"You’re lying!" I squeal as Patterson tickles on the couch.
"It’s true." He leans back and I’m out of breath from laughing so hard.
"I don’t believe it for a second." My fingers move under his arms, then to his waist and past his very prominent erection to the backs of his legs. "You are seriously not ticklish anywhere?"
"It’s a good thing because you’re ticklish enough for the both of us." He barely touches my waist and I’m doubling over with laughter.
"It’s just—" I breathe, but then I fall back on the couch as he moves on top of . "It’s only because I know you’re going to do it."
His weight feels good, and I spread my legs so I can cradle him between them. He’s smiling, but his eyes are hungry and I feel that thick ridge he’s got in his jeans against my sweet spot.
We ca back and he cooked dinner. Then he refused to show the dress he wants to wear tomorrow. I kept saying that I should try it on in case it doesn’t fit, but he said it wouldn’t happen. He was so confident and cocky it made kiss him and then we ended up making out for an hour. Then we moved to the couch and we’ve been talking for hours in between kissing and him dry humping . I can’t say I don’t like how the night has progressed.
He thrusts into like he would if we were making love and I moan. How is he so perfect? Would he act this way if he knew the truth? These thoughts flow through my head, but I decide to ignore them because this feels too damn good.
"Tell about this scar," he says when he pushes my shirt up and sees the little line under my bra.
I let him push his fingers under my bra until they find my hard nipple. There’s a pinch and I nearly co off the couch as he pushes my bra the rest of the way to reveal my breast.
"In high school, a lacrosse ga," I breathe as he leans down and traces the shape of my nipple with his tongue.
I grip the couch when he sucks it into his mouth and his hand finds my other breast. When his mouth covers that, I move my hands between my legs and to the belt of his jeans. I fumble with the buckle before I unzip them, but he doesn’t stop . This is further than we’ve gone before. Kissing and over-the-clothes petting could only last for so long.
When my palm wraps around his substantial girth my eyes fly open. Dear god, he’s massive, but instead of being afraid, my sex clenches. What will this feel like inside of ? Is this how he’s going to make a woman? Because I’m pretty sure this is going to make pregnant if we don’t slow down.
"Careful," he grits out as he licks my nipple.
I realize I’m gripping him tight and I loosen the hold as I move my hand up and down. I’m shocked when it keeps going, and I audibly swallow. I look down to make sure I don’t have his thigh in my hand by mistake. When my eyes land on the thick ruddy head of his cock I nearly pass out. Well, it’s never going to go in my ass, that’s for sure.
As if sensing my apprehension, Patterson kisses down my belly and I feel his fingers at the waist of my jeans. "Let kiss you a little and see if we can make it fit."
Oh shit, is this really happening?
His hands are strong as they work the denim off my hips along with my panties. My shirt is pushed up and I’m naked from the waist down as he kneels on the floor between my thighs.
"Just as pretty and pink as I thought you’d be," he says, dragging his knuckles through my lips and over my clit.
"Patterson." I say his na like a curse as I sit up and try to close my legs.
"That’s right, sweetheart," he says, locking eyes with .
He doesn’t break the contact as he leans down and gently kisses on my pussy while his eyes stay on mine. It makes it so much more intimate and real than anything I imagined and I can’t look away. The feeling of his tongue against is delicious and dark. I reach out and run my fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes as if savoring his favorite dessert. How can I ever function after knowing how good this feels? Will I walk around all day wanting him to lick between my legs? Because right now I don’t ever want it to end.
I feel myself building towards a climax, but it’s unlike anything I’ve ever given myself. Normally I rush to the end and don’t take my ti, but this, I don’t want to be over. As if he senses it, he slows down and licks at a lazy pace. I feel his tongue dip lower and inside and I moan so loudly I should be embarrassed.
I’ll never look at his mouth the sa, and I wish I could sohow suck his cock at the sa ti. But to be honest he would probably just end up laying his dick on my face while he eats out. This is so good I don’t even know my na right now and nor do I care.
When I begin to whine, he moves back up to my clit and this ti he doesn’t go easy on . I feel two fingers thrust into my pussy just as I cry out his na. The climax hits fast and I’m not prepared for it as I shatter into pieces. It’s hot fire that shoots through my veins and I can only imagine this is what drugs feel like.
"Patterson," I mumble as he pulls the last of my orgasm from and licks clean. I have a smile glued to my face as he moves between my legs and I feel the heat of his cock on .
He doesn’t push against like he wants in. Instead he glides through my wet folds, just letting feel his size.
"You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on," he says as he lies on top of again and looks into my eyes. "Co to bed with . I want to hold you while you sleep."
"What about...?" I move my hips and feel his hard length to emphasize my point.
He sucks in a breath and shakes his head. "Co to bed. We can figure that out later."
He pulls from the couch and into his arms, but as he begins to walk I hear my phone in the living room. It was tucked into the back of my jeans and we left them there. I hear the ringtone I have for Cara and I curse, rembering that I forgot to go by the apartnt and drop off so cash to her.
I’m not about to give her everything I made, but she’ll need sothing to keep her off my back. I think for a second about answering when the call ends. But to my surprise it rings again right away and Patterson pauses.
"Do you need to get that?" His eyebrows pull together in concern when I nod.
It’s late, but god knows what she’ll do if I don’t answer. He nods and puts down and I race to get my phone off the floor. I scramble and hit answer before it can shut off again.
"Hello?" I say, nearly out of breath.
"Do you want to explain what the fuck my car is doing sitting out here and you’re nowhere to be found?"
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