His smile is hesitant, but he goes back to it, and this time between his lips and his fingers, I don’t just start to take off—I soar.
“Oh my God.”
I shudder, pleasure taking over my body, and Patrick gets up on his knees. “I did that. I made you come.”
“Yeah, you did.” I’m breathless. I’ve brought myself to orgasm before, but it’s so much better when he does it. The look of wonder on his face makes my cheeks flush.
“I think we’re ready. Do you want to help me put the condom on?”
I nod rapidly. At least I know how to do that—those biology classes with Mrs Nixon are about to come in handy.
He reaches into his side cabinet and pulls out a box.
I’m breathing so heavily I’m scared I’ll hyperventilate.
Patrick smiles at me as he pulls out a foiled packet.
I push myself up to sit, take it from him with shaky hands, and tear it open.
He moves closer.
I pinch the end of the condom and roll it down his cock. He’s so warm and hard, and his breathing grows erratic as I do it.
“I love you touching me,” he murmurs.
Lying back down, I spread my legs wider. His eyes drink me in.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“I want you. I want everything with you.”
He settles his weight over me, and I rest one hand on his pecs. I reach down with the other to guide him.
With a push of his hips, he slides inside me and moans. “Oh, damn. You feel so good. Are you okay?”
I nod, heat rising in my cheeks. I’ve never felt so open and vulnerable. This is perfect—Patrick’s made it perfect.
“I’m just going to stop for a second. Give you a chance to get used to it.”
His eyes meet mine.
This summer has been the best season of my life. I thought I loved him before, but now I’m in love with him and it’s the best feeling in the world.
He kisses me, soft and sweet as he starts to thrust slowly.
“I’m not sure I’ll last long this first time.”
“We’d better get lots of practice, then.” I smile, and he chuckles, the vibration shooting through my body.
“That works for me.”
I do my best to keep my breathing steady, but the pinch that happened when he first started moving inside me subsides and my eyelids flutter as I fight to keep my eyes open.
“Patrick,” I whisper.
He trails kisses down my neck until he reaches my breasts, sucking lightly on one nipple.
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” he says. “All mine.”
