So Wrong

A few minutes later, Patrick’s hot mouth surrounded my breast. My nipple became excruciatingly hard when his rough tongue lapped at it. I shrieked and lifted my hips to his. He somehow settled deeper inside me. I was opening up; my legs spread wider and my pussy desperately grabbed at him.

We didn’t speak. Words weren’t necessary. It felt like we were binding ourselves to one another, which was silly because I already considered myself bound.

I clutched his back when I felt my orgasm careening towards me.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

Patrick’s hips slapped against my own. He took his mouth off one breast to torture the other. My hands flew up to run through his hair and pull him closer to my chest.

Then he pulled back to look at me, wanting to watch me come. I fell apart around him just as he kissed me. My body trembled and shook, and I grasped at his hips to hold on.

Patrick sped up and fucked me through it until I nearly begged him to stop. His hands fisted the bedsheets harder and harder w