully in, then his hips undulated again towards hers as he started to move faster and deeper. His muscles tightened and the sweat ran down his body as he held himself over her. Sarah licked and nibbled at his chest and neck, breathing the scent of him in deep. He was all around her, inside her, dominating her and stretching her in pleasure-pain. He was so hard, so big, but so unbelievably good. Her hips began meeting his, straining to take as much of him as possible, mashing her womanhood into the base of his hardness.
The pressure swelled and swelled between her legs as the smell, feel, sight of him overwhelmed her. Her back arched and all her muscles spasmed as she came and came and came, screaming with sensation. Tom lost his final grasp on control as he felt her sucking and squeezing him and he exploded, jetting violently inside her. Their mutual moans of satisfaction filled the air.
He collapsed onto her, groaning with release. Seconds later, somehow, he managed to roll her over and on top of him. Tremors continued to run through both of their bodies for several long minutes as their hearts slowed down.
‘Why the hell didn’t we do this in uni?’ he grated. ‘We’d never have got to any lectures but it would have been worth it.’
She froze, started to get up, and gasped as he slipped out of her. Tom’s arm came round and arrested her move.
‘So, you’re still not talking to me? We finally get round to fucking and you still won’t discuss what’s between us?’ Tom stood up and pulled Sarah to her feet. ‘Well, this time we’ll find a bed to fuck in and I won’t let you go until you’ve told me what’s going on in that stubborn little head of yours.’
Chapter Four
‘Where’s the bedroom? Never mind, I can see it. We’ll have a quick shower first, though.’
Tom crowded her into the small room with a shower cubicle. He raised an eyebrow. ‘Well, there’s not going to be any déjà vu in here – that’s strictly one person at a time. Hurry up.’ He prodded her so, numbly, she took a brief shower and pulled on a towelling robe, then he went in and swiftly cleansed and towelled himself dry.
Sarah watched and gobbled up his body with her eyes: his slightly damp hair, the drops of water on his well-defined but massive torso, the swathes of muscles bunching and elongating under his skin as he twisted and turned with the towel. When he swung around and lifted one leg at a time to dry his feet, she couldn’t stifle a squeak – or the urge to cup his delicious backside with her hands. He faced her again and slowly dried between his legs, lifting up his still-hefty manhood towards her as he reached underneath.
‘You have the place to yourself?’ His eyes watched her hotly.
Sarah dragged her attention away from his mouth-watering body and tried to focus on his question. ‘Yes, it’s just me, just the one bedroom.’
‘Good, no interruptions. Lead the way.’
He followed her to the softly lit, cosy bedroom, stripped the robe from her with a growl, and pulled her under the sheets, naked. He placed an iron arm around her, securing her to him.
‘So, Sarah, now that we’ve been as intimate as possible, tell me about yourself.’
She turned to look at him, confused by the abrupt change in topic and by her total, uncharacteristic acquiescence. ‘What do you want to know?’
‘What happened to you after you …
‘Take me. Take all of me, that’s it,’ pleaded Tom hoarsely. ‘Relax, sweetheart, let me come inside. God, you’re so tight.’
He stretched her wider and wider; she felt him slide in and it took for ever. He was hot, thick and long …
‘It feels sooo gooood.’ Sarah sobbed. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and forced him further and further in. ‘More, more, more,’ she chanted.
He froze for a moment, fully in, then his hips undulated again towards hers as he started to move faster and deeper. His muscles tightened and the sweat ran down his body as he held himself over her. Sarah licked and nibbled at his chest and neck, breathing the scent of him in deep. He was all around her, inside her, dominating her and stretching her in pleasure-pain. He was so hard, so big, but so unbelievably good. Her hips began meeting his, straining to take as much of him as possible, mashing her womanhood into the base of his hardness.
The pressure swelled and swelled between her legs as the smell, feel, sight of him overwhelmed her. Her back arched and all her muscles spasmed as she came and came and came, screaming with sensation. Tom lost his final grasp on control as he felt her sucking and squeezing him and he exploded, jetting violently inside her. Their mutual moans of satisfaction filled the air.
He collapsed onto her, groaning with release. Seconds later, somehow, he managed to roll her over and on top of him. Tremors continued to run through both of their bodies for several long minutes as their hearts slowed down.
‘Why the hell didn’t we do this in uni?’ he grated. ‘We’d never have got to any lectures but it would have been worth it.’
She froze, started to get up, and gasped as he slipped out of her. Tom’s arm came round and arrested her move.
‘So, you’re still not talking to me? We finally get round to fucking and you still won’t discuss what’s between us?’ Tom stood up and pulled Sarah to her feet. ‘Well, this time we’ll find a bed to fuck in and I won’t let you go until you’ve told me what’s going on in that stubborn little head of yours.’
Chapter Four
‘Where’s the bedroom? Never mind, I can see it. We’ll have a quick shower first, though.’
Tom crowded her into the small room with a shower cubicle. He raised an eyebrow. ‘Well, there’s not going to be any déjà vu in here – that’s strictly one person at a time. Hurry up.’ He prodded her so, numbly, she took a brief shower and pulled on a towelling robe, then he went in and swiftly cleansed and towelled himself dry.
Sarah watched and gobbled up his body with her eyes: his slightly damp hair, the drops of water on his well-defined but massive torso, the swathes of muscles bunching and elongating under his skin as he twisted and turned with the towel. When he swung around and lifted one leg at a time to dry his feet, she couldn’t stifle a squeak – or the urge to cup his delicious backside with her hands. He faced her again and slowly dried between his legs, lifting up his still-hefty manhood towards her as he reached underneath.
‘You have the place to yourself?’ His eyes watched her hotly.
Sarah dragged her attention away from his mouth-watering body and tried to focus on his question. ‘Yes, it’s just me, just the one bedroom.’
‘Good, no interruptions. Lead the way.’
He followed her to the softly lit, cosy bedroom, stripped the robe from her with a growl, and pulled her under the sheets, naked. He placed an iron arm around her, securing her to him.
‘So, Sarah, now that we’ve been as intimate as possible, tell me about yourself.’
She turned to look at him, confused by the abrupt change in topic and by her total, uncharacteristic acquiescence. ‘What do you want to know?’
‘What happened to you after you …
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