Chapter 12 #3
“Not a thing. You’ve got me so hot and bothered right now, Tom Hughes, I’ve got Beyoncé in my head for background music.”
He chuckled and began opening me up slowly. Every so often he’d run a hand up my back, his fingertips brushing along softly. He worked his fingers inside me so good. He nudged and pushed in, all the while telling me how much he wanted to be inside already. How good I’d feel around him.
“The way your spine dips right here,” he said while grabbing on to the top of my ass. “So fucking beautiful. Siento que me quemo por ti, Camilo.”
I was burning for him, too. I was so turned on. I was grinding into him, needing more friction. I took a deep breath and pushed up, turning my head to look at him.
“Now, Tom.”
He nodded and I turned around, quickly sliding the condom onto his cock. I pushed up on my knees as he grabbed his dick and I slid down on to it agonizingly slow. I felt that wide head pushing, opening me up.
It burned, but fuck, it was so good.
I wanted to shove myself down, and get on with it, but I made myself take my time. With one hand Tom kept me steady as I rocked my hips until he was all the way in.
I planted both hands on his chest as I breathed out. I could feel him vibrating with the need to push up, but he held himself back until I was ready. I was so full of him, I could feel him in my throat.
“Tom.” I sounded so needy and Tom did not make me wait. He grabbed me with both hands, tipped me forward and moved those hips exactly right.
“Oh god.” He was hitting me right in the place that drove me crazy. My cock was leaking as he pushed up and I rocked down, meeting him with every thrust. The slapping of our skin and our harsh breaths echoed around us. I ran my hands down his chest and then grabbed my dick.
Tom shook his head. “Todavia, hold on, baby. Just a little bit longer.” He was gritting his teeth hard as he thrusted into me.
After a moment he sat up and turned us around so I was on my back.
He hovered on top, leaning on one hand, as he used the other to guide himself inside again.
He kissed me hard and I gasped into his mouth as he slid back in.
“Now, Camilo.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed my cock as he pounded into me, getting me right fucking there. Pretty soon I could feel the orgasm coming. That tingling sensation building at my groin and spreading up my spine.
“I’m so close.” I moaned.
“Ungh.” I heard Tom grunt as I came so hard my head felt fuzzy. After a few more thrusts, he slumped on top of me. He was careful not to land too hard and squeezed me tight as we both tried to get our breathing back to normal.
“Is there anything you don’t do perfectly?” I tried for feigned annoyance but a trace of genuine amazement was clear in my voice.
He chuckled and kissed me again. “We can do it again later, so you can compare.” I pinched him and he yelped while I cracked up. After another kiss, he got up and went to the bathroom. I stayed in his humongous and comfortable bed with my eyes closed, enjoying the moment, feeling utterly sated.
He came back with a washcloth and cleaned us both up. After, he got back in bed and got us both under the covers, tangled together. I couldn’t remember feeling this at ease with anyone.
After our breathing finally slowed down, Tom spoke, his voice still husky, and very sexy. “I’d like to see you again, Camilo. Maybe even actually take you out on a date.” Yeah, there was no going back from this.
I wanted that so much.
But still, the idea of having this man in my life was overwhelming. I looked around his room. The beautiful dark furniture, the paintings on the walls. Everything looked expensive and elegant. It was such a different world than the one I lived in.
I leaned over and kissed him, not ready to answer. But as soon as our mouths touched, I felt like we were magnets. Meant to connect. To click together. I wasn’t sure if I could reconcile Tom’s world with mine, but I wanted to try.
When we pulled apart, I nodded before I could talk myself out of it. “I’d like that.” His smile was so big, like I’d given him the greatest gift.
The grin that appeared on his face could light up the Empire State. “That’s that I wanted to hear.” I leaned in to kiss him, but right then his stomach grumbled making us both laugh. “I should go see what I can do about getting some food. Would you stay and eat with me?”
I was about to give him an enthusiastic nod, when I heard feet running up the stairs. Before I could process what that meant, or ask Tom who it was, a little girl’s voice called from the hallway.
“Daddy! We’re home!” I sat up, clutching the sheets to my chest like that would help any, and Tom bolted up, hurrying to close the bedroom door.
“I’ll be right out, Libe, honey,” he called out, then turned to me. His face looked startled and confused, as he put on his pants. I was already up looking for my clothes.
“Who’s that?” There was no hiding the panic in my voice and the pause before Tom answered felt like it lasted for hours. When he finally spoke, his voice was crystal clear though.
“That’s my daughter, Libertad.”