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and he ran his fingers over the nub of my clit. I hissed, twitching back from the touch. I was too over-sensitive there right now. He hummed in understanding and went lower, pressing a single finger inside me. The heat rushed up my body, sending pounding blood to my head and leaving me dizzy and breathless. It really had been too long. Tom coaxed me open slowly, his finger twisting and curling as it set fire to my insides and turned me to liquid heat. His mouth slid lower and lower, finding my nipple again. As he sucked on the nipple he slid another finger in. I gasped and tightened my hold on his hair, reveling
     
    Wet heat around my breast and a rough finger in my own heat left me dizzy. I stared at the ceiling, as I didn’t think I could handle looking at Tom. He chuckled and the sound reverberated through my body. I shivered again. And he chuckled once more. Then his mouth slid lower and another finger joined his first and I lost thought for a while.
     
    Heat. Always heat. More and more building in me. Two fingers, rolling and flexing together to crook and brush and find those spots of lightning within me. His mouth kept sliding lower and lower. It found my ribs, my stomach, and my belly button. His tongue dipped and swirled into my belly button. He trailed wet kisses lower and lower, down the front of my belly and to the tight, curly hairs I kept mostly tamed. I felt air as he exhaled slowly. Then his nose was buried in the hairs and his tongue found my clit.
     
    I jerked, hips arching against the sudden spike of over-sensitive pleasure. Tears pricked my eyes and held for seconds. His tongue swiped to the side, lessening the pressure. A tear slipped, but the rest dried. I lowered myself, panting hard and gripping the sheets. I would not break. Over-sensitive or not, I would not break. Tom chuckled again, his mouth and tongue rumbling as he did. I pulled his hair in a fit of mischief and the chuckle turned to a startled yelp. Before my smugness could overtake me, he pressed his fingers deep with me and crooked them. They brushed a spot that sent lightning through my body once more.
     
    The heat and lightning points built. His hands and tongue sent me spiraling up and up into the sky. I could barely feel the bed beneath me anymore. My body ached with want and need. The heat pooled, condensing. The lightning fast sparks came quicker and quicker. I gasped, letting the pressure overtake me. For a moment, I hung at my peak and time seemed to stop. Tom’s tongue dancing around my clit, his fingers curled within me – it all seemed to slow. Then it rushed forward and white hot heat rushed through me as I found my climax. I moaned. The heat overtook me. My vision was gone. My senses were gone. Everything was focused on that one point of pleasure. I gripped hard at my only lifeline – Tom. I gripped and I moaned and I felt. I felt.
     
    And then it was over. I was blinking at the ceiling, gasping for air. My hands were aching from clenching around Tom’s hair and I felt strangely empty. Tom was leaning next to me, a curious expression on his face.
     
    “Wow,” I managed. He laughed - a light sound that lit up his face. I grinned at him. “You are amazing.”
     
    He shrugged. “It was my pleasure.” Pleasure? I blinked as something came to me.
     
    “But you-” He shook his head.
     
    “Don’t worry about me.” He kissed my forehead and slid out of my head. “Get some rest, won’t you?” I wanted to protest, claim it would be my pleasure to give him what he had given me. But I couldn’t move, let alone stand up. He had completely drained me. With some reluctance, I smiled tiredly and nodded to him. My eyes drooped as I watched him stand up. By the time he was walking out the door I was almost asleep, and seconds later the world faded as sleep claimed me.
     

Chapter 7
     
    Tom was gone when I woke up. And Tom wasn’t back the next day, or even the next. Three days passed after our mid-morning activities