Roz
PATRICK’S skin was hot under her hands. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his. He let out an animalistic growl and wrapped his arms around her, picking her up and setting her on the dining table.
Roz wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his shirt up over his head. She let out an audible sigh at the sight of his tattooed arms. She couldn’t wait to explore those more. Spotting the love bruise on his chest that she had given him last time, she leaned forward and kissed it gently.
He growled again, snagging her lips back up to his, his fingers tangled in her long curls. She couldn’t stop running her hands over his broad shoulders and down his arms. She wanted to feel all of him.
She reached for the button on his jeans. She needed to get him naked. He pulled back and looked at her for a beat. His hands were still tangled in her hair, his chest heaving and his green eyes bright with desire, for her.
“Now who’s overdressed?” he teased, letting out a throaty laugh. She slid her hands into the waistband of his jeans and pushed them to the ground. His drumsticks clattered to the hard wood floor.
“Then undress me.”
Patrick wasted zero time in pushing up her T-shirt and peeling it over her head. She leaned back on her arms and let him take her all in. He let out another groan and leaned down, capturing a nipple through the red lace of her bra.
Roz let herself fall back flat on the table. The wood was cool against her heated flesh. His lips moved over her stomach, nipping and kissing her soft flesh. He undid her jeans, urging her to lift her hips so he could slide them off. He stood for a second, looking down at her. She had never felt so sexy.
Patrick dropped to his knees in front of her. “So.” He kissed her inner thigh. “Fucking.” A nip of his teeth farther up. “Beautiful.” He placed his mouth right over her lacy underwear, letting out a hum that vibrated through her whole body. Her hands went to his hair, and she pressed his face even closer against her. He dug his fingers into her hips as he scooted her closer to the edge of the table, her legs hanging over his shoulders.
He moved her panties to the side, spread her lips apart with his fingers, and flattened his tongue against her. “Fuck,” she bit out, and her hips bucked up against his face as she tugged on his hair. My God, his mouth really was fantastic. She hadn’t been just dreaming that. He swirled his tongue, he nipped, he soothed, he licked, he sucked, it was all so much for Roz.
“Fuck, Patrick.” She found her nipple through her bra and pinched it firmly, her other hand holding his face prisoner between her legs. He slipped a finger inside her, curling it just so. “Yes!” She looked down her body at his head buried between her thighs. He looked up at her, and as soon as their gazes met, she was a goner. Her orgasm swept over her, goosebumps popping up on her heated flesh and stars dancing in her eyes.
She kept her gaze on him the whole time. He stared right back never slowing down on his sweet torture. He added another finger, moving them rapidly in and out of her soaking wet pussy. She was practically panting at that point. “I’m going to come again.” She barely got the sentence out before her orgasm washed over her. She squeezed her eyes shut because eye contact with him was just too much right now.
Roz felt him move, her legs dropping back down to the floor. She opened her eyes to see him rolling on a condom. Her legs felt like Jell-O and she still hadn’t quite caught her breath. This was so much better sober. She almost couldn’t believe it was really happening.
Patrick picked up her legs again, positioning them around his hips. “Sorry, you’re not going to be on top this time.” He grinned sexily. She had no plans on fighting him. He probably could have done whatever he wanted to her at that point. He lined himself up, and in one swift move, buried himself deep.
“Miérda!” Her hips bucked off the table and met his deep thrust. He leaned over her, his big arms on either side of her head. She dug her nails into his tattooed biceps, holding on for dear life as he pounded into her. His dick was so wide it rubbed all her walls. It was incredible. He was incredible.
“God, Roz, you feel amazing,” he breathed, leaning down and capturing her mouth.
She met him feverishly, feeling as if she couldn’t get enough. It built inside her again. She squeezed her thighs around his hips, put her feet on his ass, and pulled him in even deeper.
The table squeaked and scooted back a bit with every thrust from his hips. He reached between their bodies and gave her clit a little flick. She wasn’t sure she could hold on much longer. She closed her eyes and pressed her head back against the wood.
He straightened and gripped her thighs tight just driving into her. She was sure she would have bruises from his fingers later.
“Patrick…Dios mia!” she cried, bucking her hips up off the table to meet his thrusts. She opened her eyes to drink him all in again. He glistened with sweat, breathed heavy, and looked right at her. Why did she feel so exposed? Since when did eye contact have that much of an effect on her?
Patrick gave her a slow smile, sending her a wink. She came in a burst of white light, her pussy tightening around his cock, but he never even slowed his tempo. She grappled for something to grab on to, and she found her heavy breasts, still in her red lace bra. Pinching her nipples, she rode out one of the best orgasms of her life, all while still maintaining eye contact with the gorgeous man above her. What are you doing to me? She had to look away. It was so intense, her chest tightened and she wasn’t sure she liked what that meant.