Chapter 12 #2
He pulled down my tights and when he saw there was nothing underneath, he let out a long exhale. He pressed his face to my crotch as he pulled the clingy material further down and off. I was so hot for him and the touch of his tongue, his warm breath on me was making my head pound.
“Tom, babe. Let’s go to the bed.” He didn’t answer, just grabbed my ass, pushing me closer and licked again, then took the head of my cock into his mouth.
I moaned at the sensation, it felt so good. “Oh god. I’m gonna come, and I really don’t want to until you’re inside. Please, baby.”
“Te quiero comer, Camilo.”
I wanted to be devoured. I nodded furiously at his words and tried to pull him up.
He still had his briefs on, and I made quick work of them as soon as he stood up.
We fell on his huge bed with our hands and mouths all over each other.
I ran my fingers over his strong shoulders and back, feeling so hungry for his skin.
After a moment, he moved us around so I was on my stomach, and he started kissing down my spine. Nipping and licking as he went.
The only sounds in the room were our ragged breaths, as his tongue and lips brushed over my skin.
I felt every touch from Tom so intensely. The world had fallen away in the last few minutes and everything I needed was this bed and this man.
After a moment, he paused and traced a finger over the spot where I had my other tattoo. “‘Oleo de Mujer Con Sombrero,’” he breathed out. It was the title of a song, from which I’d had a line tattooed.
I just nodded still resting on my arms. “My mom has a complicated relationship with the music of the Cuban trovadores, but that’s one of her favorite songs.”
The tattoo went up my left side, from my waist up to my armpit.
Tom read the line in Spanish in a husky voice, and when he was done, he leaned so his lips brushed my ears when he spoke. “You’re amazing.”
“I’m not sure how to feel about you making me get turned on by my mother’s favorite song.” I said, with a laugh turning my face to nip on his lower lip, before he went back to exploring my backside.
My mom and I had always loved the song and that line in particular, so I’d gotten it for her. Tom was the first man I’d been in bed with who’d known what it meant.
In that moment I knew there would be no simple walking away from Tom Hughes.
He leaned down again and kissed my cheek before he spoke. “My mom loved it, too. She played it all the time when I was growing up. I haven’t heard that song in so long. Everything I discover about you makes me want to worship at your feet.”
I turned my head to look up at him, my eyes narrowed. “That’s just the Dominican going to your head.”
He shook his head, a grin forming on his lips, but his eyes were very serious. “It’s you. This is all you.” His skin was flushed and he looked ravenous. I felt like prey lying there as he ran his hands over me.
“Stop saying stuff like that, Tom.”
“Why? It’s true.” He bent down to kiss me again. I opened for him, as our tongues mingled together, he grabbed me tight, his fingers digging into me, like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. As the kiss deepened I felt his hard cock bumping into my back and ass.
Without speaking he pulled back and effortlessly flipped me around so he was on his back and I was straddling his thighs.
“I’m not sure about this manhandling.” I sounded breathless and probably would’ve been more convincing if I hadn’t been bending down to kiss his neck and shoulders as I delivered my grievance.
“Sorry. I won’t do it again.” He was smug as fuck, and it was clear he knew exactly how much it turned me on.
“Well I wouldn’t say I hate it,” I said running my hands over his massive chest. “It’s just a new thing for me.”
“How about if I let you know when the manhandling is about to happen.” That lopsided smile and little bit of gray around his temples was going to be the end of me.
I bent down for another kiss. “Sounds good.”
He let me admire and touch as much as I wanted, and I wanted. He was so strong. His thighs thick and hard. Such a contrast from my own lean build. I ran my hands over his chest again and leaned in to bite his nipple.
“From the moment I saw you, I wanted to go to bed with you,” I whispered as I slid down his body, licking and tasting, until I had my mouth against his cock. I ran the tip of my tongue up the vein.
Tom answered with a sigh as I took him in my mouth. “The feeling was mutual.”
I took him deep and swallowed around him, making him shudder. “Baby, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” He ran his finger over my forehead as I looked up, my mouth full of him.
“I want to be inside you.” Tom no longer talked, he growled.
I wanted him inside, too. It had been a while since I’d been with anyone, certainly not since the night at the party, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I pulled off and looked around the room. “Where are the lube and condoms?”
In response, he stretched his arm towards the table by the bed and felt around the drawer until he pulled out a condom and a tube of lube and handed them to me.
I popped open the tube and got a little bit on my fingers. I used one hand to lean on his chest and with the other, I reached to get myself ready, but Tom quickly pulled my hand away and grabbed my hips. In a voice that sounded like gravel, he gasped, “Let me, please.”
I nodded then turned around and pushed my ass back onto his chest. The lyrics to a song came into my head as I did, making me laugh.
He ran slick fingers over my hole; the lube felt silky against my skin. I sighed, holding myself up with my elbows.
“What’s so funny?” Tom asked with humor in his voice.