Chapter 21

Carmina let herself sink into Tom’s voice, relax into his hands. She liked this place, where all that mattered was what she was feeling, not what she was thinking, or even doing. Tom didn’t expect her to do anything except let him make love to her. She was giving him her body in a way she never had with anyone else. Unconditionally. It was…exhilarating. She was drunk on it.

Tom slid her jeans down over her hips, kissing her shoulder as he pushed them off. They fell to her ankles. “Kick them off,” he told her. She did as she was told. She’d read about this, about women who gave up all control in the bedroom, but she’d never really gotten it until now. She didn’t have to worry about pleasing Tom, because she was letting him do exactly as he wanted and that was pleasing him. And in return, she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. Tom caressed the soft, delicate skin along the top of her hipbones, letting his hands glide down the natural vee of her body that led him directly to her pussy. He cupped it again, felt it. His fingers explored her labia and glided through the wet evidence of her arousal. But it was all for him, because he was curious and he wanted to play. He wasn’t trying to drive her crazy, and for that reason he was. He didn’t care if she got off on it. Well, she supposed he did, but it wasn’t his main objective. Something else she didn’t have to worry about. She reached her arms awkwardly around his shoulders to hug him close behind her. She didn’t care how awkward it was, though, when he caressed her stomach with his wet fingers and found her breasts again, squeezing them and rubbing her nipples with his palms. She sighed and shivered.

“You’re a dirty girl at heart, aren’t you?” he whispered, laughter in his voice. “You want to make me go crazy over this body, rub your come all over you, and lick it off?” He broke her hold and turned her slightly, dipping her over his arm. Then he leaned down and licked her breast where he’d touched her. “Mmm,” he hummed against her skin. “I want more. You need to give me more, don’t you?” As soon as he said it she did, she needed it desperately. “Lie down,” he told her. He helped her onto the bed. “Knees up, legs spread,” he said. “And stop thinking. I can see it in your eyes.”

He pulled his shirt off over his head and smiled at her, as if he knew he’d just blown her mind with his hot body. She loved how big he was. All muscle, hard and tough and strong. But also tender and sweet and giving. Tom. She hadn’t known that it could be like this with him. He ran his hands down over his nipples and his stomach, showing off for her, and her gaze followed. When he reached his jeans he flipped the button open and her breath caught. As he slid the zipper down, she saw his hard cock rising up, the tip poking out of the top of his low-slung underwear. He barely pushed his jeans and underwear down, just enough to rest on the rise of his firm, muscular ass cheeks, exposing that delicious tip, shiny with precum. He was so hard. When he rubbed the flat of his thumb over his wet slit, she moaned. Slowly, Tom pushed his pants down and kicked them off. Then he climbed on the bed. He straddled her face and pushed his cock down toward her face. “Open your mouth,” he said softly. She did, gladly. She wanted to taste him so much, but she’d been afraid to tell him, to ask. How had he known she needed it?

The first taste of him made her groan and pull her legs together, trying to find some relief for her aching pussy. She reached for him. “No,” he said. “Just your mouth. Focus on one thing at a time.” She let her hands fall to the bed on either side of her head. “Relax,” he told her. “Let me do the work.” He leaned over and placed his hands on the bed above her and gently moved his hips, pushing just the tip of his cock into her mouth. “You have a gorgeous mouth. Have I told you that?” he asked. His eyes were completely focused on his cock in her mouth. “Full, red lips, beautiful straight teeth, that deep dip right here.” He touched the middle of her upper lip. “I thought about fucking it the first time I met you.” He pulled back and pushed in a little deeper. “Open wider,” he told her. “Take more. I want to give you all you can take.” Carmina opened her mouth wider and swallowed as he slid in, taking him deeper. It felt so decadent and divine she had to fist her hands to keep from grabbing him and forcing him deeper.

Tom slowly pulled his cock from her mouth. “I don’t want to come too soon,” he said. “You’re so good at that.” He crawled backward until he could kiss her mouth. It was a gentle kiss, and their lips clung together for a moment before it ended. “I’ll be back here another time.” He smiled down at her and she felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction that she had pleased him. She’d never felt like that before after sucking a guy’s cock. It always seemed to be something for them, but this time she felt like Tom had let her do it because she needed it, not him. This whole experience was throwing everything she thought she knew about sex right out the window.

“You’re thinking again,” Tom said, kissing the end of her nose. “Stop it.” He moved back to her mouth and gave her one of those panty-melting kisses he was so good at. She wasn’t really sure why his kisses made her weak. Maybe it was because she could tell he meant every one, every kiss. He wasn’t performing for her or doing it because he thought it was required if he wanted to get to the good stuff. No, Tom really loved to kiss. She hoped he really loved to kiss her. When the kiss ended she felt like a live wire, every nerve exposed. What was Tom going to do next? She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, releasing her worries the way therapy had taught her. Whatever Tom did it was going to be wonderful and it was going to be what she needed. She trusted him.

“That’s right,” he said. “This is how I want you. Not thinking. Feeling. Focus on me, on what I’m doing. You don’t have to do anything but feel.” He kissed his way down her neck. “Close your eyes.” She let her lids drift shut. He kissed her breast and ran his teeth across her nipple. “Give me one word,” he whispered against her skin. “Tell how it feels in one word. No more.” One word. She could handle one word. “Don’t think about it,” Tom said. “Just say what’s in your mind right now.”

“Delicious,” she blurted out.

“Hmm, I like that,” Tom murmured as he licked her nipple and she broke out in goose bumps. “You are delicious.” He sucked her nipple, then slowly opened his mouth wider to take in more of her breast with it, and she gasped as the sensations rolled through her. Tom let go and then he was kissing her mouth again. With her eyes closed, he surprised her and she moaned into his mouth. He bit her lip and then sucked on the tender spot before pulling away. She was panting and she could feel his breath on her mouth. Then he softly brushed his fingers over her cheek and into her hair. He ran his fingers through her hair a couple of times and then she felt him tug on it. The pressure increased and her eyes flew open. Tom was watching her, their mouths almost touching, he was so close. He didn’t let go of her hair as he lowered his head to her breast again and bit her nipple sharply. To her utter shock and embarrassment, she moaned as her hips thrust toward him involuntarily at the electrifying jolt of desire that made her wet and made her ache.

“Tom,” she said, her voice uneven.

“One word,” he told her. He dragged the flat of his tongue over her stinging nipple.

“Want,” she said. He blew on her nipple and she shivered.

“Want,” he echoed. “Do you?” he nibbled his way down her stomach. “Let’s see. Spread your legs.” She did as she was told. “Watch me.” She looked down at him and felt her face flush as he stared intently at her pussy. “You are wet and gorgeous,” he said, appreciation in his voice. “I’ve been craving some Carmina since the first time I tasted you. I’m addicted.” He reached forward with one finger and traced her slit, barely touching it. It was enough to send jolts of pleasure shooting through her. He dipped his fingers into her folds, studying her, and she began to shake with need. But she didn’t say a word, didn’t tell him what to do, didn’t beg. She lay there and let Tom do what he wanted, let him take her where he wanted to go, where she needed to go. When he finally put his mouth on her, the relief and desire crashing through her made her cry out. She clutched the back of his head, his thick hair damp with sweat, and he used his mouth to drive her mad. There was nothing hurried about it. He ate her as if he had nothing else to do and nowhere else to go, as if the act itself was the purpose and there was no destination. When he pushed his finger into her, she felt a tremor race through her, a shock of awareness, of anticipation. Tom gave her one last lick, a flick of his tongue on her clit that made her hips jerk and her back arch as she gasped. “Don’t think,” he said. “Feel. Feel what I’m doing to you.”

He rose to his hands and knees and reached for the condom he’d placed on the nightstand. She was strung so tightly that just watching him put it on made her squirm. He lowered himself between her legs, but he didn’t immediately push inside her. Instead, he gripped the back of her knee and bent it up, pushing her leg out to the side as he did so. “You’re ready,” he told her. “More than ready for this.” She was. So ready. “One word,” he said. She could feel the tip of his cock kissing her pussy, hovering at her entrance, taunting her, teasing her.

“Desperate,” she said.

“Perfect,” he said. Then he pressed into her, slow and steady, no hesitation as he buried his cock in her balls deep. She arched her back and gasped, loving it, loving everything about it, about the way Tom felt inside her and the way he made her feel. With her leg up and back, she could tell she was tighter, and it changed the angle of his thrust. He was hitting a spot inside her that made her shiver and shake, and she could feel her heartbeat there where they met. “Don’t move,” Tom told her. “Let me move. Let me work for it.”

“But—” she said, and cut off her argument. He was right. She relaxed into his hold, panting.

“Touch me,” he told her. “Put your hands on my ass. Feel me fucking you.” Yes. That was exactly what she wanted. When she gripped his ass in her palms and squeezed, his hips jerked, pressing him into her hard. She couldn’t take a deep breath as her body lit up, every nerve singing. Tom pulled out and she wanted to cry, but then he slammed into her with enough force to drive her up the bed. She threw back her hand and braced herself on the headboard. She was aware of every detail in that moment—the sweat between her breasts and on her temples, the slick wood of the headboard, the hot, hard muscles of his ass, the spicy scent of his deodorant, the rustle of the sheets as he drove into her again.

“Tom,” she said, her voice shaky and high-pitched.

“One word,” he told her, his voice rough, his breathing hard. He thrust into her hard again, pulled her leg in slightly, and dragged his cock almost out of her before shoving it back in.

“God,” she cried out. Tom laughed.

“Not sure what to do with that,” he admitted. “Give me another.” He fucked her harder and the headboard hit the wall.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Yes,” he said, and she knew he was agreeing with her. “Feel,” he whispered. “Focus on my cock in your pussy and feel it.” He pulled out and drove into her again, and then again, faster, harder, and she couldn’t think even if she wanted to. He felt thick and hard, filling her, leaving no room for anything else. Soft and hard, so warm—perfect. He moved her leg to his shoulder and put his hand on the bed, leaning forward, driving her leg forward, and when he pushed into her again a scream escaped at the sharp pleasure that ripped through her. She could feel the orgasm slam into her as her pussy clenched him and every muscle tightened. She bowed her back, seeking more, seeking him, wanting it to last as the climax gripped her and shook her and owned her. Tom kept his cock inside her, deep, his hold merciless, not letting the orgasm ebb as he moved and repositioned her, each movement making her cry out at how sensitive she was and how amazing it felt. As she started to come down from it, twitching and shivering, he began to fuck her again and she tried to grab the headboard, her nails scrabbling on the wood at the almost painful pleasure streaking through her. She arched her neck and closed her eyes and let Tom have her, let him pleasure himself with her body. When he came, she felt a small quake of pleasure rush through her, a shadow of her earlier orgasm, and she let it roll over her as Tom panted and trembled above her. When his cock had softened inside her, he pulled out and she whimpered at how sensitive she was. He rolled off and grabbed a tissue, wrapping the condom in it.

Carmina opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling in her bedroom. It looked different. Brighter. The whole world looked brighter.