Thomas lifted her against him, his hands strong and sure as he carried her to the bed. He laid her gently on her stomach, then slid his left arm under her belly and drew her onto her knees, raising her hips and positioning her for him with strong hands. He spread her thighs wide, fisted his cock, and rubbed it over her folds.
“Thomas, you have been teasing me for days! I want—”
Her cry choked off when he hammered his cock to the hilt. She collapsed onto her elbows, her derriere provocatively arched as he balanced her on the edge of pain and ecstasy. Thomas withdrew his cock, her sex clinging so tightly to his girth, she felt every inch of him as he retreated and then sank back inside her to the hilt again. He slowly pumped his hips over and over, his strokes lazy until sensations gathered and coiled tight in her belly. Thomas’s thrusts grew more urgent, each one driving deeper into her.
“Play with your clitoris,” he groaned.
Agatha moaned, her fingers whispering over her belly to find her nub. She shuddered, feeling very sensitive there, yet that heightened the pleasure. She strummed her clitoris, whimpering as the heat bloomed hotter. Thomas gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he worked his cock harder and deeper into her sex. Agatha’s body trembled under his carnal assault, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The sensations were overwhelming, a mix of erotic pain and pleasure that twisted together in a knot of raw desire.
“Thomas, please …” she whimpered, her voice breaking as she struggled to find words.
“Shh, just feel,” he murmured, his voice a low, hungry sound.
His thrusts became more rhythmic; each one timed perfectly to send waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her fingers found her clitoris again, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that sent sparks of sensation shooting through her. Sensations gathered within, andeach stroke pushed her closer to the edge of bliss.
Thomas’s hips snapped harder as if he could sense her impending release.
“Oh!” she cried as she finally shattered.
Agatha convulsed, her inner walls clenching around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She moaned his name, her body shuddering with the force of her release. Thomas slowed his pace, his thrusts becoming more gentle, more tender, as he held her close, his breath hot against her ear.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered.
His voice was hoarse with arousal and tension. Agatha could only nod, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She felt drained yet still so full of desire. Thomas pulled out of her, his cock glistening. He turned her onto her back, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at her. He pressed his thumb against her clitoris and started to rub. Thomas smiled, a wicked, knowing smile, as he lowered his head between her legs. He buried his face into her pussy, his tongue stroking her sensitive flesh with a greed that left her breathless. He teased her clitoris with his tongue, sending sharp jolts of pleasure shooting through her. His fingers found her entrance, slipping inside her as his tongue continued its relentless assault.
Agatha’s body tensed again, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sensations were overwhelming, her sex aching, yet pleasure still drowned her thoughts. Thomas’s tongue and fingers worked in perfect harmony, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
“Thomas, please … I can’t …” she gasped, her voice breaking as she struggled to find words.
“Shh, just let go,” he murmured, his voice muffled against her flesh.
His fingers thrust into her with increasing urgency, his tongue flicking over her clitoris with relentless precision. Another swell of ecstasy crashed over her senses, and she twisted, trying to escape his mouth. Strong hands clasped her hips and held her under the lash of his mouth.
“Thomas!” she cried, thrusting her fingers through his hair.
His answering groan of pleasure reverberated through her entire body. Agatha trembled; the pleasure was too intense. Thomas rose above her, nudging her thighs wide to settle between her legs. Her heartbeat throbbed against her ears as he explored the lines of her hips, belly, and breasts. Every touch ignited a deeper flash of pleasure. He started a slow, deliberate massage of her breasts, fingers tugging and rolling her nipples.
His thumb came to rest against her softly parted lips. Thomas kissed right at the hollow of her throat, over her fiercely beating pulse, down to her nipple and sucked it into his mouth.
“That feels so good,” she said, moaning.
He released her and kissed her mouth, his eyes open and peering into hers. Agatha’s heart trembled at the lust and the tenderness in his eyes. She had the alarming thought that he could sense that he made her heart ache for impossible things with him. Thomas slid his cock inside her sex. Despite her overflowing wetness, she gasped at the almost painful stretch. She slipped her legs high around his back, arching into him. This close, she could see the beauty, lust, and tenderness in his gaze. His thick cock dragged in and out, pleasure jarring her with each thrust. Agatha never imagined coupling could be so consuming. He wrenched her cries and moans and climaxes, each one more intense than the last. Her fingers raked his sweat-slicked skin,her pussy starting to ache and her thighs trembling, yet her lover gave her little rest.
His mouth took hers, his tongue gliding against hers, a perfect mimicry of his plunging cock. Her body tensed, drawn tight as the pleasure built. The swell that slammed into her belly felt as if it broke Agatha apart, cascading heat through her. This climax wasmore intense than the previous three—or was it four? She couldn’t keep count, lost in the whirlwind of sensation.
Thomas groaned, pulling from her body to release his seed on her quivering belly. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Our night has just started.”
Her breath hitched at his words, a shiver running down her spine. She could still feel the remnants of her climax, her body trembling with the aftershocks. Thomas’s hands roamed her body, his touch possessive, almost reverent.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “So perfectly responsive. I could spend hours inside you, feeling your cunt clench around me, hearing you scream my name.”
She could feel her arousal building again, her pussy throbbing with need. Thomas’s hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip before dipping between her thighs. Oh, the pleasure was exquisite.
“Your tight little pussy is still so wet,” he said, his voice laced with satisfaction. “Do you want more, Agatha?”
She nodded.
“Tell me,” he demanded. His cock, still hard and throbbing, pressed against her entrance. “Tell me what you want.”
