Patrick let go of my butt to reach higher, finding the waistband to my bikini briefs and pulling them down and off my legs. "Not the standard way, but I like it so far," I teased as he lifted one leg and then the other to free them.
"I like this skirt," he answered, running his hands back up my legs. His right hand turned to go in between my thighs and I parted my knees, giving him access. Blindly, he found my *, cupping it in his hand. His eyebrows lifted as he stroked the smooth skin.
"Shaved?"
I shook my head. "Waxed, and a few laser treatments," I half moaned in reply. It was the one indulgence I'd partaken in during the lean years of my student days and early associate days working, and if that made me vain, so be it. Still, I love the feeling of being bare and smooth, silken under a lover's touch. "You like?"
"I love it, all of you," he replied, stroking a finger between my lips. Wetness coated his questing finger and he smiled, bringing it out from under my skirt to admire in the light before licking it clean. "Delicious."
Lifting my skirt, he lowered himself more until my * was open to his tongue, and his hands cupped my ass again. With my skirt in the way I couldn't see anything except the flex of muscles on his back and shoulders as he made love to me with his seemingly impossibly long, deft tongue, which swept from top to bottom on me before probing inside. I couldn't believe how good it was or how amazing he felt, my mind flashing with desire as he licked me over and over.
My legs trembled as he found the hard little button of my clit, flicking his tongue over it. I bent over, trying to keep my balance and leaning on him as he licked and sucked, his strong hands and arms keeping me within his tongue's reach. "Oh fuck Patrick," I gasped, my hands digging into his shoulders. "What are you doing?"
Pulling back, Patrick's face was covered in my wetness and he stood up, sweeping me into his arms and covering my face with kisses. "I'm worshiping the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he replied before nibbling on my earlobe. He turned easily and carried me to the bean bag chair, where he laid me on the carpet next to chair. "I'd use the bag, but I'm afraid we'd be unable to move the way we want."
"You read my mind," I replied, pushing him back. "I'm very active in bed."
"Good to know," Patrick said, grinning. "One request?"
"What?"
"Leave the skirt on,” Patrick said, as he tore open a package and slid a condom on with a quickness.
Laying down next to him, I lifted my leg and reached for his cock, which was still hard and thick in my hand. Guiding him, he pushed his way inside me, pausing when he could tell I was getting stretched too much. "You okay?"
"Just go slow, it feels great until the last bit," I said. "It's been a little while, and you're pretty thick."
Patrick nodded, his green eyes looking into mine as he worked slowly in and out. The unpleasant stretching soon melted into wonderful fullness, and I felt more and more of him inside me. It was funny, in that the way we were laying, we were almost in a scissor position. It was a favorite of mine, but with Patrick, it was so different and so much better at the same time. When the base of his cock rubbed against my clit for the first time I nearly came, I was so close. My fingers hooked into his back and I growled. "Now you promise me," I said, my fingernails threatening to tear his back apart. "You don't stop until you and I both come. And I mean don't stop."
"As you wish," he said, pulling back and pushing forward again. Explosions of pleasure tore through me as Patrick stroked in and out, my * already quivering from the wonderful oral attention he'd given me. I was delirious, drunk off the heady mix of pleasure and hormones as he pounded me without restraint, his cock filling me again and again.
Part of the reason I'm so adventurous sexually is because for me, orgasms are not just a momentary thing, but rolling, building upon one another. Multi-orgasmic is barely a beginning to describe how I can be, and Patrick's unrelenting, powerful stroking cock was all I needed. In only a minute, maybe less, my * clenched and the first wave of my orgasm broke through me, soft cries joining my gasps as I felt myself tense around him.
Patrick's lips found mine as he increased his pace, flowing with me in perfect harmony, like no other lover I'd ever had. The image of Scott Pressman flashed through my mind only to be shattered and obliterated as Patrick kept going, right there with me. Scott had played me emotionally, set me up. Patrick was doing nothing of the sort, but just staying with me, his body in tune with mine.