Sara cut him off by suddenly leaning in closer and kissing him. It was just a light brush of the lips, but she could feel a fire start from her breast and head downward. It spread out over her body. She pulled back and looked at Tom. She did not expect the expression that she saw in his eyes. He was staring at her intently.
"Oh," was all he said.
"You don't have to look at me so Tom. It was just a-" This time he cut her off by letting out a moan and kissing her harshly. His tongue invaded her mouth. It felt awkward at first, knowing this was Tom. But arousal won, and she kissed him back with all she had. His tongue was demanding on hers. Sara wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt his arms go around her waist, pulling her closer still. They tightened as the kiss got deeper. She sucked on his tongue and he let out another moan. She absolutely loved the feeling of being sqashed up against his body. Tom backed her up against the wall, pinning her, trapping her. She felt the coldness of the wall seep through her wet clothes. She shuddered. He broke the kiss, spreading kisses across her face and down her throat while his hands moved over her stomach, pulling on her shirt. Lifting it, he lifted it above and over her head. Throwing to the floor, he gulped. Sara's breasts were beautiful. Encased in a black lace pushup bra, they looked delicious. He reached behind her and undid her bra. He slowly removed it, watching how her breasts swung free from it. His hand shaking, he brushed his fingers on the side of her right breast. Sara shivered as Tom bent his head and kissed each of them. Cupping them in his hands, he squeezed gently as he licked the valley in between them. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples until they were hard. Watching her expression, he saw that she had her eyes closed, her mouth hanging slightly open.
"Don't stop," she said, her voice husky with pleasure. He dropped a kiss on her luscious lips. Bending his head down again, he licked his way down from the rise of one breast, to the nipple. He swirled his tongue around it in circles. He then licked his way across to her other nipple and did the same. Closing his teeth gently over it, he heard Sara gasp, then moan. She tangled her fingers into his damp hair. He gave the breast a long, wet lick.
Sara felt the fire grow as the roughness of his tongue made contact with her nipple. He made his way to the underside of her breast and gave it a good tongue lashing. He kept switching breasts, licking them, nibbling them gently. Tom gave her breasts one last squeeze, and then let them go. He knelt down and slowly undid her belt. Sliding his hands in her jeans, he pushed them down. He tapped her feet and she lifted first one then the other. He pulled them off and tossed them aside, her panties following them.
Sara shivered once all of her clothes were removed. Her body was still damp from her clothes. Tom placed a kiss on her belly button. Peeking his tongue out a little, he drew a wet circle with around it. He then licked his way down to her pussy. Placing a kiss there, he put his hands on the backs of her thighs and pulled her closer. He licked the folds of her pussy and parted them with his tongue. Sara was already wet. As he tasted her for the first time, Tom could feel his already hard dick, harden to the point where it hurt.
Sara let moan after moan escape her lips as he began licking her. The fire grew even bigger when he reached with his hand and fingered her while licking. Holy mother of saints, it felt so damn good. His licks turned into lapping. His fingers moved faster, creating little ripples of pleasure that moved throughout her body. He was now suckling her pussy, switching in between kissing, licking, and sucking. Sara couldn't seem to stop moaning. Her head was moving from side to side frantically, her eyes squeezed shut. Her fingers were still tangled in his hair. She pulled on it, urging him faster. She started shaking.
"I-I think I'm going to-" She yelled as she came. "Aaaahhhhhh."
Tom licked her clean then stood up. Sara hugged him tightly, her breath still ragged. "Thank you Tom," she whispered. He pulled back and kissed her passionately. She slid her hands down his chest to his waist. Tugging his shirt out of his pants, she broke off the kiss, pulled it over his head and let it fall to the ground. She looked at his chest and reached out her hand to touch the muscles on his chest. They were perfectly formed and looked oh so hard. Running her hands all over them, she stared in awe as his muscles rippled at her touch. Tom let out a chuckle.
"You're ticlking me Sara."
She snatched her hands away at the sound of his voice. She had been deep in thought was surprised that he spoke. "Uh . . . Sorry. I didn't mean to."
