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Swiftly, he released her wrists, using the quick-releases on the cuffs, taking the safe word ball from her tightly clenched hand and tossing it off to the side. She didn’t even seem to notice as her thighs pressed together, her body obviously trying to orgasm now that she was no longer distracted by sucking his cock. Moving quickly down the bed, Patrick grabbed her ankles and pulled hard. She shrieked as she suddenly found herself flat on her back with her legs spread wide open.
The soft lips of her pussy were swollen and glistening with fluid, which had leaked down to her thighs while she’d been squirming. With her legs spread, he could see the bottom of the vibrator peeking out of her hole, her dark pink lips framing it perfectly. The small nub of her clit was completely engorged and peeking out from underneath its hood, begging for attention.
Patrick wrapped a hand around each thigh, draping her legs over his shoulders, to hold her legs apart and pressed his mouth against her sodden pussy, sucking her sensitive ball of nerves into his mouth. She screamed as her body was assaulted with sudden ecstasy, his tongue flicking against her clit, writhing against him, her hands coming down on his head and fingers digging into his scalp.
“Patrick... oh fuck... oh Patrick! Fuck! Oh God... Patrick... I can’t... I.... FUCK!”
His name on her lips as she came was just as sweet as the taste of her juices, coating his tongue. Sweet like peaches and musk and something indefinably Lexie, a flavor that would linger in his brain and haunt his dreams. She bucked against him, crying out her passion and sobbing from the intensity of her climax.
But it just wasn’t quite enough. Not for him. Not for this, their first truly intimate scene together.
Sliding his left hand up to cross her hips, holding her in place, he shifted his position slightly as he lapped at her pussy, feeling the tension leaking from her as her climax began its descent. It gave him just enough room to work his right hand under his chin and grasp the end of the vibrator. The plastic was covered in her juices, slick to the touch, but he managed to get a hold of it and began to pump it back and forth as his tongue laved over her clit.
“OH... wait... Patrick... What are you doing?” Lexie moaned, long and loud as her hands pushed at his head, trying to pull him up and make him answer her. Something he had no intention of doing, because it should be obvious - he was doing whatever the fuck he wanted. And right now he wanted to fuck her with the vibrator while he licked her clit to another mind-blowing orgasm.
If he’d had any hair on his head, she’d probably be pulling on it, so it was a good thing for both of them that he didn’t, because he didn’t really feel like stopping to discipline her.
Instead, he ignored her as she begged him to slow down, claiming she couldn’t handle another orgasm right now. Her voice was growing huskier, her hips starting to move with his lapping licks around her clit. Still, even as he could sense her climax starting to build again, she kept protesting.
Lifting his head, he looked up the length of her body at her. Immediately her protests fell silent as she stared back at him, licking her lips, and her hands sprang away from his head.
“What am I, Lexie?”
The slightest pause as she tried to think of the right answer. “The Dom, Sir?”
“Are you sure?”
“My Dom. Sir.” This time her voice was more firm and he couldn’t help smiling at the change in wording and the emphasis she put on it.
“Which makes you what?”
“Your sub, Sir.”
“So, sub,” he said, almost conversationally as he began to move the vibrator in and out of her again, listening to the wet sound of her pussy as it was fucked with the slender toy. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, Sir.”
His cock, already recovering under the aphrodisiac of her moans and the taste of her cream, twitched. Satisfaction flowed through him, filling him completely.
“If I want to play with my pussy, sub, what are you going to do?”
She whimpered as he thrust and twisted the vibe, purposefully trying to rub it against her g-spot. It looked like he’d succeeded. “Let you, Sir.”
“Let me?” He raised his eyebrow at her, and the arm across her hips lifted so he could smack the top of her mound. She gasped, shuddering. There was the little masochist she had inside, peeking out.
“I um... I’ll make it available to you, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
The accolade made her eyes flash with pleasure, even as she whimpered again when he lowered his mouth back to her swollen clit. The little bud was bright red from his ministrations and probably extra sensitive, but that’s what made this fun.
No more protests came from her, although she whimpered and moaned, occasionally gasping out his name or a curse word as he fucked her with the vibrator, toying with her clit and licking up her juices. When she came again, she screamed his name, sobbing it out while he held the vibe inside of her and sucked her clit, lashing it with his tongue until she was limp from the pleasure.
“Stay right here, sweetheart,” he murmured, finally sliding the vibrator from her body, which made her jerk and tremble a bit. Not that it looked like she’d be going anywhere anytime soon, but he wanted to make sure she didn’t try to follow him. She looked too exhausted to be moving about, which was another reason to grin.
That had been... fucking perfect. They’d had a couple of bumps and starts getting to this point, and they’d gotten here sooner than he’d planned, but he didn’t have any regrets. Especially since Jake already knew, there was no guilt to deal with or doubts to be had.
Taking the vibrator into the bathroom, Patrick cleaned it off while he filled up the giant soaker tub. The bathroom was the only room in the condo that he’d renovated; he’d sacrificed some of the shower for the huge tub, but it was worth it. He was a big guy, and he needed a big tub if he was going to be comfortable in it, especially if he was going to be comfortable in it with another person. Not that he’d gotten to try it out for that purpose yet, but he was really fucking looking forward to it. Before the renovations, the shower had been huge, but he didn’t need a shower that could fit five other people in it. He’d rather have both a tub and a shower that fit himself and another person.
