I laugh as he accidentally tickles me, pulling down my skirt. My panties follow, and my heart rate accelerates as he runs his hungry gaze over me.
“So beautiful.”
“Show me.” I point at his pants, and he grins.
He sheds his jeans and underwear and kneels on the bed.
I lick my lips. “Come here?”
He crawls around the side of me, while I prop myself up on my pillows.
I meet his curious gaze before I grasp his cock at the base and take it in my mouth.
“Oh, Jesus, Cassie. That’s …”
He grips the sheet tightly as I suck lightly, sliding my tongue up and down his length. I was way too scared to do this at eighteen, but I’m confident I’ve got this now. And from the noises he’s making, I’m not wrong.
“It’s too much, babe. It’s been a while, and I don’t want to come yet.”
I lift my mouth off him with a pop. “Why not?”
He chuckles and lies beside me, tracing circles on my stomach with his fingers.
“Because there’s no rush. We have all the time to enjoy each other.” He slides his hand down between my legs. “I’ve thought about our first time so many times.”
His gentle touch leaves me breathless as he inserts his fingers into me and then slides them over my clit.
“Me too.”
“I loved that we were each other’s first.”
He repeats the action again and again before pushing on my thigh. I part my legs and he moves between them.
There’s no hesitation this time. He bows his head and his tongue works overtime as I arch my back and moan. Patrick pulls me to the brink and then kisses his way over my belly and up to my breasts.
“Patrick,” I whine.
“Patience.” He grins.
I’m torn between slapping and kissing that grin from his face. “It’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair.” He makes his way down again before plundering my pussy with his mouth, his fingers working overtime pumping in and out of me.
The confidence that wasn’t there all those years ago is in abundance, and I’m suddenly jealous of anyone else he was ever with.
This should have always been mine.
And then he takes me over the edge. My pussy clenches down on his fingers, and he lets out a loud breath.
“I need to be inside you.”
“I need you inside.”
“Do I need a condom?”
I meet his gaze and shake my head. “I’m on the pill.”
“Thank God.”
