“No, not yet,” she pleaded, scratching him involuntarily as she tried to fight the relentless crash of her orgasm. But it was too late. Her body crumbled, shivering as rapture claimed her.
Patrick held her quivering body close, his shaft still rock-hard inside her. “Don’t worry, Ace. We’re just getting started…”
Chapter 26
Tahlia woke shortly before noon, rough-skinned fingers stroking the sensitive underside of her breasts gently.
She’d slept like a rock, passing out after a few hours of frenzied lovemaking.
“I left bruises again. I’m sorry.” Patrick’s morning voice was as hoarse as she remembered.
She smiled, keeping her eyes closed. “I don’t mind them,” she mumbled.
Tahlia would rather feel this delicious soreness than let him be more gentle in bed.
Given her lack of experience, Patrick’s forcefulness should have scared her. It had the opposite effect. There was an intoxicating quality to his touch, one that inspired a wild, unbridled response. She didn’t want to give up that newfound freedom.
The little voice in her head told her she should be ashamed of herself. The things she let Patrick do to her were wrong—dirty. But she knew that wasn’thervoice. It was the men in her family, their oppressive rules and restrictions that had no rhyme or reason. All of that crap burned away when she was with Patrick.
Was it possible for someone’s first love to be their only one?I think so.She couldn’t imagine this feeling existing with another man.
Patrick’s fingers continued to work down until they reached the silky skin of her inner thighs. He pushed, parting her legs enough for his head to fit between. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, his teeth coming to graze her swollen clit.
Each flick of his tongue sent a pulse through her. Tahlia grabbed his head reflexively, her fingers clutching his silky dark hair.
The pressure inside her built with each stroke of his tongue. The explosion was coming, she could feel it starting when Trick suddenly rolled, flipping her with his strong hands.
“Ride me.”
Startled, Tahlia blinked down at him. She was a bit high up along his chest for that. She began to move down, but he stopped her.
“I said ride me—my face. I want you to fuck my face.” He nudged her, guiding until her pussy was hovering right over his mouth.
His hand reached up to cup her breast, the other holding her still with a grip on her ass cheek.
Embarrassment warred with confusion, but Patrick wasn’t waiting for her to figure it out. He grabbed her, drawing her down until she was rubbing all over his mouth.
“Patrick.” He had to be suffocating.
Tahlia tried to get off him, but he wouldn’t cooperate. He plunged his tongue inside her, murmuring encouragement until Tahlia gave in, rocking above him as he ate her out.
It didn’t take long for her to forget the awkwardness. His mouth was working its usual magic—driving all rational thought away and smashing through her inhibitions.
His teeth bit her clit a little harder and his tongue stabbed up, fucking her over and over until she pulsed, coming in his mouth with a ragged sigh.
Trick took a long last lick before flipping them. She landed on her back, his member thrusting inside before the spasms died away.
Tahlia’s oversensitive body responded by immediately climaxing again. She bit Trick’s shoulder, cutting off a scream as he pounded her into the mattress.
“That’s it, baby. This time, come all over my cock.”
The cords in his neck strained, and his self-control splintered. Tahlia clamped down greedily, riding the last pulses as he surged and jerked, spilling his hot seed in her tight sheath.
They collapsed in a sweaty tangle of limbs, her fingernails digging into his back. Patrick’s steely arms slowly loosened their grip, his softening length sliding out, letting a cooling trickle leak out of her.
Soft kisses rained over her eyelids and lips. A few minutes later, Patrick went for a towel. She lay prone on the bed, still too weak to move as he lovingly cleaned her with a warm washcloth.
He’s polishing me like I’m the silver. She giggled.