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“Hey, at least I didn’t drool.”
“This is true.”
“Makes me nostalgic for my teenage years. Would you mind if I put up a few posters in here?” I asked with a teasing grin.
“That would be amazing, Norah.”
“Right?”
“Why don’t we stick them on the ceiling? I know I paid thousands to an interior designer, but a few pretty boy posters here and there is bound to add to the aesthetic.” He smacked me on the behind. “Smart-ass.”
“Ow.”
He chuckled and headed for the shower. “You coming?”
“Yes.”
Patrick’s en suite had a soaking tub and a generous-sized rainfall shower. A truly amazing invention. He stripped off his clothes, tossing them over a wooden chair in the corner. The man had the most amazing ass. All toned, with just the right amount of roundness. Made my hands get all grabby.
“What are you looking at?” he asked.
“You.”
He held out a hand and drew me underneath the warm water with him. Ah. So good on my back.
“Had you met the woman who was with Cole before?” I asked.
“No. She’s new.”
“The way he was watching her was . . . interesting.”
A grunt from him.
Without being asked, he started plucking hairpins out of my fancy do and placing them on the built-in bench running along one of the gray marble walls. Washing off my makeup took no less than three rounds with the foaming face-wash stuff. Next, he poured shampoo into his hand. Strong fingers massaged it into my scalp, washing all of the styling gunk out of my hair. I closed my eyelids and enjoyed it. What a day.
Soapy hands cupped my breasts, clever fingers tweaking my nipples, and hello.
“Cleanliness is next to godliness,” he said at my look.
“Sure.”
When I soaped up my own hands and reached for his hard-on, however, he lightly pushed me away. “No. Hop on the bench for me. Sit near the edge.”
“So bossy.”
The surface was cool beneath my bare wet butt. I pushed the collection of hairpins aside as he knelt before me. He spread my legs assertively and I gripped the edge. An awareness swept through me. My nipples hardened and my pussy ached. Though some of that had been happening for a while. Being naked with Patrick tended to cause such things. Though, so did being around him dressed.
One hand slicked his hair back off his perfect face, while he guided my leg over his shoulder with the other. This put his perfect face in just the right place to eat me.
“Okay?” he asked.
I just nodded.
First he kissed my belly, tonguing my belly button. Which tickled.
“Stay still,” he muttered.
“I’m trying.”
He placed a line of kisses down to my mound, then his thumbs held me open. “Such a pretty pink cunt.”
A wave of warmth swept up me at his words. The tip of his tongue traced delicate circles around the nub of my clit. He teased me until I was panting. And he’d just gotten started. With the flat of his tongue, he lapped at me from rear to near. The muscles in my legs tightened, my shoulders inching up. It was so good. Though my insides clenched on nothing, which was sad. Like the sex god he was, Patrick read my mind and started fucking me with his sleek tongue. All of those tongue twisters actors perform to warm up came in use for other things too, apparently.
One of my hands found his hair, fisting the wet strands. Whether to force him closer or away, I couldn’t have said. It was a lot. From the thumb pressing gently but insistently against my asshole to his talented tongue making merry with my pussy, the man gave oral sex his all. I shook and strained and climbed higher and higher. While he might have missed out on winning the award earlier tonight, he sure as hell deserved one for this.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Paddy.”
“Yeah?”
And he called me a smart-ass. Like either of us was interested in conversation right then.
He fastened his lips to my clitoris and started sucking. That he took turns doing this while flicking it with his tongue and sliding two fingers into me from the hand not busy threatening my rear messed me right up. My whole body seized. Light and sensation rushed through me. A sea of stars shone behind my closed eyelids. I hoped he could breathe okay with my thighs clamped to his head, holding his face pressed against my sex. Unless the humming noise he was making was a death rattle or plea for air. Either way, it set off a whole new wave of aftershocks. I was helpless to do anything but ride them out. His welfare would have to wait.
“Shit. Paddy. Oh.”
Bit by bit, my body started to ease. My brain took a little longer to come back to earth. The orgasm had definitely been heavenly. “Satiated” was the word of the day. Or night. Whatever. He eased my limp legs off his shoulders and stood, washing off his face and hands with soap beneath the water. With the head of his hard cock flushed a dark red, the man not only deserved but needed immediate attention.
