Chapter 49
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.
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 out through 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 curve of 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.