Page 34 of Patching Over

His lips crash onto mine and soon, I’m immersed in sensations I’ve only read about. His hands gently stroke me through my pajamas until my nipples are taut and I feel a constant, persistent ache between my legs. Wanting to feel him against my skin instead of fabric, I begin jerking at my top. “Shh, let me, Sprite.”

As fevered as I feel right now, his calm voice soothes me, and I allow him to remove my pajamas until I’m lying bare beneath his gaze. He lightly moves his hand down my body, and I hear his breath catch. “Are you okay?” I whisper, not wanting to break the sanctity of this moment.

“You’re beautiful, Rayleigh. I knew you were before, but now, you take my breath away,” he murmurs, leaning down to capture one of my nipples between his lips.

Now I’m the one gasping as more warmth pools between my thighs, causing an ache to begin building. My hands are unsteady as I stroke his muscled arms before sliding them across his flat abdomen. I feel him tense as I slip one hand beneath the sweatpants he wore to bed to lightly grip his cock. I briefly wonder if I’ll be able to handle him as he’s long and thick, then decide I won’t worry about it right now. He knows what he’s doing and I’m willing to let him show me.

When he switches sides and begins his tender assault on the other nipple, I realize I might not survive his attentions. The pulse between the apex of my thighs has grown more insistent, causing me to writhe in an effort to get some sort of relief, even though I don’t know what I’m looking for. He throws his heavy thigh across my legs as one hand curves around my hip and squeezes. “Patience, Sprite. Gotta say, you’re good for my ego with how you’re lighting up at every touch.”

“If there’s much more, I may not last,” I admit, causing him to chuckle. Moving back up, he kisses me again, both hands now freely roaming my body.

“If you fall apart, I’ll be right there to put you back together again,” he promises just as his hand moves between my legs. “Look at what my sprite is giving me,” he says. “A middle of the night snack.”

Before I can ask him what he means, he’s down the bed after carefully ensuring Calvin and Hobbes have been moved out of harm’s way, and his shoulders are between my thighs. I can feel his warm breath against my center and know the quivering in my legs has more to do with the emotions and sensations flooding my body than fear.

“Oh!” I exclaim as his tongue swipes through my folds ending at the top. “That feels so good, Brick.”

“It’s going to feel so much better, Sprite, just you wait and see,” he promises, stopping his ministrations long enough toglance up at me. Right now, I’m glad it’s dark in his room because I feel my face heating up in embarrassment at what he’s doing to me. Yes, I’ve read about it but since it was fiction, I was a bit skeptical that people actually liked doing it to one another. Of course, thinking of having his hard dick in my mouth has me salivating as he goes back to what he was doing.

Before I know it, he’s added one of his long, thick fingers and has started slowly thrusting inside me. I can feel my body tensing and know I’m about to experience my first orgasm. “Let go, beautiful. I’ve got you.”

As if I needed permission, I do as he says and feel myself soaring into the stratosphere as my pussy clenches around his still-moving digit. Slowly coming down, I glance at him to see him licking his lips while grinning at me. “Fucking gorgeous when you come, baby.” He reaches over to his nightstand and grabs what I presume is a condom. Since I haven’t told him I’m on birth control yet, I’m glad to see one of us is clearly thinking.

I watch in complete fascination as he strokes his dick before sheathing it. Bracing himself on one forearm, he guides the head of his cock to my entrance, and I brace myself. Instead of just jamming himself inside, he takes his time, using small jerks of his hips until he meets with resistance. “This might hurt, sweetheart,” he says. “Just stick with me and I promise I’ll make it feel better.”

“I trust you,” I reply, tightly gripping his forearms. Again, he takes his time, one of his hands between us stroking my clit until I’m once again writhing. Before I know it, he’s fully embedded in my warm heat. I can feel the slight pinch of pain, but it’s soon replaced with the need to move. As I awkwardly move my hips, I see the gleam of his teeth and know he’s smiling at my poor attempt to get him to do something.

“Give me a second, Sprite. You feel so fucking phenomenal I’m afraid I’ll embarrass myself and blow my load in just a few pumps.”

I can’t help it, the fact he’s worried about letting me down when I’m the inexperienced one has me giggling and soon, his chuckles join mine. “I’m not worried about it, Brick, so you shouldn’t either.”

Kissing me deeply in response, he begins a steady pumping motion which feels so good, I wrap my legs around his hips. The angle change soon has me moaning out loud as I chase another orgasm. When his thumb lightly strokes across my clit, I keen out his name while stars float behind my eyes.

Several thrusts later, I feel him tighten then warmth floods the condom as he stills above me, sweat now dripping from his forehead onto my mine. “So, so good,” I state when I can catch my breath.

“I’d say fucking fantastic myself,” he teases, rolling to his side and tucking me in so my head’s on his chest. “I need to get up and get rid of this thing, but want to hold you for a few minutes first if that’s okay.”

“Totally fine by me,” I murmur, the lure of sleep calling to me now that I’m fully sated.

“Sleep, sweetheart,” I hear him say from a distance.

I lose count of how many times we wake one another up through the long stormy night. Somewhere between rounds two and three, when I finally remembered to tell him I was on birth control, he stopped using condoms. While it got increasingly messy, I love how he feels bare. Calvin and Hobbes, disgusted that their human beds kept waking up, finally went over to thesitting area and climbed onto the couch where they promptly pulled down the throw he had on the back, curled into it and went back to sleep.

Right now, we’re soaking in the tub together, although I don’t think I have another round left in me. At least not right now. “We’re just cleaning up,” he admonishes when I try to move away from him. “I know you’re going to be sore as hell, which is my fault, because I should have been able to keep my hands to myself. By the way, your tattoo is perfect. I can’t wait to see what Phantom comes up with for the one you’ll get marking you as mine to the world.”

“I’m only a little sore,” I tell him, leaning back to kiss the underside of his jaw. “Thank you for the care you took with me, Brick. While I never thought I’d have this in my life, I’m glad you were gentle.”

I feel his chest rumble as he bursts into laughter. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me. In fact, you gave me a gift many men never get, so I should be thanking you. Knowing I’m your first, last, and only, is a bit of an ego booster.”

I snort at his words even as I lightly smack his arm. “Of course, it is, because you’re one of those alpha cavemen.”

“C’mon, Sprite, we need to get some sleep,” he manages to say between his laughter. After helping me out then thoroughly drying first me then himself, he pulls out one of his t-shirts and slides it over my head while I get my arms through the armholes. “This way, if the kittens decide to return to bed with us, I won’t worry about your beautiful skin getting all scratched up.”

He carries me over to the bed and before I know it, I’m tucked tightly into his side. Drifting off to sleep for the last time, I feel myself smiling.

I’m home.

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