At the back of the house, my room overlooked my hives out in the yard. It was my favorite view of the house.
Before I left, I’d cleaned up a bit and made the bed because I wasn’t sure what might happen tonight. I was being hopeful at the time, but now I was glad I did it.
Patrick sat on the edge of my bed and pulled me between his knees. His warm palms slid under my shirt and held me. "Can I take this off?"
"Yes, please." Take it all off.Stat.
He lifted my shirt slowly, his knuckles dragging against my sides. Once it was off, he tossed it aside and pressed a kiss to my stomach. Then another and another, working his way up my chest. “Mmm, you smell good, sweetheart.”
I shivered under his touch as my hands gripped his shoulders for balance.
"So beautiful." He continued to kiss up my skin until he was tickling my neck. "Been thinking about doing this all night."
I helped him out of his shirt too, even more eager to touch him now that I knew his secret. His chest was broad and solid, but what caught my attention were his nipples.
The source of the milk I loved so much.
Patrick stood up and gently lay me back on the bed before crawling over me. He slowly removed the rest of our clotheswhile kissing my exposed skin like he was seeing me for the first time.
In some ways, I guess he was.
When we were finally both naked, he hovered over me and seemed to look right through me.
"Tell me what you need." He nipped my jaw and licked my earlobe. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
"You." My voice came out breathy as I fingered his nipples. "Just you. Inside me."
He groaned and then kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine in a slow dance that made my toes curl. Patrick’s hand moved between us and wrapped around my cock. “I can make that happen.”
I gasped into his mouth as he began stroking me. My hips rolled up to meet his touch, and I reached for his cock as well.
"That's it, sweet boy." He grabbed a packet of lube that he must have removed from his pocket when I was distracted and tore it open. "Let me take care of you."
Everything about this was different from the bar. He moved slowly and deliberately, paying attention to every sound I made and every shift of my body. When Patrick finally pushed his lubed finger into me, I was already on the brink of orgasm.
“Yes, Daddy!” I tensed for just a moment when I realized what I’d said, but Patrick just moved deeper, so I relaxed and enjoyed it.
He opened me up with gentle patience. One finger turned to two, scissoring and stretching while he kissed me breathless. By thetime he was rolling on the condom, I was trembling with need. "Look at me, sweetheart." Patrick held himself over me as he lined himself up.
My eyes locked with his as he pushed inside my tight channel. He went slow. Soooo slow. Giving me time to adjust and breathe, but more importantly, to feel every inch of his thick shaft.
When he was fully seated with his balls touching my skin, he lowered his forehead against mine. "You doing okay?"
"Perfect." In every sense of the word. "You're perfect."
After a quick kiss, he started moving in long, deep strokes that made me curl up into him. His hands were everywhere, touching and caressing me like I was something precious. "So good," he murmured against my throat. "You feel so good for Daddy."
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper. “You do too.”
He groaned, and the sound went straight to my core.
We moved together in a rhythm that was unhurried and intimate. Every thrust sent pleasure rolling through me that built slow and deep rather than racing toward the finish line.
Patrick shifted his angle and hit that spot inside me that made me cry out in pleasure as my fingers dug into his shoulders. “Yes!”
"You like that, baby?" He pulled all the way out and shoved back in, nailing it again.
"Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop."
