Chapter 64
Chapter Sixty-Four
PATRICK
She wanted to see me.
She tried to stand on her injured ankle to get to me.
She kissed me.
I love her.
My grumpy goddess. She is my everything.
I can’t take my eyes off her, Mabel and Lola give their good-byes and I don’t even bother to wave.
Instead, I take in every part of her I can see.
She is breathtaking. Her rounded cheeks are red from our kiss, her lips so pillowy I could take a nap, those beautiful brown eyes. Utter perfection.
“I love you.” Elle’s eyes widen at my words, her jaw dropping in surprise, the flush on her cheeks blooming and traveling down her chest. Her hand raises and I prepare myself to rest my cheek against her soft hands again.
“Ow!” I jump back, Elle is slapping my arms and chest. “I can’t believe you!
” I’m so confused. “I wanted to say it first! You asshole!” She slaps me with each word.
It takes a moment for her words to sink into my brain as I try to defend myself.
I pounce at her, she lets out a small squeak of surprise, and wrap my arms around her.
I nuzzle into her neck, kissing her pulse point. I want to mark her skin for everyone to see. She loves me too, even if I stole her thunder. “I’m sorry sweetheart. Will you forgive me?” I speak into her neck. I’d rather die than let her go.
Elle grumbles but her arms snake across my back.
“I guess. It would be really fucking inconvenient to hold a grudge against the man I love.” I hold her tighter and chuckle.
“I would never want you to feel inconvenienced, sweetheart.” Elle’s hands travel up my back, nails scraping my neck before threading through my hair.
She pulls on my curls, the slight sting of pain a welcome reminder that she owns every part of me.
“Are you really okay, Elle?’ I want—no, need—to know she isn’t seriously hurt.
I pepper kisses against her neck as I wait for her answer.
She lets go of my hair, her hands dropping to my face and she pulls me away from her.
I hate it. I want to be wrapped around her, wrapped inside of her and she’s taking her warmth away from me.
“I’m really okay. If you’re not angry with me, I’ve never been more fucking okay.” I could never be angry at her. My grumpy goddess. “I could never be mad at you, baby. Can I prove it to you? Can I show you how absolutely not mad I am right now?” The blush is back and she bites her lip.
That lip.
I drag my finger against her lip and pull it from between her teeth. “Please.” Warm breath spills over my thumb and all the blood in my body rushes to my cock. I take a deep breath to avoid passing out before leaning in and claiming her mouth.
God, I’ve missed the taste of her. She opens her mouth to me and I don’t waste any time, diving in and using my tongue to give her a preview of how well I’m going to worship the rest of her body.
Elle moans into my mouth, fisting my shirt, trying to pull it off of me but I’m reluctant to separate from her for even a moment.
My girl growls and I can’t help the smile as I relent and pull back from her, but only for the moment it takes to whip my shirt off and across the room.
She’s back in my arms and her hard nipples—she wasn’t wearing a bra? ---rub against my chest.
“I need you, baby, but I don’t want to hurt you.” I can’t stop myself from grinding my length against her core, we both still have our pants on but the friction is still enough to make us moan.
“Just be careful with my ankle, I know you’d never hurt me.
” This woman. Her words hit me right in the chest, I lean back and take a moment to catch my breath.
Elle, ever the impatient, takes my breath away before I get the chance to catch it when she takes her own shirt off.
“Baby.” I groan, fighting for my life. I do a quick sweep of her positioning, she’s open up for me but it can’t be comfortable.
Elle’s hand moves up to cup her breasts and she lets out a little gasp as she starts to tease her nipples.
“Let’s get these off of you before we both go crazy, baby.
” My hands tug down on the waistband of her pants and panties.
It’s a little awkward trying to make sure she doesn’t put too much pressure on her ankle but soon enough she’s gloriously naked in front of me now.
Her foot is off the pillow now, legs still spread wide for me and I see how wet she is.
“This perfect pussy’s weeping for me, baby.” I reach out and run a finger through her slit, circling her clit before bringing my fingers back and tasting my girl.
“Don’t tease me, Patrick." She’s trying so hard to sound grumpy but I know how much my girl likes it when I taste her.
My tongue darts out to get the last of her flavor on my bottom lip before I grab the calf of her injured ankle and rest it on my shoulder.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, baby.” Once she’s adjusted to this new position, I feast.
It’s like I’m a man possessed as I take my grumpy goddess in my mouth.
Months of learning her body, discovering what she likes, what drives her wild, what she loves.
I let my mouth focus on her hard little pearl and slip two fingers into my girl, teasing and stretching her.
She’s so tight and already, I can feel her walls fluttering.
Elle’s arousal paints my face as she comes but I don’t stop worshiping until she grabs a handful of my hair and shoves my head away.
I press my hand against my cock. I’m so hard it hurts, the pressure gives momentary relief before I remember that I did not come prepared for her to let me get this far with her being hurt.
“I don’t have any condoms, baby” Elle’s shaking her head before I can get the words out.
“I want to feel all of you, I love you and I need you.” She’s trying to kill me.
I’m frozen, I’ve never fucked without a condom but I’ve also never loved anyone like Elle.
My girl doesn’t give me the chance to second guess anything.
With her leg still resting on my shoulder, she bends forward and flips the button of my jeans and shimmies them down my legs until my dick is released.
Her soft hand encircles me and I hiss. She gives me two quick pumps before leading me to her hot center. My tip teases her entrance and I swear, I black out from how good that minuscule contact feels. “I love you, Elle.” I press my lips against her as I push into her, she feels like home.
“Fuck, Patrick, did you get bigger?” I can’t help the slight puff of my chest as Elle moans. I give her a moment to get used to the feel of nothing between us. Hell, I need a moment to calm down. I can’t be a less than two pump chump the first time I get all of Elle.
I feel a quick breeze before a sharp pain on my hip. I reactively push farther into Elle, “Did you just try to spank me?”
“I did and if you don’t start moving, I’ll turn that bubble butt so red you won’t be able to sit for a week.
” Elle’s trying to hide a smile by biting her lip.
Why was that threat so hot? No, not the time to consider if I’m into Elle spanking me.
My cock twitches inside and Elle lets out a little gasp.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to take care of you.
” I start to move, pulling out and thrusting back in.
“You’re gripping me so tight, Elle. Fucking milking my cock” I grit out.
With each thrust, she clenches around me.
I’m losing my mind but I refuse to come before Elle.
Boosting myself on one arm, I trace the seam of Elle’s lips and like the good girl she is, she opens for me.
Taking my pointer finger into her mouth she nips me before trailing her tongue around my digit.
I pull my finger out of her mouth with a pop. I use the wet finger to press on her clit, never stomping the movement of my hips. “I love you, baby.” I whisper against her lips before claiming her mouth again.
Too soon, Elle’s coming. I want to be this connected to her for the rest of my life. Her spasming brings me over the edge and I bury my face into her neck as I come inside of my girl. Elle’s arms wrap around me and we stay like that for a few minutes, just existing in each other.
When my dick softens, I feel our combined release start to spill out. I rush to the bathroom and grab a wash cloth, run it under warm water and walk back to Elle. I know she’d kill me if we made a mess of her couch. She laughs as I clean her up.
“Let's get you into bed, sweetheart.”
We go through the motions of getting Elle to her bedroom and both of us re-dressed.
“Will you stay?” There’s a vulnerability to Elle’s question that makes my heart squeeze.
“Of course, sweetheart.” I cup her cheeks and give her a quick peck on the lips.
Try getting rid of me. I pull the covers back and make sure Elle is comfortable before rounding the bed and climbing in.
Elle turns on her side and wraps her soft body around mine.
She lays her injured ankle on my shin and rests her head on the area where my shoulder morphs into my chest.
Being with Elle is more than I could ever have expected, I never thought I would be able to love again after I lost my parents but here I am, cuddled up with the woman I’m going to marry.
I let that thought pull my face into a smile as I drift to sleep, knowing this is exactly the place I’m supposed to be.