With a smile, she let her own hands wander, sweeping them across his shoulders, then his firm pecs, before scraping her nails lightly over the ridges of his abdomen, stopping only when she reached the edge of his pubic hair. Her fingers rested on either side of his shaft, tantalisingly close, and after holding out for a few seconds while he squeezed and kneaded at her mounds of flesh, she could resist no longer. She curled the fingers of her right hand around his dick, and shifted her left down to cup and lightly tug at his balls.

His movements stilled, and he gave a throaty moan as his head lolled back against the cushions behind him. “Fuck, Mia, that’s so good. So good.”

“Yeah? What about this?” She tightened her grip on his shaft and began to pump it faster, revelling in the sensation of it swelling and heating beneath her touch.

“Uhh,” he ground out, dropping his hands onto her thighs and digging his fingertips into her flesh, “yesss, that’s fucking incredible. But Mia?”

“Yes, Tom?”

Rolling his head back to its natural position, he then fixed dopey eyes on her and said, “I might be a fucking genius, but I’m not superhuman.” He sucked in a sharp breath as she stroked him faster still and closed his eyes for a moment. His tone strangled, he continued, “Much more of… that, and I’ll come.”

“Isn’t that kind of the point?” She kept up the pace.

“I suppose so, but I want… uhh… to be inside you. Amongst other things. I don’t want to rush.”

“How’s your recovery time?”

“My… huh?” His brow creased.

She drank him in greedily, from his already-mussed hair to his bare feet, with particular focus on the parts that lay in between. She’d seen his top half many times before, when he’d worked shirtless in the gardens, but this was different. This was sexual, and she wasn’t just going to look. He had the broad shoulders and well-muscled arms of a manual worker, as well as the softly-defined pectorals and six-pack of someone who worked out occasionally. A trail of dark hair led tantalisingly from his belly button to the top of his pubic bone, where it spread out into a neatly-trimmed mat, springing from which was his thick, uncut cock.

Mia briefly admired his meaty thighs, before returning her gaze to the appendage that thrust rudely up from their apex. She grinned widely before looking up to meet his eyes, seeing that his own had darkened with need as he mirrored her inspection of him. “Like what you see?” she asked, playfully jutting a hip and placing her hand on it.

“What do you think?” he replied, his tone incredulous as he gestured at his erection. “I told you you’re as sexy as hell.”

“Thank you. You’re pretty damn sexy, yourself.”

“So why don’t you do something about it?”

Closing the distance between them, she purred, “I intend to”, before straddling him and settling on his lap. She gasped at the heat of his skin as their bare bodies met, and couldn’t resist grinding against his cock, which poked up between them.

Thomas growled and shot his hands out, where they hovered for a moment as he struggled with indecision, then apparently decided on getting the best of both worlds—cupping a breast with one, and clutching at a naked buttock with the other.

“Well, I’ve enjoyed what we’ve been doing so far, but I think we can improve on that…” Apparently done talking, he scooped her up against him and sealed his lips to hers once more.

She relaxed into his embrace and looped her arms around his neck, glad to have the use of both hands. They picked up where they’d left off—their kiss frantic and frenzied, their mouths and tongues working hard, and their lips crushed bruisingly together.

The level of Mia’s need spiralled out of control. She wanted to fuck Thomas, and she wanted it now. She began walking, pushing him backwards towards the three-seater sofa. He stumbled a little at first, but once he realised what she was doing, he went willingly, pulling her along with him. When they reached the sofa, Mia stepped back, then gave Thomas a shove so he fell back onto the cushions.
His resultant chuckle died in his throat as she unzipped her hoodie. He remained silent as she pulled it off and tossed it onto the armchair she’d recently vacated, then bent and removed her socks. Once she’d straightened, she jerked her chin towards him, her eagerness making her impatient. “Now you.”

Without taking his eyes from her, he toed off his own socks and ditched his hoodie. The black T-shirt he wore was just loose enough that she couldn’t make out his muscles beneath it. Figuring there was an easy solution to that, Mia pointed and said with a smirk, “That, too. In fact, why don’t you just get naked?”

With a lazy lift of his right shoulder, he shot back, “I will if you will.”

“You’re on.” Thankful for the warmth the fire was now pumping out, Mia undressed, her arousal making her clumsy. Once the remainder of her clothes rested in a haphazard pile on top of her hoodie, she turned her attention to Thomas, who had, by now, divested himself of his own garments and retaken his seat. And wow, was he worthy of that attention.