Tom Polo's hands cradled her face, his thumbs brushing the heat of her cheeks as his lips claimed hers in a kiss that was all fire and command. The hotel room thrummed with a charged hush, the TV's soft flicker painting their bodies in hues of silver and shadow.
Tom was a man who owned every moment missions, plans, and especially this. His lovemaking was a masterclass in control, each touch a deliberate stroke to unravel her, slow and unrelenting. Her warm, honeyed gasps spilled into his mouth, her fingers clutching his bare shoulders, nails biting into the damp heat of his skin, fresh from the shower. The scent of cedar soap clung to him, undercut by the raw, primal edge that made her pulse race.
His kiss deepened, tongue sweeping against hers with a lazy arrogance, drawing a soft moan from her throat. "You're already melting, sweetheart," he drawled, his voice a confident rumble, dripping with that cocky edge he wore like a second skin. Her body pressed closer, the lace of her bra grazing his chest, igniting a spark that made her thighs tremble.
A faint shudder, rippled through her, stealing her breath. Her pussy pulsed, and he felt it, his lips curving into a smug grin against hers.
Tom eased back, letting her gasp for air, his lips hovering just close enough to keep her wanting. "It's been a stressful day," he said, voice smooth as whiskey, eyes glinting with self-assured mischief. "I was holed up in a cave, chasing something… big." His lips brushed her jaw, slow and teasing, trailing toward the tender spot below her ear. "Something that's gonna turn the world upside down."
Her voice, warm like a summer breeze, trembled as she tried to speak. "Wh-what… was it, Tom?" The words stumbled out, soft and breathy, pleasure fogging her mind as his lips grazed her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Another shiver went through her, her fingers tangling in his damp hair, anchoring herself to him.
He chuckled, low and wicked, the sound vibrating against her neck. "Oh, darling, that's my little secret. Let's just say it's a game-changer, and I always win." His lips pressed harder, sucking lightly at her pulse, each kiss a deliberate stoke of the fire building in her core. Her breath hitched, another shudder rocking her, her pussy clenching as she clung to him. "T-Tom… ohh…" Her voice was a warm, desperate whimper, barely coherent, dripping with need.
His hands slid under her shirt, fingers grazing the curve of her waist, slow and possessive. He tugged the fabric up, tossing it aside with a flourish, revealing her lacy bra. His eyes raked over her, dark and hungry, that arrogant smirk deepening. "Look at you, all worked up already," he purred, unhooking her bra with a flick of his fingers. The lace fell away, baring her breasts, nipples pebbling in the cool air. Her flush deepened, her warm voice catching in a gasp as his gaze lingered. "God, Tom… you're… too much…" she murmured, words slurring with pleasure.
Tom took his time, savoring every second of her unraveling. His lips brushed the swell of her breast, teasingly soft, circling the sensitive peak without touching. Her hands fisted in his hair, urging him closer, but he held back, that cocky glint in his eyes. "Patience, sweetheart," he teased, voice thick with smug satisfaction. "I don't rush masterpieces." His lips finally closed over her nipple, warm and wet, his tongue swirling with deliberate care. She moaned, a rich, warm sound that filled the room, her body arching as another mini-orgasm pulsed through her, her pussy aching with need.
He sucked gently, then firmer, alternating with slow licks that made her tremble. "You… you were in a cave?" she gasped, her voice a warm, shaky melody, trying to hold onto the thread of conversation. "What… were you looking for?" Another shudder hit, her thighs clenching as his teeth grazed her nipple, sending sparks through her.
Tom's lips curved against her skin, his tongue flicking lazily. "Something worth more than gold," he said, voice dripping with arrogance. "Something that's gonna make me untouchable." He moved to her other breast, kissing the soft curve before sucking the nipple into his mouth, his tongue working in slow, sinful circles. Her moans grew louder, warmer, each one laced with the heat of her pleasure as another mini-orgasm rocked her, her body quivering under his touch. "Ohh… Tom… I can't… think…" she whimpered, her voice a sultry, broken song.
"Thinking's overrated," he murmured, lips trailing back to her neck, kissing and sucking at the pulse point with a hunger that matched his words. Which was ironic because all Tom Polo did was think, even when he didn't have to.
Each press of his mouth was a spark, stoking the fire in her core. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, her warm gasps filling the air as another mini-orgasm hit, her pussy pulsing with desperate need. "Tom… please…" she pleaded, voice thick with warmth, words tumbling in a haze of pleasure.
His hands roamed lower, fingers tracing the curve of her hips, unbuttoning her jeans with a slow, deliberate ease. "You're falling apart, and I'm just warming up," he said, that arrogant edge sharpening his tone. He slid her jeans down, his fingers brushing her thighs, lingering just long enough to make her squirm. Her panties followed, the fabric dragging against her skin, leaving her bare and trembling. He guided her to the bed, the mattress sinking under their weight, and knelt between her thighs, his lips returning to her neck, kissing and nibbling with relentless precision.
"Still curious about that cave?" he teased, his voice a low growl as his lips sucked at her pulse, sending another wave of pleasure through her. "It was cold, dark… but I found what I needed." Her response was a garbled moan, her warm voice fracturing as another mini-orgasm sparked, her body trembling. "T-Tom… I can't… talk…" she gasped, her words a sultry, desperate plea.
His fingers trailed down her stomach, teasing the sensitive skin just above her pussy. "Good," he said, voice thick with smug satisfaction. "I don't need you talking." His fingers slid between her folds, finding her slick and ready, and he circled her sensitive bud with a slow, deliberate touch. Her hips bucked, a warm, throaty moan spilling from her lips as the pleasure built. He worked her expertly, fingers curling inside her pussy, stroking just right. Her breaths came in warm, shuddering gasps, her body trembling as the tension coiled tighter.
"Tom… ohh… God…" she moaned, her voice a warm, velvety cry as his fingers moved faster, thumb pressing her bud with perfect pressure. Her body arched, a final mini-orgasm crashing through her, her pussy pulsing wildly around his fingers. She gasped, a warm, breathless sound that filled the room, her body trembling in his hands, utterly undone. Tom watched her, that arrogant smirk softening just a fraction, satisfied with the masterpiece he'd crafted, knowing he'd taken her apart with every kiss, every touch, just as he'd planned.