We lay there with nothing left but the energy to breathe while she kept me in a tight grip with her legs. I had a hold of her equally as tight with my face buried in the crook of her neck.
“Patrena?” I breathed.
“Tywin…” She sighed, echoing my call.
“Are you okay?” I asked, hoping I hadn’t allowed my excitement to get the best of me and I’d handled her too roughly.
“I’m good.” The expression of satisfaction on her face was as clear as if she had drawn me a picture. After several deep breaths, she suggested, “Let’s go to my bed.”
There was nothing in the known universe with enough persuasive power to convince me to turn down her request. I untied her arms and helped her up after discarding the condom in the trashcan under the sink. Seeing her smile while wobbling on shaky legs assured me that I had done a good job.
If she only knew the vast depth of erotic explorations I planned on performing on her. She lead me to her bedroom, allowing me the chance to enjoy the sight of her ass painted rosy red with all the beautiful marks my smacks had left there.
Fuck, she was sexy. My roaming gaze stopped at her upper back and right shoulder blade. Was that a partial tattoo I was seeing? Half of it was covered with what I believed was flesh-tone makeup and our not-so-gentle sex had caused some to rub off.
I tilted my head in an attempt to focus on it and piece together what it was from the portion I saw. Why did the part of the tattoo I did see look familiar? It was a square of vintage monogram, a partial letter entwined in flowering vines of metal.
Once we arrived at her bedroom, I stopped at the door, leaning against the sturdy frame. “The tattoo on the back of your shoulder. What is it?”
Her back was still to me and my question froze her in place and made her whole body stiffen. Her hand zipped up her shoulder where the tips of her fingers covered it. She turned around, and seeing her so gloriously naked distracted me.
“Please pretend you didn’t see that. It was a mistake I need to fix.”
She was tense and her tight expression was laced with worry or was it a hint of fear I detected? Distracted by her beautiful naked body or not, there must have been a story behind that tattoo. Based on the creases at the edges of her eyes and her shifting gaze, I was sure it wasn’t a good one.
She pinned on a smile, aiming to spread light on whatever had just happened. I returned her smile and decided I would respect her request for now. However, my curiosity was piqued, and I would’ve been lying if I said I didn’t want to know what that tattoo was all about.
I moved to enter the room, but I was momentarily transfixed. It was in that moment when I realized I had never been inside a woman’s bedroom before. I usually took them to hotels or we fucked in a place of convenience like a bathroom stall, in an alley, or in a car, but never in her bedroom. Now that my sex life was playing out in my head, I found it interesting that I had never had sex in any women’s bedroom in my life.
Patrena waited, glancing over her shoulder without making a move until I took the steps and wedged myself, flush against her back. I spun her to face me, loving the excitement that flashed in her gaze every time I manhandled her. Her confidence was fuel to my drive for her that would never burn out.
However, there was something else I saw peeking out behind those big browns. She needed care, tenderness, and maybe even security. The sight of her vulnerability dialed down the intensity in my sexual intentions. She needed to know that I saw more than her sexy body and wanted more than to get laid, and I respected her enough to give her whatever it was she needed.
I reached up and cupped her cheek, tilting her head up while I lowered mine to place my lips atop hers. The kiss was filled with tender affection, surprising me because I didn’t know I was capable.
She soaked in the sentiment, returning the kiss with a caress as tender and filled with just as much care and whatever else we were exchanging. Whatever it was, it was as addictive as any drug known to man.
We eased back from each other, our breathing raspy and flowing out in quick pants. What was that? I didn’t have to ask to know that she was thinking the same because we just stood there staring at each other, speechless and unmoving. I immediately wanted more, but the connection had been so potent that something within screamed for me to stick to what I knew.
My fingers slowly roamed and caressed her body, leaving a trail of goose bumps that made her quiver and her hips dance. I wanted to stroke everything, so I took my time, running a slow hand down her neck before I kissed her there and next sent a hand up her back.
She mirrored my movements, exploring, enjoying, and going with the change in our sexual flow. This was a first. Usually, my moments with any woman involved straight fucking and although I had fucked her in the dining room, I sensed that she wanted this unhurried version of the act too. And for a reason I didn’t understand, I desperately wanted to give it to her despite the yelling in my head telling me to stop now while I was still able.
We fell into the bed together, kissing and laughing, having fun, and enjoying each other with caring and expressive hands. I preferred my usual rude roughness, but I wanted Patrena to remember each side of my sexual exploits, even this side, one she must have been bringing out of me.
I rolled on top of her, and the feel of her legs automatically wrapping around me had me grinning and dragging my lips and tongue against her tight nipples. Her back arched off the bed and she released a lazy moan in my ear, the sound filling my desire with more energy. I bit her nipple before licking and squeezing her tight bud between my lips. We reached down together, each lending a hand in gripping my dick.
“Shit,” I exhaled into the flesh of her neck. She was teasing the leaking head with her fingertips.
“What’s wrong?”
“Out of condoms,” I said, praying that she had some.
“I don’t bring men to my house—ever. So, don’t look at me. I don’t have any.”
That was the best confession I’d heard all year, but we still had a problem. Her hands were still sliding up and down my dick and the eager glint in her eyes was telling me she was about to take it, no matter what kind of issues we had.
“I’m clean and on birth control. Do you really believe I’d do something as crazy as trapping a Vallin or as foolish as giving you something?”