“I can see you’re fighting it, baby. Give in, and let yourself live a little.” His lips brushed against hers and travelled down to her throat.
She glanced around the garden and saw it was virtually empty. There was no one around to witness her seduction. Jennifer wrapped her hands around his neck and pressed her body against him. She might regret her decision in the morning, but for now, she wanted to submit to him. The power he held in the palm of his hand was intoxicating. She craved what only he could give her. For once she wanted to give in, and Patrick didn’t think she was fat. He appeared to love her curves.
Pushing all of her doubts away Jennifer allowed herself to be taken.
****
Her scent would stay with him forever. He smelt oranges and spices. Patrick knew the moment he’d seen her in the library she was different. There was nothing false about her. He knew nothing else about her apart from her name, but he wanted her. The shot of lust at the sight of her had startled him. Her body moulded to him as if she’d been born to be there.
The curves of her breasts and the feel of her ass against his palm were almost too much to endure. Patrick wanted her naked and wet against the ground. He’d spotted her before she entered his library. Her brown wavy locks and the outline of her body in the gown she wore made his cock thicken. The sight of her alone was enough to make him desperate. Then she’d stared at him with her emotional brown eyes, and he was lost.
He’d heard somewhere that the eyes were the looking glass into the soul. Staring into her beautiful eyes Patrick knew the words were true. He ran his thumb over the plump flesh, relishing the feel of her against his thumb.
“You’re incredibly beautiful,” he said.
The blush that stained her cheeks hypnotised him. He didn’t know women were still innocent enough to blush.
“You’re only saying that to get into my pants.”
“I’m saying it because I mean it.”
Patrick cupped her face and tilted her up to look at him. Her skin was silky smooth to the touch. He caressed her face with the back of his fingers, loving the small touch.
She let out a gasp, and he knew she was as taken with him as he was with her.
Gazing down her body he saw her nipples were hard points pressed against the fabric of her gown. He followed a path with his hand and stroked the bud.
She moaned. The sound was deep and throaty.
He pulled the strap of her gown down enough to expose her naked breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The body of the dress had one built in. Patrick glanced at her full, ripe nipple. The tip was cherry red and tight with the chill of the air.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to take your nipple between my lips and suck it into my mouth.” He grazed the tip with his nail, watching her eyes dilate from the action. “Then I’m going to take you to the ground and fuck you until you’re screaming my name. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Her moans turned into desperate cries. Bending down he took her bud between his lips. At the same time as he sucked her nipple, he stroked her inner thigh. He kept moving his hand up her legs until he cupped her sex. She was dripping wet. Coating his finger with her cream, he pushed his finger inside her.
He felt her fingers tighten in his hair. Closing his eyes, he nibbled and sucked at her nipple while he stroked her creamy slit. He pressed two fingers inside her channel. She pressed down on his digits taking more of him inside her.
When he could no longer take the torment, he concentrated on her clit and bringing her to orgasm.
Patrick felt her building release within seconds of his stroking her. Her breaths turned to pants, and her body shook with the need to come.
He slammed his lips down on hers when her climax took over her whole body.
For several seconds he kissed her lips and neck before easing away.
“That was amazing,” she said.
The wonder on her face made him chuckle. “You act like a man has never given you pleasure before.”
She looked down his body. “None as good as that,” she said.
Patrick brought her fingers to his lips and licked the cream off. He enjoyed the taste of her musky cunt and wanted more of her. Patrick knew in that instant he’d never grow tired of her. There was so much more to her, and he wished to be the man to find out everything about her.
“You taste divine.” He took her hand and pressed her palm against his hard cock. “Feel what you do to me. I need to do more than suck your tit and taste your cunt. I need my cock inside you. Please say you want it as well.”
Jennifer moaned in his arms. Her palm stroked him through the layers of clothing.
“I want that to. I couldn’t deny you, Patrick.” Her head rested against his. “Fuck me,” she said.
In his lifetime, many women had requested for him to fuck them. He’d hated being told what to do and when. Patrick liked being in charge. The words coming from Jennifer’s lips sounded more of a plea than a command. The flush on her face made her look so tempting and delicate.
Brushing away all of his thoughts he took her hand, leading her around the back of the gazebo to relative privacy.
He kissed her lips, wanting to feel and hear her whimpers once again. Her hands wrapped around his neck pressing against him. Patrick took her to the ground and worked his hand beneath her dress. He removed his jacket and placed it on the ground before putting her on top. The grass stains would be hard for her to explain.
“I need you,” he said. The urgency he felt shocked him to the core. His hands shook as he unzipped his pants. He pulled his hard cock out and stroked his shaft.
“Open your legs.”
Jennifer opened her thighs for him. He stared down at her creamy slit. Her cum leaked out of her pussy.
“Please, Patrick, I want you,” she said.
He pushed the top of her dress down to expose her large breasts. They filled his palm perfectly. The beaded nipple called to him. What was it about this woman beneath him that made her different from every other woman he’d been with?
Patrick grabbed his shaft and pressed the tip against her entrance. She was tight. He worked the tip of his cock inside and then grabbed her hips. Her hands grabbed his arms as he slowly eased inside her tight heat.
He’d originally wanted to fuck her hard whereas now he wanted to take it slow and draw out every touch and emotion. For the first time in Patrick Thompson’s life, he wanted to make love to a woman. When she went home he wished for her to remember only his touch. Patrick craved her.