Chapter 3: Rising Action
Anna shivered against the chill in the room as the first gust of breeze from the open window whispered against her bare skin. The bustling cityscape at dusk and the traffic far down below added a symphony to the sound of their mutual desire. Her heart drummed with a mixture of exhilaration and worry; what was to come would test the limits of her comfort, but something inside of her yearned for the surrender to the raw and unabashed pleasure.
Tom kissed her throat, his lips brushing against her fevered skin as his tongue traced an electric line to her earlobe.
"You're so fucking wet," he groaned, his fingers teasing her slick folds with the promise of more to come. She moaned beneath him, her back arching at the shockwaves of sensation that raced through her nerves.
Her skin felt tight and hyper-sensitive, gloriously alive under his skillful touch. She could feel his hot breath against her lips as he murmured his filthy encouragements, whispering every profane promise that managed to send her heart racing faster.
"T-Tom...Oh, God," she managed in a shaky breath as he slid a finger deep inside of her. She wriggled, letting go of all inhibition, savoring the maddening pleasure of his invasive touch.
With his other hand, he gripped a handful of her long blonde hair forcefully and tugged, making her gasp. She moaned at the sharp sting, and the sensation sent fire races through her veins, coiled tighter into a knot of arousal in her core.
"Fuck, yes, Anna," he growled, pushing another finger inside of her. "You're so tight, so fucking gorgeous, I can't get enough of you.
Ever," Tom continued to whisper filthy words into her ear. She couldn't believe the explicit things he was saying, but they only added fuel to the fire burning through her body.
He pulled his fingers out, then trailed them lower, stroking slowly, deliberately across her swollen, quivering clit. Anna couldn't help herself, she groaned, her body trembling uncontrollably as if it had taken on a life of its own.
"Do you like that, Anna?
Tell me how much you like it," Tom demanded, his voice strained with the effort it took to restrain himself to a mere tease.
Anna nodded eagerly, her breath hitching as he rubbed slow, deliberate circles over her sensitive bundle of nerves, drowning her mind in pure pleasure. "Oh, God, yes...it feels so good, Tom!" she gasped out, biting her lip as she tried to stifle the volume of her moans.
God, this was beyond anything she'd imagined.
With her hands pressed against the plush pillows and Tom's insistent, talented fingers driving her closer to the edge with every stroke, Anna found herself whispering words she didn't know she'd ever dare say aloud.
"More, Tom. Harder. Fuck, I'm so close-" Her words dissolved into breathy moans, her muscles clenching as he obeyed her plea. She could feel her orgasm tightening her core, making her insides tremble and pulse around his skillful digits.
Pleasure flared through her, gathering in a hot, heavy wave that demanded release.
"You like that, don't you," Tom murmured, nuzzling her neck. "How loud can you be, Anna? I want to hear you lose control, I want to feel you come all over my fingers.
Just let go, Anna, and let me make you feel so fucking good," Tom growled, thrusting his fingers inside of her wet, slick depths and making her arch her back as he zeroed in on that sensitive spot that sent pleasure shooting through her body.
Anna cried out, unable to stifle her gasps or cries as he drove her closer to the edge, coaxing her with every filthy promise that sent her mind reeling.
"Oh, God, I'm going to-" she broke off with a scream as she careened into an earth-shattering climax that left her trembling and gasping.
As the waves of sensation ebbed away, Tom pulled his fingers from her drenched, pulsing core and kissed his way down her spine.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured, wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging her close against him.
His hard length pressed into the curve of her ass, making her pussy clench with the delicious promise of what was to come.
She leaned back against him, shivering as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her spine.
"Do you want me to make you feel good, Anna?" Tom asked as his hands explored the curves of her hips, his fingers tracing delectable patterns on her inner thighs.
"Yes, please," she whispered, biting her lip as he hooked one thigh over his and slipped a finger inside her still pulsing pussy.