“Woman, I’m not letting you go, regardless of what else happens. You’re mine.”
“Think so, huh?” she whispered in a voice laced with humor and then purred as she grasped his hardened dick. “You’re so hot and big. Is this for me?”
He flexed in her hand. “All yours, Luce.”
The need to be inside her was strong, and he pulled back, unwilling to rush when he wanted to feast on her first. He stayed there for a moment just taking her in. Her pale flesh was luminescent against the burgundy upholstery of her couch in the dimly lit living room. Her hair was spread all around her and flowing over the edge of the couch in black waves that glimmered in the lamplight. He groaned at the sight of her completely bare pussy.
She gave him a playful grin and bit her lip, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. “You like?” Her blush told him this must be a new development and despite her smile she’d been unsure of what he’d think.
“Like is such a weak word, Luce. I’d love your pussy no matter whether you waxed it bare or left it alone. You’re beautiful. All of you,” he murmured as he laid his fingertips against her and winked at her. “You’re hot and wet. Is this for me?”
She panted as she rubbed her pussy against his hand and nodded. She gripped the sofa armrest above her head and her breasts swayed with her movements. Like a magnet to steel, he came to her and pressed his lips against her abdomen, just below her navel. Her belly fluttered at the stimulation and he smiled when he felt her tremble. He wasn’t the only one affected by the moment. “I’m on the pill, Patrick.”
“I’m clean. I haven’t been with a woman since Elizabeth. I was tested right after…you know…to make sure. I’ll use a condom if you’d like.”
“No need. I believe you. Just go easy. It’s been a while.”
No other words could’ve affirmed his desire to take good care of her like those did. She’d always inspired his protective instincts. The last thing he wanted was to be too rough with her.
“Oh, Patrick,” she whispered as he kissed a trail to the side of her mound, at the top of her upper thigh. He rubbed his beard stubble against her inner thigh as he moved downward and kissed her smooth pussy.
She clenched at his shoulder and a needy sound came from her throat as he parted her lips and traced the tip of his tongue over her swollen inner lips. The scent of her juicy, sweet cunt was nearly enough to make him lunge at her and plunder her ripe flesh like a caveman, but he held back.
He slid his tongue over the other side and she arched her back and froze, panting his name. He dipped his tongue into her entrance, heard the catch in her throat at the same time her cunt clenched on his tongue and he knew she teetered on the edge.
He played out the moment, licking deeper with the next stroke, and heard her tiny sob as she whispered, “Yes.” He dipped in one more time and slid his fingertip across her clit and knew triumph as her cunt convulsed. He licked at her and sucked at her clit, drawing a muffled cry from her as she rode the waves of her orgasm, bucking her hips which he realized he was holding in his hands. He pleasured her until she was wrung out and limp beneath him and then looked up at her.
She’d muffled her cry with her hand over her mouth and lay replete, a blush filling her cheeks. Now ravenous, Patrick prowled over her until they were face-to-face. Her smile was radiant as she stroked his biceps and wrapped her calves around the backs of his thighs, welcoming him.
He pressed his lips to hers, swallowing her moan as he nudged her slick cunt with the head of his engorged shaft. So hot and welcoming he nearly came right then. Just as he flexed to enter her, they heard of series of thuds and thumps and muffled cursing erupted from her bedroom down the hall.
Chapter Three
In the throes of a nightmare, Beck landed painfully hard on the wood floor and his stomach rolled as the nausea returned. A satiny throw pillow bounced off of his head. Throw pillow?
He was disoriented in the dark room and felt around as he shoved the pillow off, looking for a piece of furniture or some other marker that would indicate where he was. He jammed his thumb against the base of an unfamiliar nightstand and he crawled over to it, hoping there was a lamp on it. Shards of pain filled his vision as the light blinded him and he cursed again.
“Beck! What happened?” Lucy and Patrick said simultaneously as they rushed into the room. Beck squinted at them and his jaw dropped as Lucy pulled her robe closed but not before he saw the swell of a plump breast and glimpsed a nipple. On any other night, he would’ve wanted a closer look. Much closer. But tonight he felt like the living dead.