The momentary fall in his face was replaced almost instantaneously with unspeakable joy as we came together again, our hands roaming over each other. Pushing him back on the bag, I ended up on top of him, my hands stabilizing myself on his shoulders.
I was glad I'd worn a skirt, because it gave me plenty of ability to feel his body between my legs while my hands pulled at his shirt. He was wearing a button down shirt that I worked quickly, kissing the smooth exposed skin with every inch that came to my eyes. Pushing his shirt back, I could see that his tattoos on his right arm extended to his shoulder, and there was one of a gryphon on his right pec, just above his nipple. "What's this for?"
"A promise I made to myself," he said, covering my hand as I traced the mythological beast. "Just a promise."
"For what?"
"Later," he said, reaching up and pulling me down for another kiss. His tongue wrestled with mine, looping and twisting around each other. My skirt was lifted and his strong, still slightly calloused hand ran over my hip to cup my ass. He squeezed and I squealed with glee as he found one of my most sensitive areas. Unfortunately, he misinterpreted the sound and stopped. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," I giggled, leaning back and undoing the buttons on my top. I shrugged it off and was rewarded as Patrick's eyes grew round as saucers when he saw me in the white lacy bra I was wearing. "I like what you were doing. Think you can keep it up?"
"As you wish," he laughed, letting go of my hips to reach for the clasp on my bra. "May I?"
"Yes," I said, leaning forward to give him a bit of assistance. The bra was clasped in the back, and he struggled a bit with it for a second before getting the catch. Shrugging my shoulders forward, I let him take off my bra, his lips following the fabric so closely I couldn't even register the cool air before my skin was lit on fire from his kisses.
I love to have my breasts pleasured, and Patrick was superb at that. Hearing my sighs and moans perfectly, he set my body on edge as he explored me. His teeth scraped lightly across my nipples and I cried out in a light release, almost brought to orgasm just from his touch.
Not that his mouth was the only thing touching me. His hands, which were still the strong, slightly rough hands of a man who worked with his hands more than sitting behind a desk, wrote poetry on my skin, his left thumb teasing my nipple while his right hand roamed over my back. Beneath me, trapped in the denim of his jeans, I could feel him hard and wanting, bulging against the wet fabric of my panties until neither of us could take it any more.
I pushed him back onto the bag, grinning wolfishly down at him, and I was thrilled at the touch of not fear, but uncertainty in his eyes. "What have I gotten myself into?" he whispered as I reached for his belt.
"A lot more than you bargained for, and I hope you can handle it," I replied, fumbling with his belt before realizing that it wasn't the normal type. Instead of the typical buckling method, it was one of those GI style web belts with a rolling friction clasp in the buckle, which I quickly undid before unbuttoning his jeans. As my fingers worked, I felt the hunger growing inside me, and I knew that even if Patrick and I didn't end up having a long term relationship, I was ready and needing his body at least for tonight.
I peeled down Patrick’s plain boxer-briefs, and what was inside more than made up for the packaging, as his thick, beautiful cock emerged from hiding. He lifted his hips and helped me get the rest of his pants off, and I took a moment to get off of the bag and look at him.
He was very fit, with large swells to his muscles that flowed to a tight waistline and then back out into strong, tree trunk like legs. Not fat, but muscular. His cock stood tall and proud from its base, and I could see that I’d be challenged by his thickness. I love a good challenge.
"Take off the skirt," he said, his confidence growing as he saw how I reacted to his body. I was glad, in that while I enjoyed his initial trepidation, I don't want to do all the work when it comes to having sex.
I reached for the fastener on my skirt, then let my hands lower. Instead, I raised them and cupped my breasts, and toed off the sandals I'd been wearing. "You do it," I replied, turning my hip to show him where the thing closed. "Please?"
"As you wish," Patrick replied, getting to his knees and crossing the short distance over to me. His hands caressed my calves and thighs, running under the skirt to cup my ass and send more thrills to me. His leaned forward and kissed my belly button, and I felt more powerful than I'd ever been with this strong, handsome man on his knees in front of me, his hands kneading my ass while he kissed my stomach. I stroked my hand through his dark hair, and knew that regardless of anything else, this was not going to be a one night thing.