arching around my back and I offer myself to him.
He takes off my leggings and my underpants.
He throws them to the floor before unbuttoning his
jeans and freeing himself of them and becoming
completely naked.
Oh my God, he doesn’t even wear boxers. My
body blocks up at the sight of his erection.
And … okay. It’s enormous.
Hormones.Right?
He laughs again and oh my God, please, never
let this stop because it’s perfect.
And he’s completely mine.
He comes closer to me and our bodies brush up
against each other for the first time and it’s almost
enough to make me faint.
I’m in really big trouble.
He lightly rubs my belly before resting the
lightest butterfly kiss there, causing such a fit in
my chest that I have to close my eyes.
“You know,” he says, “we could just not—”
“Patrick,” I interrupt him.
We’re not even going to consider that option.
“I could also make you come like this,” he says,
rubbing me so lightly between the legs and I let
out a scream. “Or with my mouth,” he adds, while
I’m so excited I could seriously have an orgasm on
the spot if he said another word like that.
What’s the rest of this going to be like?
“I want to make love with you,” I tell him quite
seriously. “Now.”
