His fingers continue their ministrations, dipping down to find the wetness at my entrance. “That’s it, baby. Now, spread your legs wider.”
I do as he says, lacing my fingers through his hair, feeling his mouth ravish mine. My core tightens, begging to be filled as my desire coils tighter.
God, what are we doing?
Yet, I don’t want him to stop.
Patton dips the tip of one finger into my entrance, and with just that slight pressure, I go from simmering to high heat. It’s been like this ever since I got pregnant, my hormones rampant and my body ready to ignite with the slightest touch.
I bow against the ultrasound table, trembling and hungry for more. “Oh, God. Patton . . .”
Patton makes a satisfied growl deep in his chest, telling me how much he loves when I gasp out his name. His large hand cups my entire pussy, covering it with his palm like he’s rewarding me.
“God, this pussy is so soft,” he murmurs against my throat. “So wet and ready for me.”
His fingers roll slow, torturous circles over me like we’re not on a time limit, like there isn’t a doctor outside, probably wondering when we’ll push the call button for her.
Finally, a finger slips inside, gliding in deep and slick. It’s slightly wetter than usual, a subtle reminder of the ultrasound gel I never wiped off. A gasp escapes my lips as my walls clench around him, and I lose myself to the moment and his adept touch.
Gone is the worry about anyone outside; gone are the fears about the present or the future. Because right now, all I want is for him to make me forget my own name.
I swivel my hips, urging his finger in and out.
“More,” I beg. “I need more, Patton.”
He takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking it through the gown’s fabric, and I groan. God, he’s always been so good at giving my body the kind of attention it needs. He gently bites and tugs, and my hips grind against his hand.
He licks and flicks my nipple, now visible through the wet fabric, making me arch again when he blows on it, making it feel cold against my skin. “Want me to add another finger?”
“Yes. Maybe add two more.”
He laughs, kissing my collarbone. “Always so greedy for me.”
Pulling out the finger inside me, he pushes back in with one more, testing and teasing as I writhe against him.
“What do you think?” he asks, rocking his fingers in and out of me. “Can you really take another?”
I can barely think, my chest rising and falling, feeling like I’m about to explode. “If I can take your cock, I can take three of your fingers. Hell, just put me out of my misery and give me your dick.”
He chuckles, his shoulders shaking under my palms as he adds another digit. “I’m not getting inside you, baby; I just want you to get off. I’ll fuck you as many times as you want once we get home.”
Brushing kisses over my neck and jaw, he finger-fucks me while my eyelids flutter closed. My head tips back and my mouth falls open as the first flickers of euphoria crest inside me, rippling from my core like a broken dam. Every nerve ending sharpens as the need to culminate this delicious burn of pleasure takes over all my senses.
His bergamot and minty scent mixed with the scent of my own arousal, the sounds of our heavy breathing—Patton as turned-on as I am, even though I’m the one getting all the pleasure—along with the slick sounds of him pumping in and out, has me so revved-up, I’m sweating.
A part of me wants to prolong the moment, to edge myself from coming, even though we’ve been here way longer than any “private moment” should be. But I know I won’t be able to, not with his fingers thrusting inside me like it was what they were made to do. And then, I know I’m doomed in the best way when he curls them.
The tips of his fingers stroke my front walls, and I slam the back of my hand over my mouth to hold back my cry. I’m whimpering, shuddering, crumbling into pieces.
“That’s it, baby,” Patton coos. “Give me what I want.”
My hands fist his shirt as I pull his mouth to mine. My toes curl and my thighs tremble as my pussy contracts around his fingers. I rock my hips up as Patton continues to pump his fingers inside me until, just like that, I come undone.
Hovering over me, his mouth against mine, he swallows my scream as every muscle in my body constricts and loosens. I’m practically drowning in a flood of heat. My heart thumps against my chest, but what brings me even more satisfaction is feeling his heart beating just as hard against mine.
“Fuck, I love making you come,” Patton rasps, his fingers still working the last sparks of my orgasm until I’m completely spent.
Our kiss lingers, becoming sensual and tender, until I can finally take a satiated breath. “Good, because I never want you to stop.”
