Her body was still trembling from the orgasm he had just pulled from her, but Tommy wasn’t finished with her. Not even close.
He kissed her deeply, slowly, his lips lingering on hers as though they were the most precious thing in the world. Each kiss was deliberate, not rushed, not desperate but heavy with meaning. It was more than lust. It was possession, reverence, pure want. He whispered between kisses, his voice dense and low against her mouth.
“You’re mine, Victoria.”
“The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“I could worship you forever.”
Every word slid through her like silk. She melted into him, her heart pounding, her whole body already craving more. She already wanted him forever. This man had gotten into her soul faster than anyone ever had.
Tommy’s lips moved across her face, down her neck, brushing her collarbone, tasting every inch of her like he was memorising her. Then he sank lower, kneeling before her. With slow, deliberate care, he took her ankle in his hand and slipped off one stiletto, placing it neatly to the side. Then the other. His lips grazed the inside of her ankle as he looked up at her: eyes blazing, cock already hard again, heavy and proud. The
restraint in him only made the desire worse.
He rose, scooping her into his arms effortlessly, carrying her into the vast bathroom. Victoria was thrilled at how easily he moved with her in his arms. He gently put her down and turned the shower on, hot water instantly cascaded over the tiled space. As steam started to fill the room he, he took her hand and stepped under the water, pressing her back gently against the slick, warm wall.
The water poured over their bodies, running between them as they kissed again. Wetter, hungrier, more consuming. His hands roamed everywhere, sliding over her breasts, down her waist, cupping the curve of her arse, pulling her harder against his body so she could feel just how much he wanted her.
She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, dragging down his back, kissing him like she’d never be able to stop. Their mouths moved together like they were starving, tongues tangling, lips crashing.
Her hand slipped between them, fingers curling around the girthy length of him. He groaned into her mouth, every muscle in his body tightening, but he caught her wrist and pinned it high above her head against the tiles.
His forehead pressed against hers, water dripping from his hair down her face as she halted Tommy’s instincts again.
“Not yet.” she moaned, even though her whole body was aching for him, desperate to be filled.
“I will tell you when you can fuck me. And when you do… you’ll never forget it.”
The water poured, their bodies slick, the tension unbearable. Every kiss, every touch, every breath wound them tighter and tighter, both of them burning alive, and still, no release. |
