CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX – SYLVIE
Thomas’ lips once again made contact with mine the moment we stepped through the threshold into my bedroom, and I was swept up into his whirlwind just as easily as I had been downstairs.
His kiss was deep and hungry, and his desperation was evident in how tightly he held me. By the time he sat on the bed and pulled me down to straddle him, my body was already humming in anticipation of what was to come.
I wanted more.
I needed more.
I needed to rid us both of these useless clothes because that was the only way I could calm this torrent of absolute horniness that was sweeping through my body right now.
As if he knew, he slid his hands up my thighs, pushing my knitted dress higher until it was around my hips. I twitched when his cold hands made contact with my bare back beneath the fabric, but he didn’t stop there.
His hands continued their journey up my body until my only choice was to hold up my arms and break our kiss. He pulled the dress over my head and threw it to the floor, and as he explored my back with his hands, he used his lips for the front.
He kissed a trail down my neck to my breasts, swiftly removing my bra. It followed the same path to the floor as my dress had, but I barely had a moment to acknowledge it before Thomas turned his attention to my breasts and my already firm nipples.
“Ah.” Pleasure flowed through me at the feel of his tongue rolling over my tender skin. The touch of both his fingers and his tongue was too good, and I pressed my hips against him, against his hard cock.
“Don’t do that,” he murmured, cupping my other breast and turning his attention to it. “I won’t be able to enjoy you properly if you tease me like that.”
Oink.
We both froze.
“Did you just… oink… at me?” Thomas asked, staring into my eyes.
“I can safely say that oinking is not something I do during sex,” I replied. “Did we close the door?”
We turned our heads towards the open door, but another oink sounded from the general vicinity of the bed.
All right.
“I’m also not into voyeurism,” I said, climbing off him and dropping to my knees to look under the bed. “Come here, you little shit!”
Beatrix Trotter oinked again and ran towards me, but she was a speedy little thing, and she darted past me before I could grab her.
“Gotcha.”
I almost bumped my head as I slid out from under the edge of my bed to look in Thomas’ direction. He had Beatrix in one hand, and he dumped her into the hallway with a flat, “Goodnight, pig,” and quickly closed my door before she could come back in.
“Well, that ruined the moment,” I said. “I can’t believe we just got cockblocked by a pintsized pig.”
Thomas turned to me with a wicked glint in his eye and a smirk curving his lips. “You’re standing in front of me half-naked with those gorgeous tits out and your cheeks all flushed because of me, and you think the moment is ruined? I strongly disagree.”
He swept me back up into his arms before I could feel even a spark of embarrassment at his words.
Who knew this man had a dirty mouth on him?
Before I could dwell on that thought too much, Thomas pushed me back on the bed and hovered his body over mine. It was all too easy to get lost in his kiss, to find myself consumed in nothing but the feeling of his lips against mine.
I feared his kiss was an addiction I’d crave for the rest of my life.
…Or maybe that was just the lust talking.
Whatever it was, I needed more of it. His kiss was a match, and it’d sparked a roaring flame inside my veins. My entire body roared with the desire to touch him and taste him more deeply, and I gave myself over to that desire.
I grabbed at his jumper, tugging it up his body. He got the message and rid himself of both his jumper and his t-shirt, exposing his toned body to me. I ran my gaze over his muscles, but he grabbed my chin and forced me to meet his eyes.
“Stop looking at me like you want to eat me, or I won’t be responsible for what I do to you,” he said in a low voice, his dark blue eyes fixed on mine and burning with heat.
“And what exactly are you going to do to me?”
“Hmm.” He kissed me, gently tugging my lower lip between his teeth. He released my chin and pushed my head back, bringing his mouth to my neck again and kissing his way down my body. “I’ll make you come so hard you’ll have no choice but to admit that you’re falling for me. How does that sound?”
“Like my worst nightmare,” I breathed, throwing my arm over my eyes as he licked and kissed to the waistband of my leggings.
“Mm, don’t worry.” Thomas slid his hands under my leggings and pulled them down my thighs. “It’ll be a good dream soon enough.”
“That line was terrible.”
“Do we need to bicker even in bed?”
“Mhmm. I’ve never bicker-fucked anyone before, and you’re the perfect person for it, don’t you think?”
He tugged my leggings off over my feet along with my socks. “What am I?” he asked, parting my legs and lowering his face to the inside of my thigh until his breath skittered across my skin. “A means to check something off your sexual bucket list?”
“You might be, you know.”
“Seems like I’ve got no choice but to shut you up, then.” His fingertips dug into my thighs as he parted them and kissed my hip. “I never took you for a Grinch in bed, Sylvie.”
“I’m hardly going to be a holly jolly elf when your head is between my legs but you’re using your mouth to talk instead of get me off.”
He laughed, a low rumble that set fireworks off around my skin, and murmured, “As you wish.”
Just like that, he rolled his tongue over my pussy and gently sucked my clit into his mouth. Delight burst through my veins, and as if my hand was out of my control, my fingers slid into his hair and held his face in place.
My God, it felt good.
Better than good.
Like all the tension I’d been keeping inside was rolling and warping, building to a crescendo I could feel tickling across every little inch of my body.
He slid a finger inside me, then another, and curled them to hit the good spot. I arched my back, gasping. My grip on his hair got tighter until he groaned, and his fingers dug into my thigh.
He moved his tongue faster, focusing right on my clit as his fingers worked me inside, and I rolled my hips against him, needing him to push me over that edge.
He did.
With one deft press of his tongue against my clit, my orgasm rocketed through my body. I cried out as all my muscles clenched almost painfully, but Thomas held me beneath him, at his mercy, as I rode out the waves of pleasure.
He dragged his lips up my bare body, his hot breath leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. He wiped his mouth and kissed me, and I tasted myself on his tongue.
I didn’t care.
It wasn’t enough.
I wanted more.
He stopped, taking a deep breath. “I don’t… Fuck, Sylvie. I don’t have anything.”
My heart stuttered. “Neither do I.”
“Fuck.” He rested his forehead on my shoulder, breathing heavily.
I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m on the pill. For… girl stuff. I’ve been single a while, so…”
He turned his face into my neck. “I haven’t since—you know. Only if you’re comfortable with it."
I reached between us and ran the backs of my fingers over his cheek. “It’s fine. I don’t want to stop.”
Thomas drew in a deep breath and lifted himself up, then stared down at me. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. “I’m sure. I trust you.”
He groaned and covered my mouth with his once more. This kiss was hungrier than before, as if those few words had unleashed something within him. It ignited something deep inside me, and I responded with the same fervour, wrapping my legs around his waist and drawing him closer to me.
As if that was all he needed to fully convince him, he reached between us, removed his underwear, and pressed the head of his cock against my wet pussy.
I tilted my hips towards him. Answering my silent plea, he edged himself inside me, inch by inch until he was as deep as I could take him.
He pulled back, and our laboured breaths mingled in the space between our mouths.
“You okay?” he asked, touching his forehead to mine.
I nodded. “Yeah. Please, just—”
He eased back, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me, before slowly pushing back in again.
“Yeah,” I breathed, tilting my head back. “Do that.”
He chuckled, somewhat breathlessly, and kissed my exposed neck. “Got it.”
And get it, he did.
His slow thrusts became rhythmic, a steady rolling of his hips that did things to me I couldn’t comprehend.
Just when I thought I had some control over myself, he brought our mouths together, sliding his tongue against mine.
His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tighter and tighter as he picked up his pace, thrusting into me more aggressively than before.
My nails raked down his back. I couldn’t even think about the marks I would be leaving behind. All there was, was the sweet burning as my orgasm built deep inside me, growing layer by layer until my entire body was tingling in anticipation.
He kept slowing, as if he knew I was ready to go. Time and time again he denied me just before I reached the point of no return, but my throat was too dry from gasping to argue. I let out a broken moan, and he chuckled, nipping at my lower lip.
“All right,” he said, his voice husky and thick. “I’ll give you what you want.”
I wanted to gasp out a “Yes!” of relief, but he pounded into me so hard I had to grab my thighs. The altered angle of my hips had him pushing even deeper, and as if that was exactly what my body needed, I fell to pieces.
My muscles clenched, my skin buzzed, and the most intense orgasm I’d felt in a long while took me hostage, making parts of my body tingle that I didn’t even know could tingle.
“Sylvie, fuck.” Thomas groaned and jerked upright, pulling his hips back. He came on the back of my thigh, tilting his lower body just enough so that I could feel his release coating my skin.