**Sara**
His lips were so close, I could feel their warmth. And then... he kissed me.
At first, it was soft and gentle, like a question. But I didn't hesitate. I pressed my lips back against his, and the kiss deepened. I tasted the faintest hint of whiskey on his breath and something else that was purely Tom.
His lips were soft, but his kiss was demanding, almost hungry. Our tongues danced together, and I felt a spark run through my body, straight to my core. My hands, which had been resting on the couch, clutched at his shoulders, pulling him closer.
I couldn't get enough of his mouth, taste, and smell. It was like a damn had burst inside me, and all the tension and hurt from the past few weeks came flooding out, turning into pure, raw desire.
His hands moved to my hips, pulling me even closer so our bodies were pressed together. I could feel his hard cock against my thigh, and I whimpered into his mouth.
Tom's hands moved up my body, his thumbs grazing the underside of my breasts. He cupped them, squeezing gently, his thumbs rubbing circles over my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress and bra.
I arched my back, pressing myself into his hands, wanting more. I was so damn wet, my panties were practically soaked. I could feel my juices leaking out, and I hoped like hell he couldn't.
One of his hands left my breast, trailing down my body, over my flat stomach, before slipping beneath the hem of my short dress. I held my breath as his fingers brushed against the thin fabric of my panties, right over my pussy.
Then he touched me, his fingers gliding over my smooth lips, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. I moaned, my hands clutching at his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin.
"You like that, huh?" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.
I nodded, unable to form actual words.
Tom slid his fingers beneath the elastic of my panties. "You're so damn wet," he groaned, his fingers slipping quickly through my folds.
I whimpered, my hips bucking involuntarily as he teased me, his fingers dancing around my clit without actually touching it. "Please," I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for.
Finally, he gave me what I needed, his finger pressing against my swollen clit and rubbing in tight circles. I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as pleasure washed over me.
"That's it, baby," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. "Let me hear you."
I couldn't hold back the sounds that were being wrenched from me. It had been too long since I'd been touched like this, and Tom seemed to know exactly what I needed. His finger worked my clit, his thumb teasing my pussy lips, slipping between them to find my entrance.
Just as I was about to come, Tom suddenly stopped. "Not yet," he growled, his finger still pressed against my clit, but now still.
I whimpered, my hips bucking as I tried to get him to continue. "Please," I begged. "Don't stop."
"Greedy, aren't you?"
"Yes," I whispered, my cheeks heating up. "But it's been a while."
Tom's eyes darkened, and he leaned in, his mouth inches from mine. "Well then, we can't have that, can we?"
Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine again, his kiss demanding and hungry. My hands moved to his hair, gripping the short curls as I kissed him back with equal fervor.
His finger began to move again, rubbing tight circles on my clit as his thumb slipped inside me, pumping in and out in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
I moaned into his mouth, my body moving with his thumb, my hips bucking as I chased my release. "Tom, please," I whispered against his lips. "I'm so close."
"Come for me, Sara," he growled, his finger pressing harder against my clit. "Let me feel you come on my hand."
That was all it took. I cried out, my body trembling as the orgasm ripped through me. My juices flowed over Tom's hand, my thighs clenching against his as I rode out the waves of pleasure.
Tom kissed me softly, his fingers gently stroking my oversensitive clit as my body calmed. "That's it, baby," he whispered. "Just breathe."
I nodded, my eyes still closed as I floated back down to earth. Damn, that had been good. Better than good. It had been a freaking masterpiece.
After a few moments, I opened my eyes and saw Tom watching me, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Enjoy yourself, did you?" he teased.
I felt a bit embarrassed now that the haze of pleasure had cleared. "Oh, shut up."
Tom just laughed, and I wanted to smack that damn smirk off his face. But instead, I found myself leaning forward and pressing my lips to his. Damn, he was a good kisser. I couldn't help but kiss him back, my hands tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer.
"I wanted to do that back at the pub," he murmured against my lips, his hands roaming over my body. "Maybe sneak off to the bathroom and fuck you against the sink."
I felt my eyes go wide at his words, but before I could respond, his mouth was on mine again, silencing me in the best possible way. His kisses were insistent, demanding, and I couldn't get enough. I kissed him back hungrily, my tongue tangling with his, my hands exploring the hard planes of his chest beneath his shirt.
We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily, and he traced my jawline with his thumb. "I want you, Sara. Right here, right now."
I shivered at his words, desire coursing through my body. I wanted him too. It had been too long since I'd felt desired, really desired. Matt's lackluster kisses and half-hearted groping couldn't compare to this.
Without saying a word, I reached for the hem of my dress, pulling it slowly up my thighs, revealing more of my bare legs. Tom's eyes darkened as he watched, his breath coming in sharp bursts. I slid off the couch, stood in front of him, and stepped out of my dress, letting it pool at my feet, leaving me in just my black lace bra and panties.