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But then Patrick’s slide up my ribcage, under my sleep shirt, and PG-13 flies out the window. Once his hands find their way to my breasts and I gasp into his mouth, things become deeper. More urgent.
“You weren’t wearing a bra this whole fucking time?” He practically growls down my throat as he breaks off, panting.
All I can do is moan because he’s rolling my nipples like he’s trying to give me an orgasm from that stimulation alone.
My hands shake as I lower them under the sheets, reaching for the zipper on his jeans. “It’s a damn shame you had to sleep all night in these.”
“If it meant,” a kiss to my neck, “getting to experience this,” kiss to my collarbone, “in the morning,” my shirt being pulled over my head, leaving me topless, “then it was well worth it.”
His hands palm my breasts, squeezing them together as I look up at his hooded eyes. He’s watching himself take handfuls of me, playing with my breasts like he’s dreamed about doing just this.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, it hurts to look at you sometimes. Like I’m staring at the sun. At something I shouldn’t want to have because it’ll burn me.” He bends when he says this, whispering it into my skin before he takes my nipple in his mouth.
With my hand on the button of his jeans, I arch my back violently. The wetness of his mouth there makes me see stars, and he hasn’t even touched the dripping slit between my legs yet.
As much as I can focus, because Patrick is sucking on my nipples like he’s trying to draw screams from me, I flick open his jeans and pull the zipper down. He lets out a hiss as my fingernails lightly brush over the trail of hair leading to his cock, and I push my hand past the waistband of his boxers to feel him.
He’s hot, hard, and heavy in my hand as I fist him, lightly stroking. Patrick growls into my mouth as our tongues tangle and it’s the singular most erotic sound I’ve ever heard.
“More,” I plead, needing his hands lower, and he obliges.
We strip down to nothing, fumbling as we lie on our sides but not caring because the end result is the same; both of us bare naked, our hands exploring each other.
My thumb swipes over the head of his dick and pre-cum coats it, so I drag it down to the base, where I cup his balls.
“You do that some more, and I won’t make it to the main event.” His eyes meet mine, and he pushes my shoulder until I lie flat on my back. “And I really want to make it there, but first, I need to hear what you sound like when you come.”
Well, shit, he could probably get me there faster if he keeps talking like that.
I watch Patrick lazily make his way down my body, a touch here, a kiss there. He moves like a predator, but a gentle one, lulling me with seduction with his easy grace. Until he pounces and dives in to suck the nub pulsing between my thighs as I cry out in ecstasy. It’s been a while since someone’s done that, and even longer since I’ve slept with someone I have so much sexual tension with. This isn’t going to be just some release, a one-time thing to knock the dust off. There is history here; I’ve often wondered what sex would be like with Patrick. Countless times in the last few weeks alone.
As if reading my mind, he says the same thing before laying his tongue flat and licking up my center. “I’ve fantasized about this too many times to count.”
I can’t respond because he licks me while adding a finger, and my whole body is beginning to quake. Small tremors that start in my fingers, the coil within me almost to that snapping point.
“Patrick,” I beg.
“God, when you say my name.” He sighs on me, the wetness and heat of his breath dangling me over the cliff.
And then he’s back, pumping two fingers while his teeth gently scrape my clit, and I’m a goner.
The orgasm steals my senses, deftly and not in an explosive manner. Silently, which is almost worse because I’m shaking with pleasure for so long that I think there might not be enough oxygen going to my brain.
“It was better than I imagined.” Patrick smirks up at me, that dark hair disheveled from where I was gripping it.
“And now I need to know what it feels like with you inside me,” I murmur, not holding back.
We’ve crossed the line, and I won’t stop until we’ve shattered all the rules.
“I don’t …” His eyes shift, and a pit forms in my stomach. “Have a condom. It’s been a while. A long while, actually.”
With him positioned between my thighs, all I can focus on is his big, hard cock pointing straight at my entrance.
“I’m on the pill. I haven’t been with anyone in a while either. I’m good,” I assure him, wiggling my hips because the friction hasn’t abated even with the incredible orgasm he just gave me with his mouth.
“If I stroke out, I blame you.” The cocky bastard actually blinks before fisting himself and giving a tug, moving ever closer to my slick opening.
“I can live with that.” I wrap my arms around his neck, relishing the feeling of skin on skin.
