Chapter 4 #2
"Please," was all I was able to whimper out in need before he swiftly dragged my panties down and brought his hand back up to slowly explore between my thighs.
His long fingers slid up my inner right thigh before brushing against my pussy that was already dripping.
His breath came out as a hiss as he felt how wet I was, his fingers slowly pushing between my folds to find my clit.
His eyes and mine locked together, a line of electricity between us so steaming it was hard not to collapse from the intensity of his gaze given what he was doing.
His fingers worked me beautifully, the pressure on my clit building me so quickly while his eyes had me in another world. I felt completely consumed and controlled by him, my every nerve was plugged into him.
"I need to taste you," he said with such need in his tone as his eyes connected with mine.
"Please God, Tom, I am so close," I begged, my chest heaving as I panted toward the pleasure. He quickly stood and gently pushed me back against the bed, urging me to the top.
"Spread your legs," he commanded as if almost in pain from want.
I did as he said without hesitation, a calm desperation coating the air.
His gaze soaked me in, standing at the end of the bed he still had his jeans and belt on.
Something thick and heavy fell over us, sticky heat of Los Angeles in April connecting with my nerves like a live wire.
"I want you naked," fell out of my mouth, gruffness in my voice that wasn't there earlier, arousal coating every syllable.
His hands went to his belt buckle, skilled fingers working to shuck his jeans off without breaking his gaze from mine. He was now in his boxer briefs, light heather grey that very poorly obscured his massive length pressing against the fabric barely able to contain it.
Just like every move he made he was gentle and thoughtful, walking around to the side of the bed where I half lay with my legs spread.
He finally broke our gaze to peruse my body in a way that felt more graphic than a physical touch.
His eyes swept over my breasts, flushed pink from attention and the blood coursing through me.
He kept looking south, finally looking directly at my completely exposed pussy.
I felt like he was eating me out without him even touching me from how he looked at me bare.
It felt reverent yet dirty, so desired and treasured.
"You're absolute perfection, Aria," he said so earnestly and desperately.
I sat up enough to reach for him, gripping my fingers to pull down his underwear, pausing with question in my eyes.
"You can do anything you want to me, woman," he said.
I smiled broadly, finally getting him as completely naked as I was.
His cock bobbed out, almost hitting my head as I took him in.
He was huge, not surprising given how he had felt up until this point, but nonetheless shocking to see.
Thick and veiny, almost angry looking the head of his cock already leaking precome.
"You're intimidating perfection," I said honestly, a tad nervous how he would fit inside me.
"Hey," he brought my gaze back to his as he climbed next to me on the bed.
"This only goes as far as you want it to.
I am just as happy to watch a movie with you and take a very cold shower before getting good sleep and going horse riding in the morning if you'd like.
Or to take you home at any point. This is only what you want, Aria. "
My heart melted with his genuine generosity and interest in me.
"I like you, Tom," I said honestly.
"I like you, Aria," he responded with a smile.
"And I desperately want to fuck you," I said, putting my hand on his upper thigh mere centimeters from his very alert cock.
He groaned in something between gratitude and hunger.
He shoved me back on my back, my head hitting the pillows while he kissed me feverishly, knocking any sense enough to talk out of my head.
He brought his fingers back to my pussy, this time pressing two long fingers into me and making me feel weak with need, stroking me to an orgasm before I could process.
I moaned and cried into his mouth. His fingers worked me beautifully as I clenched him with each torturous wave.
His hard cock pulsed against my hip and thigh as I came down from my orgasm, our kiss pausing long enough for our eyes to meet again.
He looked as heated and worked over as I did, his eyes still desperate and hungry for me, the color sharp.
"I am gonna eat you out until you come again," he told me in warning.
"Please," I moaned and squirmed throwing my head back in need.
He made his way between my thighs, soaking in the sight of me further. I gasped when his tongue connected with my core and licked a straight line up to my clit where he started to suck and work me to oblivion.
I had never been eaten out like that before, this man was a pussy eating god. I felt like I had never felt before, like every cell of my pussy was getting thoroughly fucked by his mouth. My clit felt on fire in the best way, lighting up to an orgasm I could tell would absolutely obliterate me.
"Tom," I cried desperately as I got near the edge.
He grumbled into my pussy, suddenly spearing me with his two fingers again and working me that way too.
I blasted apart in an orgasm that truly embodied the 'little death', I was sure my heart somehow stopped and flew to God for those 30 seconds.
My pussy had never felt hotter or wetter, I would have been embarrassed about the squelching noise my pussy made but I was far too busy quietly screaming as I came.
I was out of my mind, unintelligible moans falling out of my mouth. He worked me thoroughly, ringing every pulse and wave out of me before slowing down to bring me back to earth. "That was so fucking hot," he growled against my pussy. "I almost came feeling you come on my lips."
I gasped, unsure how he was getting need for orgasm number three to start with his words when I was already so spent. But I was suddenly desperate for his cock, which I apparently said out loud unknowingly in the haze of that second orgasm.
He laughed, leaning his head into my inner thigh as he rubbed my cum around my pussy with his fingers, exploring and teasing like we suddenly had all the time in the world.
"I don't wanna overdo it with you love, I'm not sure you can survive another Thomas Severson orgasm.
" My ears perked up hearing him say his last name.
Why did that sound familiar? My orgasm wrecked brain had zero ability to try and place the deja vu, but who cared when this God of a man was crawling up my body to rest comfortably between my legs.
His cock pressed almost painfully against my dripping wet pussy, he still had my wetness smeared across his chin and mouth, which only made him kissing me deeply that much hotter.
He tasted like me and I was already rubbing myself against his bare cock.
"Do you want me to make love to you, Aria?" he asked so genuinely into my mouth, seeming not to want to break contact with me.
"God please," I nearly begged, far too swept away to feel embarrassed at my desperation for him, a total stranger mere hours ago.
He quickly pushed off of me, grabbed a condom from the nightstand and slid it on, letting me get an amazing eyeful. He was long and hard, the head of his cock a deep red. Circumcised. A black and gold magnum wrapper tossed to the side of the bed.
His lips were back on me, kissing me senseless as his body covered mine.
"Put me in you, love," his accent thick and knee shakingly hot. I reached between us to wrap my hand around his cock. I was already so close to coming again, I could barely get his head in without starting to clench around his thick cock.
"Oh God, Aria," I liked hearing my name in his mouth like that. He wrapped his tongue around the sound as if he were fucking it, voice gruff.
"Fuck me, Tom," I moaned, angling to try and take him deeper. Thank God he obliged. I was ready to burst from heat and want.
He thrust almost harshly to the hilt, making me bless the stars I was a size or two up at the moment so my thighs at least cushioned the blow of his hips into mine.
The sound of our bodies coming together was obscene, wet and loud and skin on skin.
I was totally lost to the world as he moved in me with increased vigor.
He moved poetically, hitting my clit with his hip bone.
This man was a God. I must be hallucinating or dreaming some part of my brain thought as I had my world rocked. I must be in a coma, this whole thing just my neurons misfiring before I met my tragic end.
But no, Tom Severson was very real and making me come around his cock. I couldn't say anything, just opened my mouth on a wordless scream, whole body tense and legs shaking as he fucked me through it.
I was nearly lightheaded as I came back down to earth, his moans heavy in my ear as I felt him come inside me as the last of my orgasm fluttered around him.
The smell of sex was heavy and I was already addicted. This man smelled like sunshine, something light yet the sweat so beautifully salty.
We stayed like that for a while. He was still almost fully hard inside me, catching his breath in my neck as I tried to do the same.
"Holy shit," he finally said, the grumble of his ribs against mine.
"Holy shit," I affirmed, still awestruck.
He finally slowly slipped out of me to toss the condom in the bathroom. I was impressed he could walk because I was sure I couldn't. I would have told him that but again, too dumbstruck to move still.
He came back with a warm washcloth, cleaned me up before scooping me up and carrying me the few steps to the bathroom.
I couldn't hold in the yawn, our silence comfortable, intimate.
I peed once he plopped me down on the toilet, somehow not even thinking to question doing that in front of him. He began brushing his teeth, pulling out a fresh toothbrush from his drawer for me, sticking it in his toothbrush holder.
"Is that for me?" I asked, my throat sounding dry and sleepily well fucked.
"If you want it," he smiled widely, "I assume you'll be here often moving forward."
My eyes flashed wide, as did my grin.
"Ya?" I affirmed.
"Ya," he affirmed.
I washed up and began to brush my teeth next to him, our worked over reflections still buzzing with joy.
My hair was a well fucked mess.
Things felt like they just clicked into place as we brushed our teeth, smiling at each other in the mirror, fully naked. Felt like a flash of the future. A little glimmer of a clue.
We finished up and hopped back into bed together, our naked bodies pressed together again as he spooned me from behind. I was asleep faster than I had fallen asleep in months.