I ran my tongue along the length of her and played with the bundle of nerves; her movements became untamed, like a wild horse needing to be set free.
She tasted sweet and tangy, like lazy Sunday mornings and wild Friday nights, but most of all, my girl tasted like forever. Her unhinged movements and moans of ecstasy fueled me on,a fire igniting with every swipe, lick, and exploration of my tongue.
Patience’s hands flew back to my head, holding me against her as her hips thrust upward and her thighs clenched the sides of my head. All I could think in that moment, as I took her straight over the edge, was,If I suffocate, it would be a damn fine way to go.
I stayed with her until her movements slowed and her screams—thank God Griffin slept like the dead because I didn’t know my girl was going to be so vocal—diminished. Her body went lax, and her hands fell to the mattress.
Moving, I hovered over her once again. For a second, I worried that maybe she wasn’t okay. She was so quiet. “Baby, did I hurt you?”
Her heavily lidded eyes opened fully, and her gaze met mine, but it took her a minute to answer, causing worry to set in. “That was…” She sighed. “I can’t even find the words. I’m okay; I just never thought anything could feel that good.”
A slow smile spread across my face, and before I knew it, I was grinning like a fool. “I can make you feel even better if you’re still up for it?”
“I am. But…”
My brows furrowed with a small frown. Was she really okay? Were there second thoughts about us being together running through her mind?
Patience pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
What isn’t she telling me?
“I want to taste you too,” she whispered. “That was a first for me, and I want to be the first for you too.” She sighed. “I shouldn’t assume it would be your first.”
My heart jackhammered, and I was as hard as a steel rod. “Baby, as fucking amazing as that sounds, I wouldn’t last one second if those pretty lips latched onto my cock. And for the record, everything with you will be a first for me.”
Her pleased grin was so big that the power of it lit me up inside and made me want to do anything to keep her happy. Moving one hand down between our bodies, I toyed with her drenched sex before dipping a finger inside her warmth.
A moan of pleasure slipped from her lungs, and I added a second digit, slowly working her into a frenzy. She wasn’t the only one on the brink, though.
“God, I need to be inside you,” I growled.
She was nodding her head in agreement. “I-I want that too,” she panted.
Pulling my fingers free, I dropped to my knees and grabbed the box beside us, ripping the top open with urgency. After snagging a foil package from inside, I tore it open and rolled the condom over my aching dick.
Dropping back down over her, I wrapped my hand around my girth and nudged my cock against her entrance. “Tell me if I hurt you at all.” That was the last thing I wanted to do.
“M’kay,” she said lazily, but her actions were anything but lazy as she wrapped one of her legs around the back of my upper thigh and pressed down while pushing her hips forward, causing the tip of my erection to slip into her.
The sexy, victorious smile she flashed me was something else. Giving her a look of my own, I pressed slowly into her tight, hot channel, closing my eyes as the sensation of being insidemy wifewashed over me, around me, and consumed me.
“Holy shit! You feel so damn good.”
Her walls wrapped around me like a glove, squeezed me like a vise, and sucked me deep into her body. Trying to move slowly to let her adjust to me was torture, but I managed until I was so far gone, I didn’t know where she began, and I ended.
Dropping my head, I latched my mouth onto one of her taut nipples as I worked myself gently in and out of her. Thesounds she made, along with our bodies lightly slapping together, had my balls drawing up tight, and I willed myself to hang on until I coaxed another orgasm from her sinful body.
Our chemistry was off the charts; we were completely in sync as we moved together with pure precision, and I glided in and out of her body. Our breathing quickened, and I knew neither of us would last long as my orgasm began to build.
But there was always the next round.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
PATIENCE
Now that’s a work of art.
Jett’s body was what girls dreamed about, what every leading man in a movie wished he had to display on the big screen, and what authors used to describe the perfect male character in their books.
