“So what does that mean?”
“Well, it’s a really shitty situation. Even though we’re absolutely interested and told the real estate agent that, it’s not like we can put the place on layaway. Unfortunately, buying property doesn’t work that way,” he said.
“You can’t just call dibs?” I sat down beside him with a smile.
“If only it was that easy,” he said, leaning over for a kiss.
“So, what are you going to do? The insurance money from the other bar should be coming soon. Is the agent going to be able to wait long enough to use that?”
Tom shook his head. “We can’t wait for the insurance company to get the money out to us. By the time it gets here, Danny could have already scooped the place out from under us. I’m going to put a hundred thousand dollars of my own money down tomorrow. This way we can secure it and not have to worry about it. When the insurance money comes in, we can just use it to do improvements around the property.”
I nodded. “That sounds like a good idea. You were already intending on doing some modifications and renovations, weren’t you?”
“Absolutely. We want to make it perfect for the new Hollow. It will be easy enough to adjust shift around what money is used for what thing. I just don’t like the stress of not having it taken care of yet,” he said.
“Well,” I said, standing up so I could massage Tom’s shoulders, “I highly doubt Danny is going to come up with that much money in the middle of the night. Everything is going to work out just fine.”
Tom reached up to his shoulder and picked up one of my hands, bringing it around in front of his face to kiss it.
“Thank you,” he said. “I’m so glad you’re here for me.”
My conversation with Emily loomed in my mind, and I was just about to ask him what this all meant when he pulled me around and started kissing me again. I couldn’t resist it. To be honest, I didn’t try very hard.
We sank into the couch, our lips locked on one another, tongues sliding to meet each other. Tom molded over me, and I wrapped my leg around his hip as his increasing bulge pressed into my core. I could feel how hard he was getting, and my breath hitched, and all my thoughts melted away. I wanted to know where we were, where we were going, but with his hot breath on my neck as he trailed kisses along the vein and his hand cupped my breast, the worries disappeared into a fit of unyielding passion.
Tom’s hand kneaded into my breast and then slid down to where my blouse hem sat above my hips. I shifted so it wasn’t pulled so tight around me, and he slipped his hand inside, brushing across the soft skin of my stomach. His thumb searched for the center of my bra, and finding the clasp there, unhooked it. The pressure of the garment released, and he filled his hand with my now unencumbered breast.
His palm was warm and soft as it cupped my nipple, then pressed into it. I raised my arms above my head, and he pulled the shirt over my head and off with his free hand. As it fell away, so did my concerns. It crumpled on the ground beside the couch, and I wiggled out of the bra to let it go, too. His lips brushed my neck until they reached my chest, then moved down the center. I pushed my shoulders together and my large, round breasts smothered him, and he groaned with pleasure, his tongue flicking out to slide between them and then arc around to take a nipple into his mouth.
I gasped at the sensation of his wet warm mouth around my sensitive peak and moaned as he slid his tongue to the other side, repeating the motion. Then his kisses trailed down my stomach, and his fingers searched for and found the zipper of my skirt. As it undid, he slid it down my hips, leaving me wearing nothing but the black, silky thong.
Tom let his kisses trail down to my inner thigh, and then he blew a stream of hot air where his lips had been, making me cry out and goosebumps raise on my skin. His tongue flicked along the line of fabric that covered my wet, waiting pussy. I moaned deeply at the tease of his powerful, talented tongue so close to my core. Then, nudging my panties to the side, he slid his tongue through my folds in one long, passionate lick. As it brushed my clit, I clenched and yelped, the thrill of pleasure rattling me to my very center.
I squirmed under his hand that slid over my stomach to hold me in place. The anticipation of the fingertip that now swirled around my opening was enough to make me wiggle and writhe. An overwhelming amount of pleasure was threatening to spill me over into a climax already, and he had barely touched me. His power, his control, over me made me melt and excited me all at once. I was at that moment his, and only his, and the rest of the world ceased to exist.