Chapter Eight
Holly
I don’t know what it is about this kiss that feels different from the others we’ve shared, but there’s something so much more genuine and open about it. Without any secrets between us, it’s like the two of us can conquer the world together. The kiss we’re sharing is the start to the rest of our lives.
Patrick runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, and I can’t help but open up to him to let him explore. Our hands are still clasped together between us, and I use my free hand to grab onto his bicep to anchor myself. When my fingers dig into the muscle, he growls and tries to get even closer.
As we make out, I attempt to crawl into his lap. I need more from him, and I don’t even know exactly what it is. Patrick chuckles against my lips and pulls back to look at me, his pupils so blown that they eat the green of his iris.
“How do you feel about moving this to your bedroom?”
“Yes,” I say immediately, moving to get to my feet. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
This makes him laugh, and he lets go of me, standing before I’m completely upright. He scoops me up into his arms. I gasp at the sudden lack of solid ground beneath me, clinging to him even though I can tell he’s strong enough not to drop me.
“Now, if you’ll let me know where to go,” he murmurs in my ear.
“There are two doors over there,” I say, tilting my head back to indicate the direction. “The one on the right is my bedroom.”
“Perfect,” he says as he steps around my couch and heads toward my bedroom.
With one hand, he opens the door and steps through. Once inside, he flips the light switch on with his elbow, bathing the room in a golden glow. He crosses the room in a few steps before gently placing me on the mattress. Then, he takes a step back and sweeps his gaze over my body sprawled out against the sheets.
“What?” I ask, a little self-conscious under his gaze.
“Nothing,” he says as he continues staring at me. “You’re so gorgeous. I can’t believe I get to have you.”
“I feel the same way,” I admit, my chest heaving as the weight of his eyes makes me hot all over. “Will you kiss me again?”
“Oh of course,” he replies, leaning over me and pressing his lips against mine. Then, he pulls away and says, “What do you say we get out of our clothes?”
“Please,” I reply, sitting up and reaching for the hem of my shirt.
Patrick grabs my wrists before I can get very far and takes over, carefully bringing the garment over my head. He inhales sharply when he sees my bare breasts, and I don’t have any time to feel embarrassed before he’s hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my pajama pants. Quickly, he yanks them from my body, taking my panties along with them.
“Wow,” he breathes when I’m completely naked in front of him. “Even more beautiful without your clothes on.”
“You next,” I say, feeling overexposed lying here without clothes on when he’s still fully dressed.
He pulls his shirt off, but doesn’t remove anything else. Instead, he crawls onto the bed between my legs and starts kissing my inner thighs. I gasp, all coherent thought leaving my head at the sensation of his lips against my sensitive skin.
Slowly, he kisses his way closer to my center. By the time he gets close enough that I can feel his hot breath against my most sensitive parts, my legs are shaking. His fingertips dance across my hip bones, making everything way more intense. The sensations are indescribable, and after a second, they become divine.
Patrick slowly licks a stripe through my folds, his tongue lingering over my clit for a moment. Instinctually, my legs clamp around his head, and my fingers dig into the soft duvet cover. The touch was so fleeting that it was more teasing than anything else. I nearly open my mouth to ask him to do it again, but I don’t have to.
He dives back in, the muscle in his mouth poking into my opening gently. I moan, soft and strained, an incoherent plea for more. He heeds the request, apparently not needing coherent sentences to know what I need. It’s obvious that this is a skill that he’s honed over the years, and I find myself unspeakably jealous of the other women that have had his mouth on them before me.
He’s mine now though, and he makes that clear. The way he licks into me is possessive. He’s making his claim on me obvious through the movements of his mouth. I love it, unable to get enough of the way he’s seemingly worshiping me with his mouth.
A familiar pressure starts building low in my abdomen, spreading through my entire body. It’s like he’s already an expert when it comes to my body even though we’ve only had an encounter like this once before. I wonder what reactions that he’ll be able to pull from me after we have more experience together.
“Patrick!” I gasp urgently as my orgasm begins to sink its claws into me. “I’m–”
That’s all I can get out before my pleasure steals all of my words. I choke on air, moaning so loud I wonder if my neighbors might be able to hear me. That thought is swept away quickly as he continues swirling his tongue around my clit. Shockwaves from the bundle of nerves rock through my body, and the edges of my vision go black.
When I start hissing and backing away from his tongue, Patrick pulls away and smirks up at me, his lips shiny with a mix of my juices and his own saliva. Then, he said, “That was beautiful.”
“Come here and kiss me,” I whine, already missing his presence against my body.
He chuckles, moving up my body to connect our mouths. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I whimper into his mouth in response. The kiss doesn’t last very long before he’s pulling back and looking at me with an intense hunger.
“Would you like more?” he asks, voice low and whiskey-hot.
“Please,” I say immediately, knowing exactly what the more he’s referencing is.
He’s standing in a second, getting rid of the clothes on his lower half, revealing a thick, hard length. For some inexplicable reason, my mouth starts to water at the sight of it. I want to get my hands on his cock and give him some of the same pleasure that he’s given me.
Before those thoughts can progress any further, Patrick’s back on me, connecting our lips and settling himself between my thighs. I lose myself in the sensation of his mouth against mine. He overwhelms all my senses in the best way, and I don’t ever want this to stop.
While I’m distracted, he lines the tip up and slips inside me. The stretch is absolutely delicious. I’m fuller than I thought possible, and it’s everything that I’ve wanted since the two of us started this flirtation. Then, to make this even better, he starts to move, pulling himself out slowly before thrusting back in.
“How does it feel, baby?” he practically purrs in my ear.
“Incredible,” I respond, feeling outside of my body with ecstasy.
“You feel so good around me,” Patrick moans, continuing to piston his cock in and out of me. “You’re so wet and so tight. It’s like you were made for me.”
“I was,” I say, not caring if what I say doesn’t make any sense. “I’m yours.”
“That’s right.” He leans down to kiss my cheek, then my forehead. “You’re all mine. No one else's.”
I open my mouth to tell him that I wouldn’t have it any other way, but all of a sudden his angle changes and all the breath is stolen from my lungs. He chuckles darkly, pleased with the fact that he seems to have hit what he was looking for. As he focuses his efforts on that spot, there’s nothing I can do but wrap my arms around his torso and hold on.
Somehow, despite coming a few minutes ago, I can already feel the first signs of another orgasm approaching. “Patrick!”
“Love the way you say my name,” he says, sounding as lust-drunk as I feel. “It’s the best sound I’ve ever heard.”
He growls, dropping his head down. As sensitive as I am, the sound strikes a nerve in my very being and pushes me over that edge one last time. This one is even more intense than the first, the pleasure no doubt heightened by how sensitive how I am.
“Fuck,” Patrick moans, his thrusts getting wild as my pussy spasms around him.
It only takes a few more pistons of his hips before he groans loudly in my ear. Then, I’m presented with an entirely new sensation. His cock pulses inside of me and then I’m filled up even further with his seed. If there were any questions about who I belonged to before, there isn’t any doubt now.
After he catches his breath, he pulls out and tells me to wait where I am. Then, he disappears from my bedroom. A few seconds later he’s back with a towel. He wipes my legs clean before running it over himself. Then, he climbs back into bed with me.
“You know,” I murmur sleepily as he pulls me into his arms, “I think I might be falling in love with you.”
Patrick chuckles, though it’s not derisive. “That’s crazy, baby because I know I’m falling in love with you, too.”
I sigh happily and snuggle into him. For a few minutes, we’re quiet, enjoying each other’s warmth. Then, it’s interrupted by my stomach growling loudly.
“What do you say we get up and finish making the dinner you started before I interrupted?” he asks, amused.
“Yes,” I giggle. “I’d like that.”