Tom's private helicopter flew Ellie home the next day where she spent a tearful, but joyous reunion with her family. A week later, her body recuperated, she lay spread eagle with Tom's face buried between her thighs.
"This is my pussy now…" Tom blew, his breath warming her intimate flesh. Ellie sprawled before him, her lips lushly parted, her petite mounds rising and falling to the rhythm of her aroused breathing. The moon now evolving, washing her flesh with beams.
She moaned her willing surrender, her seam glistening, clit erect and pulsating, pussy hole quivering with starvation. She no longer care that his men might be lurking about and watching. Any thought beyond Tom's mouth was now lost among the lascivious delusions conquering her sanity.
Feeding her hunger, Tom thrust in a hooked finger finding her rough spot, massaging it a circular motion while leeching his mouth on to her clit, cheek bones twitching as he worked his jaw muscles.
"Tom!" She sobbed, her voice reeking of lust. No longer able to bear the sexual torment, her body gushed, releasing the fluid of passion into Tom's eager mouth.
Tom licked her essences away, still manipulating her now evident rough spot.
For a minute, he allowed it to rest and drew to her face to kiss her.
Reaching for his thriving manhood, she offers, "Let me reciprocate."
"There will be time for that. Right now, I am not finished with you." He replied huskily, pulling her from the lounge chair leading her into the pool house.
She followed, mind whirling; what naughty scheme was he conjuring now? He was compelling, intoxicating. He had bewitched her, enchanting her body to fall prey to his touch. She never thought they would end up this way. It had all started this morning with "Why did you save me?". She had only meant her visit to be a short one, but his eyes, the tone of his voice glazing his reply had made her change her mind. "You know. You do not have to ask. What you feel is true." And that was all her heart needed to hear.
Within minutes she had found herself beneath him, naked, her body clinging to his, their lips locked in mutual desperation.
Afterwards, they had talked; really talked. She probably knew too much, but she did not fear the knowledge in the least. He would never hurt her. He held her complete trust in the palm of his hand.
They had spent the afternoon riding horses, and eating chili dogs, something Tom swore he had never tried, but very much liked. By nightfall, he had convinced her to shed her clothes and swim with him under the stars. The recklessness taunt was too enticing to resist.
"Do you trust me?" He asked closing the door.
"You know I do." And she did, utterly, hopelessly.
He captured her, kissing her once more before spreading a throw on the floor. Ellie glanced at the sofa, squinting her eyebrows.
Pulling her to the floor, he continued. "Remember this trust. You will need it."
She kissed him, her voice confused. "Ok." He was acting mysterious and the role excited her. He was like no one she had ever met.
He pressed her flat to her stomach, pulled her wet locks to one side, and mounted her from behind the way a stallion would a mare. "Trust..." He blew sensually against her neck, penetrating her still drenched tunnel with one gentle stride.
"You are mine now, Ellie….You know that, don't you?" He purred, finding her little rough spot still aroused.
"Yes…" She whimpered, an odd brewing sensation swelling within her abdomen. Although she knew men talked like this during sex, Tom's sentiments held more than a tease. He was just as possessive as her brother, if not more.
Fucking her slow, he sucked and chewed her vulnerable neck, breaking only to whisper passionate delights into her ear, being sure to tantalize her flesh with his warm breath.
Ellie closed her eyes. The feeling building inside her wasn't normal. It was not like from the other times he had made her climax. It was good, but too overwhelming. "Tom..." her voice siring anxiety.
"Shh"
A few more minutes of slow deliberate thrusts, and again, "Tom." Her voice whimpering.
He shushed her again and added "Trust."
Several agonizing minutes and she began to writhe, her brain reeling. "Tom, I want you to stop."
"No you don't. Just follow your instincts. Do not hold back." He said in a coaxing tone, vitalizing her trigger spot.
When her writhing evolved, he used his arms to pin her arms to her sides, entrapping her against his assault, dominating her. "I told you that you were mine to do with as I please." He now hissed in a threatening manner. He had meant to intimate her, conquer her, and it was working. She felt completely helpless, but she did not mind. If she was to submit to any man, it would be to Tom.
Finally, she began to moan and tremble, but not from trying to break free. Tom quickly slipped one hand underneath her to rub her clit. Within seconds, she bucked against him, her entire body convulsing, crying out without any control.
"That is it! Come on, sweets!" Tom growled, riding her orgasm, now thrusting a bit faster, but not too swift or deep, just enough to stimulate her G-spot. He intensified the pressure on her clit, feeling it pulsate against his rapid ravishment.
As if her body understood his encouragement, she suddenly froze, her cries catching in her throat, eyes rolling in the back of her head. Ass muscles clenching, pussy constricting, she erupted, squirting a flowing stream, drenching the throw.
Body limp, Tom rolled her over, sinking to ladle her feminine nectar. Starting at her thighs he worked his way up, burying his face into her still quivering cunt.
She could hear him slurping her loudly, lewdly, his mouth rampant as if quenching a near death thirst. She closed her eyes trying to control her breathing, still twitching from the blended orgasm. Finally she mustered the strength and courage to wrap her fingers into his hair and draw him to her face.
He came to her with a smile, kissing her forehead. His eyes twinkling as if he had just told a naughty joke.
"I did not know women could..um..you know, like that…"
Chuckling, he eased her doubts. "They can if a man knows what he is doing. The first time from your Gräfenberg spot can be overwhelming and that is why I stressed you to trust me."
"I have never felt anything as exhilarating in my life! I want to do that for you. I want to make you feel like I just felt."
Stroking her chin, he assured her, "You do every time I stick my dick in you."
She smacked him playfully, "Gosh, you are so vulgar."
"You like it." Laughing mockingly, Tom tackled her until she squealed like a delightful child.
Their play now diminished, he tugged her to her feet and tossed her into the shower where he joined her. "I have to wash my dirty girl before I take her to my bed." He joked, lathering her breasts with soap, fighting the urge to fuck her up against the shower wall. She was still new to sex and he did not want to overwhelm her body. He needed her vigor for later plans.
Robed, the couple made their way upstairs. One of Tom's men was standing in front of his bedroom door, eyes cast to the floor.
"Is everything ready?"
The man nodded and moved to the side, opening the door for them.
Ellie entered, stopped, and glanced around. The entire room was filled with mirrors and flaming candles. A trail of rose petals leading a path to the bed.
"So you do not get lost." Tom joked, pouring Ellie a glass of champagne.
Accepting the glass, she beamed, "You are amazing. You really are, but why the mirrors?"
"I want to watch you fuck me. I want you to see yourself fuck and be fucked."
A sensation churned in the pit of her womb by the primitive, erotic tone of his voice. He was insatiable. Immediately, she felt her nipples stiffen. She dropped the robe for him to see.
Clasping a breast, he reciprocated, his cock erect and thriving.
"We are like animals." She jested before engulfing the champagne.
Lowering his mouth to her nipple, he corrected her. "No, we are lovers. This is love, Ellie, not lust."
Ellie sank to her knees, stroking his swollen love, erect and proud, every vein bulging, the tip wet and slimy. She moaned with anticipation.
"Say it, baby. I want to hear you say it."
The champagne making her brave and without a hint of bashfulness, she obeyed, "I want to suck your dick", rubbing her face into his groin, inhaling deep on purpose to get her fill of his scent.
"Feel yourself and tell me what you find."
Their lust-filled gazes locking, she thrust her finger inside herself, and purred back, "My pussy is wet, searing."
The vulgarity escaping her innocent mouth inflamed his ravenous sexual hunger. "Taste yourself."
Now she smiled a dazzling smile. The man was sinfully salacious and she adored it. Licking her finger like an ice cream, she moaned her delight.
"Swallow my cum, baby. Open that pretty little mouth and drink me."
Tom pressed his cock against her mouth, rubbing back and forth, saturating her lips with seeping pre-cum. His shaft was warm, hard, the texture like velvet. She could feel every thick ridge, his veins pulsating with lust. He scent masculine, his flavor musty and salty.
Latching on, sucking, licking, mesmerizing him with her mouth, worshiping his god-like dick.
"Thrust faster, Ellie." Desire lacing his tone.
She obeyed, arching her ass knowing he had a full view from the mirror behind.
Tom moaned his satisfaction. "Thats it. You are a natural, baby."
Following her instincts, she produced saliva, using it to keep him slippery, making sure to replicate the slurpy sounds he had with her. She moaned as if she could not get enough. It was not an act. She really couldn't. She never imagined dick could taste so delicious.
His eyes glazed, heavy-lidded, sex drowsy. He praised her, twisting a fistful of hair between his fingers. "Nothing makes me harder than seeing my cock in your mouth."
He could feel her warm breath tantalizing his hairless flesh. His testicles slapping her chin and neck. He could hear her moaning deep in the back of her throat, smothered by his thrusting cock, embedding against the tip of his dick, intensifying his stimulation. Tightening the grip on her hair, he threw his head back, groaning guttural sobs of feral lust. Throbbing a fountain of ecstasy, he shot like a pistol in the back of her throat. The bullet searing and creamy. Drinking all that she could, her mouth overfilled, she withdrew and he sprayed the rest of his hot jizz on her tits.
Lips dripping with cum, cheeks flushed, he jerked her from the carpet and flung her to the bed. "You are going to fuck me now." He demanded, laying flat beside her.
She straddled him, rubbing her ass against him to stimulate his flagging shaft. It did not take long before she felt him swelling.
He ran his insistent hands up her abdomen, encircling her taut breast, his eyes feasting on her velvety flesh. "God, you are immaculate. Perfect in every way."
Pressing her hands to his chest, she keeled to capture his lips, piercing herself on him as she kissed him.
"Fuck me." He pleaded, glancing into the mirror behind her to watch her ass jiggle as she swirled her hips in circles, playing him.
After a few minutes of teasing torture, she bounced up and down on his cock, taking him to the hilt.
Breaking his gaze upon her pussy swallowing his cock, he traveled upward relishing the sight of her bouncing tits.
Ellie could see herself in action on him, his body large and masculine compared to hers. Seeing herself consuming him, their flesh branding as one was engulfing, intoxicating. Together they were beautiful. It was as if God had created them specially for one another.
The room silent except for pounding hearts, slick slapping skin, desperate moans, and sloshing juices. Succumbing to euphoria, Ellie sank to his chest, rocking her hips, grinding. Not wanting to interrupt her rapture, Tom stopped thrusting back and arched his hips.
"Tom!" She screeched clawing at his chest.
Tom seized a nipple, twisting hard. "Fuck me, come on."
As if on cue, Tom slammed upward, deep and hard, impaling her cervix meeting her gushing jubilation with penetrating thrusts. He smiled listening to her whimper like a bitch in heat, her body convulsing.
Making sure she was spunt, he flipped her over, tossed her legs over his shoulders, and plow into her without restraint. She cried out on impalement, clenching her inner muscles to the rhythm of his thrusts. He called her name as he fucked her deep and hard, balls sweating, dripping and slapping her jiggling ass.
With her molten core dripping and sweltering, his ears a hum, focus blinding, his body began to erupt in tremors. He dropped her legs, bearing down, mushing her breasts into his virile body, panting, pounding her into the mattress. Digging his fingers into her hips flesh, he rendered one final almost brutal thrust, extravasating, filling her womb with his creamy seed.
Appeased, he collapsed by her side, drawing her head to recline against his perspired drenched chest. Breathing heavy, Ellie draped her leg over his, their entangled fluids seeping from her on to him. Too exhausted to wash, they slept in each other's embrace, lulled by their contentment.