“I wouldn’t want to hurt the baby.”
He’s joking.Right?
Exasperated by all this, I slide my hands down
his tattooed back until I arrive at his gluteus
muscles and it goes without saying that they are
disgustingly perfect.
Where is this guy hiding his defects?
I push them slowly towards me, begging him to
enter me, possibly right now.
“Erin,” he sighs, frustrated. “We don’t have to
be in such a hurry.”
“Yes we do!” I exclaim, exasperated. “My
hormones are going a million miles an hour, and I
haven’t had sex in a very long time, Patrick. I need
it right now.”
He smiles maliciously before saying “At your
service” and plunges his face between my thighs.
Oh God.
He looks at me for an instant before opening his
mouth and kissing me delicately on my inner
thigh. Then he slides his tongue into me and I grab
on tightly to the sheet and throw my head back.
Patrick plays with my most intimate parts with
his tongue, biting me to make me shake even
more, but he’s so delicate and careful that I’d like
to scream ‘stop going so slow’ because I’m not
made out of porcelain and am not so delicate, and
that I won’t break.
So I let go of the sheet and put one hand on the
back of his neck, pushing him to go deeper.
