I gasp when the lace from my hips is tugged all the way to my ankles. I’m still unsteady in my heels, so he holds the back of my thigh as he helps me step out of my panties. Holding the tiny piece of soaked lace in his hand, he smirks up at me.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.” I gasp as he places a kiss an inch above the wetness and shoves my pair of ruined underwear in his pocket. “I’m going to taste your soaked, little pussy now, okay?”
“P-please—” I start to crumble when he kisses my warmth. His tongue slips in, spreading me, and he pulls one of my thighs over his shoulder for a better angle. His hands are firm on my body to stop me from falling over, but I still hold onto him for balance. When his lips wrap around my clit, I feel my knees giving out, and when he sucks lightly, little black spots flicker in my vision. “Oh my god, Patrick.”
Without giving me a second to process, he moves back up my body to kiss me. He forces his tongue in to tease mine, and I whimper for more as he gives me a taste of myself. It’s erotic and filthy, and I can’t get enough.
“Do you like how you taste, Ellie baby?” His lips are so close that I can feel his smile on my mouth. “You taste like a fucking dream to me. Better than I could’ve imagined."
Not being able to take it any longer, I wrap my arms around his neck to keep myself steady and look up at him. His hair is messy, and a slight sheen of my wetness covers his chin. I plead, “Please, fuck me. I want you inside of me so bad. I need it.”
To my detriment, he does nothing but stare at me with that same devilish look, so I decide to take matters into my own hands. Button by button, I start to remove Patrick’s shirt, but he grabs my wrists, restraining them against his chest.
He brings my hands up to his mouth and places chaste kisses across my knuckles. “I’ll make you a deal, El. I’ll fuck you, but not until I've made you come at least once.”
“Ugh, fine, but—” A startled screech comes out of me as Patrick lifts me up and walks me to the edge of the bed. He kisses me while pushing me down, causing me to lay flat on my back.
“Relax, El. I’m going to make you feelsogood.” Patrick slides himself to his knees, pulling my thighs over his shoulders. He doesn’t hesitate to pick up where he left off, sucking on my clit and making me jerk. I grab a handful of the bedsheets, trying to ground myself in something physical, but I almost explode when he slips a finger inside me. He moves his finger at a devastatingly slow pace. “You’re so tight, El. How are you going to be able to take my cock?”
My cheeks burn with every word he speaks. Patrick is the last person I expected to talk to me like this, but it turns me on so much. He adds another finger and curls them to hit that spot while his tongue swirls over my clit. My body jerks and thrashes, causing him to tighten his grip on my legs. As if he can sensehow close I am, he mumbles against me, “You’re doing so good, baby.”
I can’t stop it the deep sensation inside of me that's making me twitch. “Patrick, I’m going to—”
I’m about ready to burst when Patrick slows his movements, and my orgasm comes to a crashing halt.
“No, no, no, no, no.” I whine out, not caring about how I sound.
He raises an eyebrow at me, and I groan in frustration.
“You’re way too easy to tease, baby.” He continues to drive his fingers into me just forcefully enough to leave me needing more and kisses the inside of my thigh. His whisper is barely loud enough to hit my ears. “You have such a pretty pussy, you know?”
“D-don’t fucking do that again-n.” I threaten with all of the seriousness I can muster, but it gets lost when Patrick hovers over my warmth.
His breath is on me, and I know he is doing this just to torture me. "So, I take it you're not into orgasm denial?"
"F-fuck, no."
I throw my head back when I finally feel his tongue flick over my clit again. Like he never even stopped, he picks up the pace, fucking me hard with his fingers, and it is devastating. It only takes one measly minute to drive me over the edge. My body convulses, and pleasure flows through every inch of me.
Patrick doesn’t take his mouth away until I stop shaking, and even then, he still takes his time. He sucks and kisses and licks his way up my body, and through the small actions I can hear him mumbling affirmations into my skin.
The only one I can actually hear is the faintestyou are so perfect, and I blush profusely.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I look down at him, and when he realizes I’m watching, he moves up to my face and kisses me like he is dying of thirst and my kiss is water.
“You taste so sweet, El. I could do that forever.”His voice is low and dirty as he presses his lips against my neck. “Your cute, little noises were driving me absolutely crazy, but I made you a deal.”
He moves down to kiss my breasts and sloppily takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking, biting, teasing. When he comes back up to kiss me, his voice is firm, but sensual. “I’m going to go to my bag and grab a condom, and when I—”
I cut him off. “W-wait, why do you have condoms in your bag?”
The words come out of my mouth sounding more neurotic than I planned, but the little voice in my head needs the answer.
“You can thank Wes for that.” He kneels on the mattress to take his shirt off, but his eyes don’t leave mine. “The last time we were on vacation, he slipped a few into my bag claiming ‘no glove, no love’. I haven’t had the need to use them until now, but I’m feeling very grateful that I never took them out.”
“Oh.”
He places a reassuring kiss on my forehead. “Now like I was saying, I need to grab a condom, but when I get back, you’re going to be a good girl and be ready for me on all fours.”
