“Hang on a minute.” He switches on the lamp beside the bed and walks over to the door, turning off the light. “That’s better. More romantic.”
He moves closer again. He’s so cut, his abdominal muscles firmly defined. I reach out and place my palms against them.
“I like your hands on me,” he murmurs.
“I want to touch you.”
“How about we get undressed?”
My head shoots up and I meet his gaze. “Uhh I …”
“I want to see you too.”
I rise to my feet. My heart pounding, I lift my shirt over my head.
“Oh, God,” he whispers, his eyes fixed on my breasts.
Confidence growing, I reach behind me and undo my bra. I drop it to the floor.
Patrick’s tongue darts out and slides across his lips.
It’s all I need to know he’s not going to freak out at me.
“I want to touch you,” he says.
“Then do it.”
He cups my breasts in his hands and runs his thumbs across my nipples.
“You’re even more perfect that I could ever have imagined.”
My breath quickens, and before I chicken out, I unbutton my jeans and push them down.
Patrick moves back and runs his gaze down as I slip my jeans and underwear off.
“Cassie?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Lie on the bed. I really want to see your pussy.”
My cheeks flush, but I pull back the top sheet and lie down. Patrick’s gaze is fixed on mine, and then he runs it down my body, his chest heaving.
He pushes off his jeans, and my eyes widen. I’ve seen pictures of cocks in biology, but his is long and thick and very hard.
I bite my bottom lip.
“You have to stop looking at me like that.” He smirks.
“It’s just … I …”
He rounds the bed and lies down beside me, pulling me into his arms. My body reacts to the feel of us skin to skin.
My breasts feel heavy. My pussy clenches.
Patrick kisses me long and deep, running his hand down my side.
“You okay?”
