I reciprocated, swaying my hips as I unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way and shrugged it off, giving him a little tease of my bra before working my shorts down. I was wearing just my panties, and I knew he loved my ass so I turned to the side, getting down on all fours to work my shorts down and off, my back arching as I threw my hair back, letting him see the waves of my natural auburn. I had never felt sexier than when I was with him, because it was real, no play, no tease. Well, okay, there was a lot of tease, but it was for him that I did it. It was foreplay and fun combined, which is the best type.
Next to go were my panties and bra, lifting my toes up to hand Patrick my thong. I lay back, my knees spread, my heels pulled high up to my hips. I felt not so much sexy as sexual, if you can grasp the difference, and from the look in Patrick's eyes, it made me more aroused. I could feel my *, slick and heavy with need, pulsing with my heartbeat as he finished taking off his own clothes, pushing his pants down before kicking them off. He even somehow pulled off the impossible task of taking full length pants off look sexy. All I knew was that in the dim light of the room, he was everything I'd ever need.
Laying back, I pulled Patrick on top of me, wrapping my legs around him as his lips found my neck, kissing and tasting my skin. Each movement of his body against me gave unexplainable pleasure as he let enough of his weight settle onto me that I was held still, unable to resist his strength or his desire, but at the same time light enough that it wasn't stifling at all. I couldn't move, but I didn't want to. My nipples rubbed against the light hair on his chest, lightning sensations sheeting through my body. I could feel his cock teasing at my entrance, and I ached to feel him slip inside me, but not yet.
Patrick kissed down my body to taste my breasts, sliding off to the side enough that I felt a moment of chill before his hand cupped my *, a strong, nimble finger tracing through my folds. I couldn't help it, my hips lifted up, impaling myself on his digit, not able to hold back any longer. "Patrick....."
"I know. I love you too," he whispered around my breast, sliding his finger in deeper. Pumping his finger in and out, he let go of my breast to encourage me to sit up, keeping his finger inside me. Curious to his idea, I did, and he slid behind me, holding me with his free arm.
"I wanted you from the first moment I saw you," he whispered in my ear as his finger slipped deeper. He added another finger, filling me more, and I leaned back against his chest, thrilled as I felt the thick heat of his cock push against my low back. "Remember, at that first press conference? You were so beautiful, so amazing, I wanted you right there and then. When I found out you were even more perfect than I[d first thought, I was in love by the end of our first date. Now, you're mine, and I'm never going to give you up. I'm going to stay by you, protect and cherish and take care of you. I'm going to rest my head in your lap when I'm tired, I'm going to hold your hand as we walk in the sunset, and I swear, I'll be there for the rest of your life. I love you Tabby."
Patrick brought his other hand up, cupping my breast as his lips found my neck again. I lost myself in his caresses, his fingers and lips combining to bring me to a blissful state that felt like it would go on forever. My * twitched in warning, and I shook my head. "No.... I want you inside me first."
Patrick nodded, leaning back onto the floor while I pulled my legs up. Holding me effortlessly in his arms, he lifted me up and onto his cock, filling me with a single bold thrust, driving the breath out of me it felt so good. I spread my knees to let them rest on either side of his hips, riding him cowgirl style. Looking back over my shoulder, I smiled down at him, catching my breath. "Like the view?"
"Nothing better in the world," he replied, reaching down and lightly spanking my right butt cheek. "You know, we never have tried spanking."
"Next time, I'll wear a schoolgirl skirt," I promised him with a saucy grin. I slid my hips back and forth slightly, both of us shivering from the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me. "Maybe some pigtails?"
"Keep it up, I'm going to be coming way too soon," Patrick promised me, both of us laughing. Nodding, I turned my head back, letting my mind focus on the feeling of Patrick's cock inside me. I lifted myself, impaling myself over and over again on him, his thick hardness stretching and filling me. I was so close, but I wanted him with me, to come at the same time I did, it was difficult. If I squeezed down like I wanted, I was nearly ready to come, but if I didn't, the fire built inside me anyway.
Patrick's hands found my waist and he pulled me back, again laying on top of him. "Shhh," he whispered in my ear as I groaned and grunted in frustration. "You come as often as you want. I'll be right here the whole time."