Page 81 of Worth the Wait

“Don’t you even want to see my handiwork?” She held up a small mirror. I had no idea where it’d even come from.

“No. Do you like it?” I asked, and she smiled, running her fingers through my much shorter hair, her nails scraping against my scalp.

“Very, very handsome.”

“That’s all that matters.”

I pulled at her leggings, forcing them down her legs and off her body before lifting her up onto the balcony railing. It was wide and sturdy, but once I dropped to my knees and started eating her pussy like a man starved, I got nervous that she might lose her balance and fall clean off.

“Hold on, love,” I demanded, and she pulled at my head, her body shaking.

“I don’t think I can,” she said, and I stopped instantly and gripped her tight.

I removed her from the railing, and she wrapped her legs around my middle as I walked with her toward the kitchen and placed her on top of the granite countertop.

“That’s cold.” She shivered, and I put my finger against her lips, quieting her. “You have something against our bedroom?”

I stopped right as I was dropping to my knees and stared at her. “Say that again.”

She was about to ask me which part, but I watched the wheels turn in her head. Then, a small smile ghosted across her lips.

“Do you have something againstourbedroom?” She emphasized the word.

I shook my head in response before grabbing her once more, my hands firmly on her ass.

Walking intoourbedroom, I deposited her on the edge of the bed before final-fucking-ly dropping to my knees and burying my face between her thighs.

“I’ve missed the way you taste,” I breathed against her before my tongue moved inside of her.

She sat upright, moaning as she tried to pull at my hair, but there wasn’t enough there to tug at anymore. Her hands cupped the sides of my head and squeezed. When her fingers brushed against the back of my ears, I knew she was as into this as I was.

“So fucking good. You’ve always been my favorite meal.” I meant it as a compliment, but her laugh told me she was a little uncomfortable, hearing it.

I fucked her with my tongue, licking and sucking at her until I felt her body start to seize.

“Patrick.” She tried to say my name, but it was breathy, laborious. “I’m going to…”

“I know, love. I feel it.”

I continued eating the woman I loved, making sure she knew just how much I adored the way she tasted and felt. And when she came, the sounds she made and the way her body shuddered let me know that she was completely satiated.

“My God, Patrick.” Her body fell back onto the bed, her chest heaving with every breath. “That was life-altering,” she said with a smile.

“Been missing that,” I said as I forced myself to stand, my dick still at very upright attention.

“My turn,” she said with wide eyes, and I shook my head.

“Need to be inside you. Not inside your mouth.”

And that was exactly where I went.

After showering together and putting to use the double showerheads that I’d installed for us, I was pretty damn hungry. Thankfully, my girlfriend was a chef. We were each wrapped in a towel as she moved to one side of the bed.

“Is this my side?” she asked, and I gave her a small shrug.

“If that’s the side you want, sure,” I said, being downright agreeable.

“Patrick, what side have you been sleeping on?” She pushed, and I gave her a nod.

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