Page 175 of Patching Over

“Well, I know,” I tell her, grinning up into her beautiful face.

“You do?”

“Yeah, babe, I do,” I reply, pulling her down and kissing her. “See, first we’re going to make out for a while because those sexy little sounds you’re making turn me the fuck on. Then, I’m going to undress you and learn what you like. Hopefully, while I’m doing that, I won't come in my pants like a teenage boy.”

She does what I wanted; she starts laughing. It’s a bit tortuous because the only thing separating us are my sweatpants and her pajama bottoms. I can feel the heat coming from her pussy and can’t wait until we are finally joined as one. Once she finally stops laughing, she says, “That sounds like a good plan to me.”

I roll so she’s on the bottom and I’m partially leaning over her. “I usually have good plans, babe,” I tease.

I kiss her again, my hands roaming over her above her pajamas until she gets used to being handled gently. When I hear the breathy moans, I move my hands underneath her top and gently begin stroking her sides. She grows bolder, reaching out and sliding hers under my t-shirt, and I draw in a deepbreath, knowing I have some rough places on my back right now thanks to a flare up of my eczema.

“Kracken?” she asks, looking at me. “Why do you have scars, honey?”

“They’re not scars, not exactly,” I admit. “I have eczema and sometimes, when I’m stressed, it flares up.”

“This is because of me,” she whispers.

“Not entirely,” I reply. “The shit going down with those fundamentalist fuckers is part of it too.”

“What do you do for it?” she questions.

“Keep my skin clean and lotioned, and when it flares, if it’s bad enough, I get a prescription for some steroids. Thinking I need to get one filled pretty soon.”

“I’ll put some lotion on your back later if you want,” she says.

“I’ll hold you to it,” I tease. “Now, where were we?”

Time seems almost suspended and soon, we’re both shirtless as I work to build up her desire to a feverish pitch. At this point, if I don’t find a release, I’m past the point of caring. It’s all about her, and always will be.

I still have my sweatpants on, my dick is hard enough to hammer nails into the ground, and she’s naked before me, a slight sheen of sweat covering her. Whether it’s from desire or the heat coming from the fireplace, I have no clue, and quite honestly, don’t give a fuck.

“Is it always like this?” she asks, her eyes filled with wonder.

“With two consenting adults, it should be, yes,” I reply, leaning down and taking one of her diamond-hard nipples into my mouth.

“Oh, my God,” she moans out, writhing beneath me.

I continue my assault, switching from side to side as one hand slides up her leg. “Babe, you’re soaked for me, positively drenched,” I murmur against her breast.

“I take it that’s a good thing?” Her voice is breathy.

“It’s averygood thing,” I reply, moving down to caress her legs with both hands as I gently slide them open. “Do you feel this?” I ask, running my fingers between her upper thighs, her wetness making a slight squelching sound. “It means you’re ready for me, sweetheart.”

“Okay, so what are you doing now?” she questions.

“Hopefully, driving you over the edge, roisin,” I murmur, lowering my head before I swipe my tongue through her folds.

“Holy shit,” she gasps out through a moan. “I want more of that, Kracken. Please?”

“My pleasure, babe,” I reply.

I put everything into what I’m doing, flaming her desire higher as she grows wetter and wetter. When I slide one of my fingers inside, I moan, feeling how tightly her pussy clutches my digit. Sucking on her clit, I begin thrusting my finger inside in time with my oral movements, her moans, gasps, and sighs spurring me on.

“Kracken,” she keens out, just as her pussy spasms and my mouth floods with her release. I continue my assault until she pulls away slightly.

“Want more?” I ask, wiping my hand across my face and grinning.

“Yes, please,” she says, reaching out for me.

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