Page 38 of Come to Me

Patrick worried he’d just oversold his skills. He gently suckled on the soft skin of her inner thigh. “Hold on, Michaela.” Patrick lapped his tongue through her folds.

She arched into him, letting out a moan. So far, so good.

He flicked his tongue over her hard, pink center. Her hips rocked.

Her taste coated his tongue making him hungry for more. He dove in, feasting on her. Licking. Sucking. Drinking her in until her body went taut, and she cried out.

He brought her down with light kisses along her inner thigh.

She let out a contented sigh and then tapped him on the top of his head. “I want a turn.”

“I’m not done yet.” He suckled her skin, noting the small mark. Patrick wasn’t a possessive man and yet, he found satisfaction in leaving his mark on her.

“In case you didn’t notice it, I am.”

He shook his head. “You’re far from done.” He moved back her body. “I promise you, there’s more of that.” Again, he wasn’t sure where his confidence, his bravado, was coming from. Not that he didn’t satisfy women. He always made sure the women he was with had orgasms, more than one if they had it them. But for the first time in a long time, Patrick was nervous. Michaela’s opinion mattered. Her pleasure mattered.

She pushed him until he rolled back, and she straddled his body. “I’m looking forward to that, but now it’s my turn.” She stripped him of his briefs. Clearly Michaela wanted to take charge and since he wanted her to be happy, he didn’t protest.

Her eyebrows waggled at him as she wrapped her fingers around his length.

He groaned as pleasure snaked through him. “Careful. You don’t want to end things too soon.”

“I have faith in your ability to hold off.” She stroked him.

His hips arched up on their own. “Michaela.” The word was a warning or maybe a plea.

She glanced up at him. “Why don’t you call me Micki?”

For a moment he worried it offended her. The excitement of the moment diminished. “Michaela is a lovely name for a lovely woman.”

Her smile lit him up from the inside out. It was like he’d given her a gift.

She reached for the condom, tearing the foil open. He took it from her.

She pursed her lips at him. “I know how to roll on a condom.”

He hated the idea that she’d practiced such things with other men. “That’s not my concern. My concern is ultimately not needing it if I let you do it.”

She smirked, running her hands up his abdomen as he rolled the condom on. “Now is it my turn?”

Patrick had been looking forward to joining his body with hers. In his mind, he’d be on top, taking control, watching her beautiful face as he entered her. But seeing her above him, excitement in her eyes, her face flush, her breasts swaying slightly, he had all the view he needed. “Now it’s your turn.”

She positioned herself over him, reaching between them to guide him to her entrance. Their gazes held as she lowered, sinking down, her body taking him in, tight, warm.

She sat up as much as she could with an upper bunk above. Her hands gripped the slats of the top bunk and she pushed, causing him to slide deeper inside her. And then she rocked. The sensation was erotic of course, but there was something else. Something more. Patrick didn’t know what it was, but he let himself go. Let himself get lost in her.

His fingers dug into her hips as her movements sent shocks of electric pleasure sizzling through his blood. He moved with her, rocking, bucking, until he perched on the edge. He’d have liked to have lasted longer, but his body had other ideas.

“Oh God!” Her body clenched, shuddered around him, grabbing and pulling him over into the sweetest pleasure.

She collapsed on him, her body warm and pliant over him. His muscles went lax and even then, he continued to pulse inside her. He closed his eyes, giving into the sated calm. It had been so long since he’d felt so relaxed. So in tune with another person. He couldn’t explain how or why Michaela had this effect on him. It wasn’t just sexual attraction, although he couldn’t understand how it could be more.

CHAPTER 11

Outside the thunder wound down, but Micki’s heart still pounded a mile a minute as her orgasm subsided. She wasn’t a woman prone to insecurities, and yet, she wondered how she fared compared to the other women Patrick had been with. Surely, they were more sophisticated, posh, but that didn’t mean they were any better in bed, did it? She shook her head, chastising herself for going there. The sex was good for her, but if it wasn’t for him, that would be alright too. It wasn’t like they were building a forever sort of relationship. In fact, considering she liked him and wanted to jump him again, it would probably be best if he wasn’t impressed by her. She’d get too used to this if he returned the sentiment.

She laughed at herself for crazy thoughts.

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