He lays me back, resting on his pillows —he was taking over all of my senses and I’m wild for it all—I barely register the sound of foil ripping but I couldn’t stop myself from watching him roll the rubber down his length.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
He is magnificent. So hard, his cock slaps against his stomach once he releases it, fully covered in protection. Saliva pools in my mouth, I want to taste him but it wasn’t time for that. Later.. “Careful pretty girl, you’re going to give me a complex.” He moves slowly up my body and I have to fist the sheets to stop myself from pulling him into me.
Finally, his hips settle between my thighs and I eagerly open up for him. On his haunches, he positions his head against my center but he doesn’t push in. My brow furrows as I scan his face. “Patrick, please. I want you.” I see relief wash over him at my words, a shudder rolls through him before it seems like his control snaps.
I’m so wet for him, he slides in easily. I can’t hold back the curses at the feeling of my body stretching to accommodate him. Fuck. I’m so full of him and he’s right there. “Fuck, Elle.” He looks like he’s in pain and I can’t stop the fear that I’m doing something wrong. “How do you feel this good?” It comes outthrough gritted teeth, I’m unsure if I should answer but then he starts to move his hips and all thoughts leave my mind.
It’s slow and delicious and I can’t breathe.
“So tight. So perfect. I’m going to get addicted to this pussy.” His arm slips under one of my legs and he’s able to get that much deeper. How the fuck is this possible? “You’re taking me so well, baby. Shit, I’ll never get over seeing you like this.” I’m overwhelmed. I can feel another orgasm building low in my stomach but it’s just out of reach and I don’t know how to make this better for him.
“Look at me, baby.” When did I close my eyes?
I meet his gaze and get lost in his green eyes. I take in his face, sweat is starting to bead at his temple, turning his chocolate curls dark. It’s so sexy, I feel my core spasm. It’s all too much and at the same time not nearly enough.
His hips slam into me, the sounds of our bodies echoing through the room. He drops my leg and grinds his hips into me, the base of his dick rubbing against my clit. I need to touch him, I need to make him feel as good as he’s making me feel.
My hands tangle into his beautiful curls and I pull his face to mine. I stake claim on his mouth, using my tongue to fuck his mouth like he’s fucking my pussy.
“I’m close, baby, but I need you to come again. Need. You. To. Take. It. All.” His mouth stays connected to mine as he punctuates each word with a thrust. It’s the sound of his losing control that sends me over again.
Fireworks in my blood, I’m pretty sure I scream but I’m so lost to the pleasure rolling through me, I don’t give a fuck. As my eyes roll from the back of my head, Patrick’s thrusts stutter and I feel his dick swell and jump inside of me.
“Elle.” It comes out like a prayer before Patrick collapses on top of me. “I’ll move in a second, I just need to hold you.” His promise comes out muffled as he snuggles his face into the curveof my neck but I don’t mind. My bones are jelly and having him on top of me is better than any blanket I’ve ever owned but I know sooner rather than later is ideal for the condom.
“Just for a minute, then.” I smile and run my fingers up and down his back. I could stay like this all night, in the arms of this ball of sunshine with a magic dick and the dirtiest mouth I could imagine.
Fuck.
He was right. It was going to be way too easy to get addicted to how he made me feel.
Chapter Fifty
ELLE
Patrick kept us in his bed for a few hours before declaring we needed to eat. “Need to keep our bodies fueled up.” He tells me with his lips pressed against mine. He hasn’t stopped touching me in some way since I found him in our office earlier today. While I had always thought I didn’t like physical affection, I had no complaints when Patrick’s hands were on my body.
We laid naked in his bed while he ordered food for us and we didn’t move until there was a knock on his front door signaling the food had arrived. “Shoot.” Patrick jumped up, giving me the perfect view of his bubble butt before he pulled on some sweatpants, making his way to the door. There was a slight bounce in his step and I couldn’t keep the small smile that pulls at my lips.
He’s so fucking cute.
I could hear his voice as he thanked the delivery person. I close my eyes and try to keep this calm that had settled in my veins since I talked to my mother. I knew soon we would need to return to reality—I was going to have so much fucking work to catch up on—but for tonight, I was excited to spend this time with my boyfriend. I was feeling so magnanimous from all theorgasms he gave me, I was even considering letting him pick what we watched tonight.
When I finally pull myself out of bed, I look at the mess that is our clothes. I needed to be comfortable for the night and that meant no bra and I think, no skirt. I always wore bike shorts under my skirts to save myself from chub rub, so, I would make due with my shorts and t-shirt. Just like I had during our night in the office. All articles of clothing on, I did the quick boob tuck with my shirt so my boob skin wasn’t rubbing against the skin of the rest of my body.
The door clicks shut and I know it’s safe to come out. I don’t mind Patrick seeing me so dressed down—he had spent literal hours worshipping my body—but I didn’t want to scare the poor delivery driver.
“Smells good.” Following my nose, I find Patrick unloading the bag of food that would feed us and 5 more people. “Did you order the whole restaurant?” A giggle escaped me when Patrick looked at me, his ears turning the cutest shade of pink and his mouth forming an almost perfect ‘o’.
“Do that again.” Patrick’s long legs eat up the distance between us. I’m in his arms before his words register. Fuck, he smelled so good and he was so hot. Figuratively and literally. “Do what?” I mumble against his chest.
He kisses my temple, rubbing his cheek against the side of my face. It was like he was trying to burrow into my skin.
“Laugh. I need to hear that again to prove I didn’t have a small stroke.”
“You’re so fucking weird.”
