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“Thomas…” she breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper.
The slow caress of his fingers against her sent her senses spiraling out of control, each touch heightening her need for him.
Without breaking his rhythm, he leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Let yourself go, Tricia. Experience the pleasure.”
She was unsure about what he meant until he lowered his head and slid his soft tongue against the small nub of sensitive flesh above where his finger had slipped inside her. That’s when she understood. The magic button Sarah had mentioned…
The wave hit her unexpectedly—a torrent of sensations that left her gasping for breath and clutching onto Thomas as though he was her only lifeline. She shuddered violently as she rode out the climax, her mind a whirl of emotions too intense for words.
As the tremors began to subside, Tricia felt completely spent, each muscle in her body weary yet utterly satisfied. She lay panting beneath Thomas, limp and flushed from the exertions, struggling to regain her senses.
His lips were at her ear then, and he murmured soothing words in hushed tones, his fingers gently stroking her sweat-dampened hair. “You’re perfectly delicious,” he said softly, pressing gentle kisses down her neck.
She closed her eyes and basked in his praise, the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath her cheek a lullaby that eased her into a blissful haze. It was a while before she caught her breath enough to speak.
“That… That was…” She struggled to find the right words, her mind still foggy with the pleasure he had given her. She eventually settled on, “Incredible.”
Thomas chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin. “I’m glad you thought so,” he said, his voice a deep, soothing timbre that sent a fresh wave of warmth through her weary body.
Tricia watched him through half-lidded eyes as he moved away from her to discard his own clothes. His body was a work of art—every muscle toned and perfect under the dim light of the room. She stared at him, taking in the sight of his bare skin, and she couldn’t help a slight gasp at the sight of the most private part of him—the part that would give her pain…and then pleasure.
He smiled. “Do not worry. It will all work fine. I promise you.”
His low voice eased her concern, and once he was completely naked, he returned to the bed, pulling her toward him until they were tangled together once more. His hard cock pressed against her thigh, and she gasped at the realization of what would come next.
Thomas looked at her, a question in the depths of his gaze. She answered him with a small nod, trusting him to keep his promise of gentleness. He gave her a reassuring smile as he traced soothing circles on her hip.
Her heart pounded as he positioned himself between her legs, the heat radiating from him making her heart flutter. His gaze never left hers as he slowly pushed into her, giving her body time to adjust to his size. A sharp pain made her wince, but Thomas paused immediately and stroked soft strands of hair away from her face.
“Are you all right?” he asked in a whisper, concern evident in his expression.
She gave him a shaky nod, pushing against him slightly as a sign that he should continue.
He obeyed, moving forward slowly until he was fully inside her. The initial discomfort gave way to an indescribable sensation that made her arch against him. The rhythm they established was slow and deliberate, punctuated by their shared gasps and soft moans. Every thrust of his sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her veins, each one more intoxicating than the last.
With every motion, she surrendered more fully as the edges of her world blurred. The lines between where her body ended and his began were distorted. It was an exhilarating dance of passion, one she knew would change her forever.
“Thomas,” she whispered as she clung to him, her nails digging into his back.
His name was a prayer on her lips, the only word that seemed to matter in that moment. His movements became more urgent, his control slipping away as he neared the edge of bliss.
“Tricia,” he responded with a growl.
The tension coiling through his body flowed off him in waves and curled into her. Their bodies moved in sync, a rhythm as old as time and yet so thrillingly new to her.
His thrusts became more erratic, the rhythm breaking as his movements grew desperate. Tricia clung to him, her body matching his stride for stride as they careened towards the precipice together.
The aching emptiness inside her had never been filled so completely, and she spiraled once more as an overwhelming sensation built within her and threatened to break her apart. She traced the sculpted muscles of Thomas’s back, memorizing each curve and line under her touch. As he drove into her with wild abandon, she let out a cry of pleasure, her body convulsing as the wave crested.
Thomas followed with his own release and a harsh grunt. He was a storm within her, a whirlwind of sensations that left her breathless and sated.
As he collapsed on top of her, their breathing ragged and heavy in the otherwise silent room, she wrapped her arms around him. He felt solid against her, a comforting weight that kept her anchored amidst the aftershocks of pleasure. His heart drummed a steady rhythm against her chest, matching the pulsing in her own veins.
“Tricia,” he murmured again into the crook of her neck. There was no urgency in his tone now, only a languid satisfaction that mirrored her own. She responded with a hum, too spent to form words.
They lay like that for several moments—entwined and basking in bliss. The tension of anticipation was long gone, replaced by a lethargic satisfaction that lulled them both toward sleep.
Eventually, Thomas rolled off her. He kept one arm around her and fingered her strands of hair splayed on the pillow. With his other hand, he traced idle patterns down her bare arm, each touch sending a shudder of contentment through her.
