He'll start with kissing chest but Sarah wants Tom to attend to her breasts

Tom leaned forward from his seated position on the bed, his lips brushing against the warm skin of Sarah's neck. He started there, pressing soft kisses along the curve where her shoulder met her throat, tasting the faint saltiness left from her shower.

His hands rose to rest on her hips, steadying himself as he trailed downward, each kiss deliberate and lingering. He moved to her collarbone, nipping gently at the hollow before continuing lower, his breath hot against her chest.

As he reached her breasts, exposed and heaving slightly with her quickened breaths, he paused for a moment to take in their fullness. Then he kissed the swell of one, his mouth exploring the soft flesh, circling closer to the hardened nipple. He shifted to the other breast, repeating the pattern, his tongue flicking out to tease the skin just around the peak.

Sarah let out a low sigh, her body arching toward him. She threaded her fingers through his hair, not gently guiding but pinning his head firmly against her breasts, the pressure unyielding—a clear signal for him to remain exactly where he was.

"Suckle on my breasts, Tom," she murmured, her voice thick with command and need. "Show me how much you want this."

Obeying without hesitation, Tom's mouth closed around Sarah's nipple with renewed focus, his lips forming a tight seal as he drew it in deeper. He alternated between slow, deliberate sucks and lighter flicks of his tongue, tracing circles around the textured peak while his hand kneaded the soft underside of her breast.

Sarah’s nipple responded almost immediately, firming under his attention, swelling and hardening into a taut bud that pressed insistently against his tongue. He could feel the change—the way it stiffened, becoming more sensitive with each pull, a clear sign of the heat building within her.

Arching her back ever so slightly, Sarah’s fingers digging deeper into his scalp, not just pinning him but urging him on with subtle pressure.

A soft moan escaped her lips, low and throaty at first, vibrating through her chest and into his mouth.

It grew louder as he switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention—kissing it like a lover, his lips brushing and parting over it in rhythmic motions, his tongue swirling in wet, insistent patterns. This one hardened too, peaking under his efforts, the skin around it tightening as goosebumps spread across her breast.

Another moan followed, this one drawn out and breathy, her hips shifting forward involuntarily as if seeking more contact. Tom paused for a fraction of a second, his mind flashing to the realization: this intensity, this responsiveness, hadn't been there before. Her body reacted like Tina's now—those perfect, youthful curves he'd wished into existence, turning what was once familiar into something exquisitely sensitive, a new landscape of pleasure points that amplified every touch.

He could sense it in the way her breaths quickened, in the faint tremble running through her thighs pressed against him.

He redoubled his efforts, suckling harder now, alternating sides with seamless transitions—left nipple pulled deep into his mouth, tongue pressing flat against it before releasing with a soft pop, then right, where he nipped gently at the base before soothing it with long, languid licks. Sarah's moans came steadier, a series of husky sounds that filled the room, her free hand trailing down his back, nails grazing his shirt as her body leaned into him more fully.

Sweat began to bead on her skin again, mixing with the lingering droplets from her shower, and Tom tasted the subtle shift, salty and warm.