I agree wholeheartedly and am more than ready to strip us both down. Gripping her hips, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh. The thought that I might leave a mark on her with my grip makes me pause but the need to make sure my grip is strong and as I stand overrules everything.
“Tell me I can take you to bed, sweetheart.” My question comes as I drag my mouth down her neck. Elle lets out a little squeak as I stand fully erect and I have to hold myself back from pressing her against one of my walls and taking her hard and fast like my dick is begging me to.
“Please.” It comes out in a purr and I almost start running, desperate for her at this point. I send a silent thank you to the beings that may be that I’ve been living here long enough I can still take us to my bedroom with my attention elsewhere —I can’t keep my mouth off of Elle.
Once my knees hit the edge of my bed, I release my grip on Elle, she lets out an indignant huff as she bounces. She’s so cute, I can’t stop the smile that spreads. For a moment, all the lust stops momentarily, replaced with a sense of rightness.
This feeling has been missing from my life for over ten years but looking at this woman in front of me, I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
“Before we go any further, we need to talk about birth control. It’s been awhile and I’m clean. There hasn’t been anyone for awhile but I got tested before I moved here. I have condoms.” I offer and I can feel my ears turning pink at the thought of taking Elle bare. Filling her up and watching her grow, carrying my child. Being forever connected to her.
“I’m clean, too. Obviously.” We both make amused noises at that. “But I’m not on anything, so if it doesn’t bother you, I’d like to use condoms.” What the hell? If it was okay with me? I bend my knees so we are level with each other, cradle her face between my hands and make sure she’s focused on me when Isay this. “Sweetheart, anything you need to feel comfortable. It doesn’t matter if I want to or not. This is only happening how you want. Your comfort and enjoyment is uncompromisable. Understand?” I pull her into a kiss as she mumbles her agreement. Grumpy Elle is my favorite but agreeable Elle is coming in a close second. “Good girl.” Slipping my hands up Elle’s skirt, I pull her shorts off in a one quick tug before I gently push her back so she’s more centered on my bed.
Soon, her skirt is hiked up to her waist and my fingers sliding into the hem of her shorts and panties, teasing her with light kisses up one leg and down the other.
“Love having my mouth on these sweet thighs. You taste so good and I haven’t even made it to the best part.” A shudder runs down her body and I pull my body up, angling myself so I can rest comfortably at her center.
A small wet circle is spreading on her panties and I have to press my erection against the side of my bed for relief as I start to slowly peel the fabric away from her warmth. “Such a pretty little pussy.”
I press a kiss to her mound before moving lower, dragging my tongue over her lips. Not enough to fully part her but just enough to tease, to make her feel as desperate for me and I am for her.
Chapter Forty-Nine
ELLE
I’m losing my damn mind. And I’m loving every fucking second of it.
The way he’s treating my body was nothing like when we had been in our office. That was weeks worth of tension exploding into unchecked passion. This was so much more. It felt like coming home after a wonderful but long vacation, finally sinking into your own bed after too many nights away.
A contented sigh escapes me as Patrick finally parts my lips and licks me from center to clit. His tongue stiff as he circles my clit, sucking on it until it’s almost too much before soothing it with more circling. The rhythm of his touch is driving me insane and soon, I stop trying to analyze each of his movements and just give in to feeling.
His damn mouth.
A finger slowly, too fucking slowly, teases my entrance and my blood starts to boil. “Shit.” I groan when he bends his finger slightly, hitting a new spot or angle or I don’t know what the fuck but it made my legs tremble and the slow fire that was building inside me becomes a full inferno. Fist fulls of his hair were the only thing keeping me from floating into space.
“That’s right, sweetheart, you taste so good. I could stay down here all night, eating this perfect pussy.” The words came between softer swipes of his tongue, letting me come down from my second orgasm of the night with just the right amount of gentle touches.
“Please, I need you.” I don’t recognize my own voice, basically a whine at this point. I’ve never begged for anything in my life but I would do almost anything to keep Patrick’s body near mine at this moment.
I was a needy bitch and the only cure was his cock.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” My heart stuttered at the promise in his voice. My eyes flutter shut, I try to take centering breaths but there is no slowing down the need flowing through my body.
“Elle, you look so good right now but I need you to take the rest of your clothes off.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand and it makes my core clench.
Down girl.
I’d never undressed so fast in my life. My skirt was already hiked up to my waist, I pulled it up, grabbing the hem of my shirt and throwing both pieces across the room. I won’t be needing them for a while.
Shame starts to wriggle into my brain as I sit there in just my bra, my body’s rolls fully on display. Patrick had stepped away to shuck his shirt and shorts off but I can’t look at him as he prowls back to me.
I startle, his warm hands sliding up my legs. “Sweetheart. You are a work of art.” His praise came out in a rasp and I felt myself preen under his words. I don’t know how he always knows what to say but these sweet words mixed with the filth when he’s touching my body, it’s the perfect combination to keep me out of my head.
Goosebumps follow his hands as they slide up and down my legs, squeezing my hips before finding their destination cupping my breasts. “One day, when you’re comfortable, I’m going to fuck these perfect tits.”
What the fuck. Why did I want that more than my next breath?
Our mouths find each other again and while I’m distracted, Patrick’s fingers make quick work of the clasps of my bra and I’m completely nude but it doesn’t matter because Patrick’s mouth is traveling down my body, searing my skin with hot kisses.
