The Trial Of Temptation

after *smut*

Tom pulled away from the kiss, and walked backward to plop down on the bed. He smirked, and did a come hither motion with his finger. Your heart skipped a beat.
"C'mere." He said, the corner of his mouth twitching. You went over to him and stood before him. He ran his large hands over the sides of your body and pushed you forward so you were sitting on his lap. He brought his head forward to put his mouth on your neck, licking and sucking and kissing the skin there. You whined quietly. He pulled away and tipped your chin down to look at him.
"Can I do something for you y/n?" He asked, his lips inches from yours. You felt like a schoolgirl. You could hardly form words, and were so aroused that you felt like your body was going to melt from heat.
"S-sure." You stuttered. He smiled. He lowered his fingers down to your skirt and slid his way up your leg. He pushed the skirt up so he could access your cunt, and he pulled the fabric of your panties aside to feel your slit.
"You're wet." He mused with a dark chuckle before he ran two of his long fingers along your slick pussy lips. You shivered at his touch, bucking your hips to hint you wanted more, unable to speak.
"Relax," Tom grinned sneakily when he noticed, causing you to dig your fingernails into your soft bed sheets. His eyes never left your face to watch you as his thumb found your clit and teased it relentlessly, circling it slowly, then faster, then slowly again until you whined from the pleasure. You arched your back in an attempt to cause more friction but Tom was unrelenting. He was the one in control, he had made that very clear. His fingers massaged you so intensely you feared to faint as he coated his fingers with your wet arousal and spread it all over your sex. You felt so shamelessly exposed to him but it only fuelled your agitation more.
"Does that feel okay?"
A moan was all you could muster in response but it seemed to suffice.
"Shh" He hissed, putting a finger to your lips.
"We'll get in trouble, they didn't say we could fuck all over the house did they?" He whispered into your ear. You chuckled.
"It's so good though, I- where did you learn how to do this?" You whispered. Tom chuckled once more before slipping two fingers inside you, your walls clenching in joyful anticipation at the foreign intrusion.
"College." He replied. He started pumping them in and out of you, his thumb never stopping to massage your clit, and then curled them inside you to graze that hidden spot, having you moan loudly once more. Good thing you were in fact alone today. Tom's skilful fingers worked their magic on you, pleasuring you with such vehemence you had to hold back to not start thrashing around wildly. If you did so, you wondered if he might tie you up... but then again, that sounded rather exciting than scary.
"Go ahead... you can cum." His sinful words did the rest. Head first, you were thrown into the most mind-blowing orgasm you had ever experienced, your muscles spasming and clenching around Tom's fingers which were helping you ride out your near enough violent climax as he covered your mouth while you moaned his name out like a prayer, your hot and wet sheath coating his fingers with a fresh wave of your arousal.
"That was one," he declared tauntingly.
"Put your head up on the pillow?" He asked. You nodded and did as he asked you to. Sliding his hands over your thighs, he shifted on the bed and knelt down right between your legs.
Fucking shit, how had he made you cum so fast? It was like he hadn't even tried, just played your cunt with those wonderfully long digits like he would an instrument...  You gasped for air when you suddenly felt Tom's tongue on your slit, licking over your pussy with delight. His lips found your clit and sucked it between them gently, followed by his tongue delving into your aching core to lap up as much of your juices as possible. He repeated his torture several times before tenderly biting your hot flesh and then using his clever tongue to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves until you were trembling again. You were sensitive already but it only added to your arousal, throwing you over the edge for a second time when he started sucking on your clit so furiously you whimpered.
"That was two..."
Curses paired with Tom's name escaped your lips, your muscles contracting around nothing as you wished for him to fill you with his cock. God damn.
"Fuck" he repeated quietly, making you feel his hot breath right between your legs.
He didn't even think about stopping and giving you a short break before continuing his sweet torture. Collecting your slick arousal on his tongue, he pushed it deep inside you, tasting you ravishingly until you panted from the intense pleasure he was giving you. He fucked you roughly with his tongue as he started stroking the sides of your clit, careful not to directly stimulate it. Hell, he did know what he was doing. Other men you were with never understood what it meant to be over-sensitive. Just that they hadn't even managed to make you cum even once before they sought their own pleasure, taking what they wanted and then falling asleep exhausted as if they had done such a great job. You would have rolled your eyes at the thought if they hadn't rolled the back of your head instead. Tom grabbed your thighs roughly, making sure to leave bruises for you to look at the next day and preventing you from recoiling. Two orgasms in and you were already breathless. If he kept going, you probably would faint.
"Tommy..." Whether you pleaded for him to stop or to continue, you didn't know. All you could focus on was how your third climax built, your muscles tensing and your whole body shaking until you were but a writhing mess, defenceless against his skilled mouth and fingers. You came again when he chuckled against your entrance, sulking in the amusement your desperation gave him and then finally pulled away, enjoying the aftershocks that kept rippling through your body.
"That was three..." He mused with a smirk. His hands stroked over your body gently, leaving a wet trail of your own juices all over your stomach before he shifted so he could lie down next to you and prop himself up on one elbow.
"How many times have you cum in one night?" He asked boldly while attending to your breasts nonchalantly.
"I..." You started hesitatingly, unable to talk properly. "I never came more than once..."
Tom's expression became somewhat proud upon hearing this. Never taking his eyes off you, he ran his fingers over your breasts, teasing your nipples and pinching and rolling them between his skilful fingers. His hands were pure magic, and you closed your eyes to enjoy the new sensation. You failed to notice he leaned down only a moment after to suck your other nipple into his mouth, circling your areola and gently biting the hardening nub until you arched your back.
"You're kinda sensitive..." he murmured scornfully. "I wonder if I could make you cum like that."
Moaning, you threw your head back. It did feel wonderful. Could you cum like that? Whenever you masturbated, you never really paid attention to your breasts at all, instead just focused on furiously rubbing your clit until you came undone. That's what vibrators were for too, after all. You had heard of women orgasming just by having their nipples caressed but didn't think it was possible for anyone but hookers and all that. But when you felt your orgasm startlingly rip through you, you knew that was bullshit. Tom collapsed down on you, lazily throwing one of his freckled arms across your body. You were in disbelief. He was really, really, really good at sex stuff. Better than anyone you'd ever been with, and you'd had quite a few boyfriends. You looked over at Tom, who was rested on your shoulder and had let himself drift off to sleep. He must've been tried. You brushed a piece of hair away from his face and kissed him forehead. His eyes opened and looked at you.
"Tom- that was- wow. Thank you so much." You told him. He blushed slightly.
"It's no problem. I like giving head and stuff." He replied, taking your hand into his and pulling it up to his face. You felt butterflies fill your stomach. As you looked up at the ceiling while Tom slept beside you, you couldn't help but wonder if Tom saw you as anything more than a fuckbuddy. He was kind to you, but not overly so. His hard exterior was still turned to you, and you were unable to break it. You wanted not just his surface details, but all of him. Body kind and soul. You knew that you loved him, but were in no way shape or form going to say anything if the sort to him before he went to prison, as much as you were tempted to. That would be cruel. You half hoped he didn't love you, to spare himself from the pain of leaving you, but you couldn't help but wish that he felt the same way about you that you did him. You rolled over and tried to sleep. It worked.