erection laying heavy against his amazing body. I grip his base then hungrily and greedily lick every inch of him, as he grunts while running his hands up and down my thighs then gripping my ass and spreading it wider as he eats me with even more vigor.
I take him in my mouth and devour him the same—harder, faster—eliciting more groans, the vibration causing more intense sensations in my now saturated center.
I can only hope I’m giving him as much pleasure as he is giving me. His tongue talented, his fingers magic, his skill surely unmatched. And then …
“Oh, God,” I cry as he sucks my clit in a rhythm that causes my entire core to tense, almost painfully.
“Fuck yes, come all over my face. Ride it out, baby. Take yours.”
Everything ignites and pulsates, and I come apart.
His licks are now longer, lusher, as if he’s cleaning me, allowing me to come down from the most amazing sexual moment I’ve ever experienced. He then turns our bodies and positions me on my back. The bed shifts as he moves, and I hear him open a drawer, then the sound of a wrapper being ripped open.
I open my eyes and watch as he rolls a condom onto himself then looks at me.
“I wanted to wait, but you’re so fucking tight and still so wet. I want to make this good for you. I have to make this—”
I hold out my hand and pant, “Please.”
One hand is in mine, the other he’s using to glide his cock up and down my opening.
“Stop teasing, Patrick.” My voice is raspy and needy.
“Feels so fucking good, so hot, so wet. I want to take my time,” he groans and looks back up at me. “I knew this was gonna fuck me up forever. I knew from the minute I heard you, saw you, that I’d found what the others did—someone who wouldn’t judge my passion for music, someone who would see me and not what others expect me to be, someone incredibly intelligent and even more beautiful. I know we’re going slow. I know we’re not labeling this. But I need you to know I am so fucking in love with you, Savvy Sutton, that someday, I’m going to sing it in a song.”
Tears fill my eyes, and I nod, putting my hand to my chest, and then to my throat, hoping he gets that I can’t talk right now, because if I do, I’ll cry.
He leans down and presses his lips against mine, and then slowly, so , so, slowly, he pushes into me.
It’s uncomfortable, he’s big—the stretching, the feeling of being so full you can’t breathe, and you think you’ll possibly rip in two, not just the physical but the emotional.
Once fully seated in me, he releases his held breath, and I let my tears fall.
“I love you. I love you, and it scares me.”
He pushes back and takes my face between his hands. “You’re not alone, Savvy. In that, you’ll never be alone. But promise me you’ll stop pushing me out of the other stuff, too.”
“I want that. Just slow, okay?”
He wipes my tears away with his thumbs. Then he kisses my lips and whispers, “Your pussy is so fucking tight. It’s like a fucking vise around my dick.”
I smile against his lips.
He pulls his mouth away and rests his forehead against mine, and then he begins to rock.
After a few moments, the pressure subsides, but the full feeling doesn’t, but my God how incredible it feels.
Panting, moaning, my legs are shaking, feeling like I’m going to lose my mind, our eyes trained on each other’s, never breaking that connecting. I watch him, beginning to come apart. I see it in his stunning features, his teeth bared, his eyes rolling at times, his fucking body, as he holds himself up with one hand. A need to watch him come undone drives me so that I begin to meet him thrust for thrust.
“Fuck, Savvy.” He throws his head back. “Fuuuuck. I don’t wanna come yet, baby, but … fuuccckkkk.” He reaches between us and rubs my clit, and I attempt to strangle the cry until I can’t. I come again, and this time harder.
His pace increases, his hips begin to bucking wildly, his grunts feral, his body tenses, his head falls back, and I feel him grow inside of me, and then a pulsing as he hisses my name almost violently.
He collapses on top of me, panting, and I wrap my arms and