I parted my legs farther, urging him on, wanting the skill of this man’s touch, because if it was anything like his kisses, it was bound to feel good.
When he finally touched me, the spark he created ricocheted through me, and I bucked against him. He chuckled at my sudden movement.
“Is that the spot?”
I nodded even though he already knew.
He stroked me softly, coaxing a reaction, and the spark shot through me again. I pressed myself into him, seeking friction, seeking more.
Every time he passed his finger tip over me, he rolled my clit gently and my body responded, the heat inside me growing at his gentle touch. It was barely there, little more than a tease, but it worked.
He gathered moisture from my entrance, stroking it upward, moving my clit again until he set a rhythm that I didn’t want him to stop.
No one had ever turned me on so quickly, although perhaps the foreplay had started at the bar. I’d wanted him from the moment I saw him. That much couldn’t be denied.
I surrendered to the moment, sinking into the comfort of a bed with a price tag I couldn’t even imagine, while an incredible man lavished me with the most intimate of attention, and pressed magic kisses to me as his scent consumed part of my soul, creating a space for itself, embedding itself deep inside me.
His rhythm steadily increased, working me into a gradual frenzy beneath his touch.
My breathing changed, becoming ragged and increasingly out of my control, and he encouraged me forward with fluttery kisses.
As my orgasm approached, I sucked in one last breath and clamped it inside my chest. Wings seemed to beat inside me, and my body pulsed with a brand new tempo.
But Patrick didn’t let up, and I giggled, struggling to push his hand away.
“No?” He quirked an eyebrow.
“Too sensitive.” I laughed again.
“Oh, really? You’re not the only one who likes a challenge.” As he spoke the last word, he pushed himself further down the bed and worked his arms beneath my thighs, lifting my now-Jell-O legs and draping them over his shoulders. “I’ll be gentle.” His whispered words barely registered before his tongue lapped softly at my still-swollen clit.
I squirmed at the fresh sensation and murmured sudden pleasure.
My hands found his hair on their own, and he lifted his head slightly. “Is that a yes?”
My cheeks warmed. There was no hiding this greediness.
“No one has ever managed it before,” I offered. “Not two so quickly.” And that much was true.
No one else had ever tried.
“Challenge accepted.” His tongue was wet and soft as he drew it over me, and I relaxed into a fresh rhythm, lifting my hips when I needed more, rocking against his face to gain the friction I wanted.
Even just the idea of this man’s face between my legs aroused me, and I closed my eyes to better experience the touch of his tongue and the sounds we both made.
Then I gasped as he probed one of his fingers at my entrance. He didn’t even push inside, just played with the sensitive skin there. I whimpered at the heat it sent through me. When he finally pushed it inside me, I panted. He thrust his finger in again as he sucked my clit into his mouth, and I made yet another noise that I couldn’t keep inside.
I covered my eyes like I could hide when I should have covered my mouth, but I wasn’t thinking. I was completely at his mercy as another orgasm rolled through me, this one lazier than the first, yet my body clenched around his finger as though looking to trap him where he was.
I was good for nothing now. Completely relaxed and sated, and I watched him lazily as he returned to lie beside me.
“You’re overdressed,” I murmured as I glanced at the underwear he still hadn’t removed.
“Safer this way,” he said. “I couldn’t give into temptation.”
The idea that I tempted him filled me with excitement. I wanted more.
“Take them off.” I snapped the waistband against his skin.