Chapter 4: Climax
Anna felt the blood rushing to her cheeks as she stared at the hard, pulsing length in front of her. She had never thought of it as anything other than Tom, the man she had been passionately in love with for the past two years. But now, with her body changing every day, her attention to that part of him grew. It filled her, possessing her thoughts, seducing her consciousness.
Tom lounged on the couch, his muscular body stretched lazily. His hands propped up his head, giving Anna a full, unhindered view of his manhood.
Her tongue flickered out, moistening her lips as her gaze traced the throbbing vein that ran along his length.
"Like what you see?" Tom's voice was thick with desire, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Anna's response was to lean forward and wrap her fingers around him. The warmth of his skin against her inquisitive touch sent an electrical current through her. With a lingering stroke, she slid her hand down to the base, relishing in the feeling of him growing stiffer in her hand.
She leaned in further, inhaling his musky scent, the warmth radiating off of him enveloping her senses. She felt her curiosity grow as her lips gently brushed against the sensitive underside of his tip, eliciting a low growl of pleasure from Tom.
She parted her lips, taking him into her mouth. A moan escaped from her deep throat as she felt him, hot and heavy, on her tongue. Her senses were on fire. She tasted a mix of salt and musk and wanted more. She let him slide deeper, her tongue swirling around the throbbing vein.
Her gag reflex receded as she became more comfortable with the sensation of him filling her mouth. She reached down between her legs, her swollen clit begging for her touch. The heat built between her thighs, her juices flowing freely as the sweet scent of her own need filled the air.
"Fuck, Anna," Tom growled, clutching the armrests of the couch as if trying to keep himself from ripping her off him and burying himself between her legs.
"Slower...take it slower."
Anna obeyed, savoring every inch, each sensation. Her hand slid up to encircle him, tugging and stroking in time with her mouth. She could feel him pulsing, rigid and straining. She glanced up, meeting his hooded gaze. He was completely under her spell, putty in her hands. Her core throbbed, growing hotter and wetter with every jerk of her hand and dip of her mouth.
She swirled her tongue, her movements becoming more assured, almost possessive as she took him deeper.
Despite his command to slow down, the primal need building within Tom was impossible to ignore. Gritting his teeth, he watched as Anna worked him over, the gentle curves of her lips contrasting the hardness of his length. Her blue eyes, darkened with lust, flicked up to meet his, as if she knew the effect she was having on him.
His patience was wearing thin.
Tom could feel the tickle at the base of his spine, his balls drawing up, readying for the release that threatened to erupt. He was preparing to lose control, to surrender to the heated, stormy sensations that Anna's mouth had been toying with. She sucked harder, pulling him to the brink.
"Fuck, Anna!" The curse tore from him, and his hand shot down to knot in her hair, urging her lower and faster. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, dripping onto the couch.
Anna could feel his grip in her hair tightening, like a lifeline keeping him tethered against the overwhelming tempest.
Anna's body hummed from the raw power surging between her thighs. The heat they generated was like an untamed beast begging for release.
"I'm close, Anna," Tom choked, the strain apparent in his voice. "Fuck, you need to stop."
Anna moaned, sucking him harder, her hands tightening around his base. She wanted to push him off the edge. She wanted to taste him.
To feel his pleasure erupt on her tongue as she swallowed every last drop. She moaned, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his swollen, sensitive length.
"Goddamn, Anna, I'm gonna come," Tom groaned, tugging on her Juan Garcia Hernandez Jersey hair, desperately trying to pull away from her talented mouth.
But she didn't let go. She sucked harder, swirling her tongue around his throbbing tip, drawing out the exquisite torment.
Tom's fingers clenched in her long brown hair as his hips bucked involuntarily. He was powerless against the tidal wave of pleasure that Anna had unleashed upon him. With a guttural cry, he spilled his seed down her throat, filling her mouth with hot, pulsing jets that she swallowed greedily.
Anna let out a low, satisfied moan as Tom collapsed back against the couch, gasping for breath. She tugged gently on his sensitive length, relishing in his breathy whimpers as she milked the last of his release.
Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, savoring the taste of him, before slowly pulling back and releasing him from her mouth.
Tom's chest heaved with ragged breaths, and his heart pounded in his chest like a war drum. He watched in awe as Anna lovingly stroked his softening length. She glanced up at him, a sly smile playing on her pink lips. "Feeling better?"
He managed a weak nod before reaching down, pulling her to her feet and into a deep, passionate kiss that could rival any of their prior encounters.