“What did you think of doing? Where did you think of touching me?” River wanted to know everything— wanted tofeeleverything.
Patrick pulled back just enough to stare into her eyes. “Do you want me to tell you or show you?” He lifted his brows in question. A challenge?
“Show me.”
Pat groaned. River leaned close, whispering against his lips, “Then I’ll show you what I’ve been wanting to do to you.”
“Oh, fuck. Yes, show me.”
River felt close to orgasming from his words alone. Then Pat kissed her. If a person were to imagine the opposite of soft and subtle, slow and gentle, sighs and romance—thatwould describe their kiss.
Patrick lifted her off the counter, one hand cradling her ass, the other hand braced the back of her neck. It was hard and blatant, fast and rough, moans and thrusts. His long, strong fingers were digging into her ass cheeks, skating close to her slit.
“Bed,” Patrick spoke into her mouth.
“Your... room. Rowan... mine,” River stuttered out between Patrick’s tongue stroking in and out of her mouth. Reaching between their bodies, she boldly fisted his sex. She felt the dampness of precum against her palm. God, she wanted to feel that part of him... taste. Her fingers slid beneath the boxer’s waistband.
“Oh, God, Patrick,” River moaned. Patrick thrust his hips slowly, using her hand like he would his own. Swiping her thumb over the head, she carefully pulled her hand from his briefs and made sure she had his attention before she sucked the drop of cum off her digit.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, River,” he warned. Patrick grasped her waist, pulled her up his body, and wrapped her legs around him. River circled her arms around his neck and held on as Pat strode out of the kitchen, ran up the stairs, entered his room, and slammed the door shut with his foot before dropping her on his bed.
* * *
River was in his bed.Jesus, God, he’d dreamed her here so many times it didn’t seem real. His lungs were pumping, swelling his body with uncomfortable pressure. Her hair was splayed across the white sheets— her body so small, so delicate, so beautiful, so his.
Pressing his legs against the side of the bed, he leaned over River. If there was a more perfect woman, Patrick would not believe it. She was looking at him with her cat eyes, slightly tipped up at the corners, and lips slightly parted, slick from tangling with his mouth. He groaned, fighting for control. Patrick pulled her giant shirt over her head. Her tits were... he might explode.
Patrick leaned down and sucked one nipple and then the other into his mouth— fuck, like candy. “Baby, want to suck and lick every inch of your body.” Her only response was to bow her back, pressing her chest more firmly to his mouth.
“Don’t stop, Pat,” River begged.
“I’ve got to leave these for now, sweetheart,” He gave a parting lick to each puckered nipple. “There are so many places I want my mouth, but your deepest heat tops the list.” Pat heard River’s soft yes as he pulled her panties down her hips. He took a moment to take in the exquisite body of River Byrne before hooking her legs over his shoulders.
She was bare and slick and so close to his face his body shook with desire. Patrick never dreamed this would happen between them— forgot all the reasons why he ever thought it was a bad idea, only frantic to try everything he’d ever fantasized about doing to her.
River was squirming and panting, clearly desperate for him too. “Is this what you want, baby?” he asked once her eyes met his. Patrick let his hot breath fan over her center.
“God, Pat, yes,” River moaned.
Patrick swiped his tongue across the length of her seam, flicking her clit before sucking the bud into his mouth. “You taste delicious.” As Patrick drove his tongue into River’s core, her moans and cries were music. He loved music.
Patrick was relentless, driving into her again and again. When he added his finger, he almost came from how wet she was. He felt River stiffen, her thighs squeezing, her pelvis jerking.
“That’s it, River. Come for me, baby.” Muffling her scream against her own palm as she quaked and spasmed, Patrick gentled his strokes, letting River ride her climax as long as she could.
“You want to know how you taste on my tongue?” River had gone limp. Her legs dropped to the bed, her body still shuddering with aftershocks. Looking at River, like this, replete, in his bed, her taste on his tongue— he felt absolute satisfaction and absolute unease. He needed more. He needed everything. He needed River to a frightening degree.
Her eyes opened at his question. Surprising him— she always surprised him. River answered, “I would.” And then smiled, shifting into a better position to allow Patrick to cover her body with his. They looked at one another, wonder, and... things best left unthought.
He kissed her then, soft and gentle until River licked a circle around his lips. “Mmm, I do taste delicious. You’re welcome, Pat,” she laughed, poking his side.
“You naughty little shit,” Patrick chuckled before grasping her waist and rolling. Now River was lying on his chest. He grabbed her ass, pulling her tight against his erection and groaned at how goodthatfelt. River sat up, her full breasts swaying at the movement— mesmerizing. Their hot and aching centers aligned.
He wanted to tear off his underwear, but River needed to be the one to decide how far they went. River started to crawl backward toward his feet, her wet center grazing his legs. “Jesus, babe,” Patrick’s groan was cut off when she grabbed his briefs and started sliding them down his legs. His erection sprang free— that movement alone almost had him coming.
“River? We don’t have to do anything else.”Thathad to be the hardest thing he’d ever uttered.
“And waste all of Raven’s detailed instructions? Surely you jest, Pat,” she laughed while throwing his underwear to the floor.
