Patch strode towards me, calmly, cooly like he was completely prepared for what was about to happen. His thumbs were hooked casually into the belt loops of his black jeans.
The way he walked; so sexy, so alluring, made my heart beat eccelerate. I swallowed back my nerves and placed my hand cautiously on my chest just below my neck. It was hot and clammy.
I looked up to see Patch advancing in on me. "Come to me Angel" He whispered as his mouth came into contact with my ear. He grazed his teeth across my jawline until they came into contact with my lips.
Swinging my arms loosley around his shoulders, I kissed him back hungrily, with a burning passion deep within me, that was finally bubbling up to the surface of my emotions. "P-Patch" I mumbled, between kisses.
I could feel him smiling beneath my lips "You want me Angel?" He grinned as he curled his arms tightly around my waist.
"Yes," I breathed, "with every bone in my body." I pulled him closer to me; not daring to let him go. Ever.
His kisses deepened, our mouths worked together like dance partners working on an intricate routine that couldn't afford mistakes.
Not once letting his mouth leave mine, he pushed me gently back onto my couch. His hands were exploring my body in a way that may have looked vulgar from an outsiders veiw but from my perspective; the way he touched me was sexy, seductive and passionate. His soft hands ran over me, bursting with desire. A desire so hot, so desperate to be fulfilled that he could obviously hardly contain it. He moaned softly.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him as close to me as I could, until he couldn't be any closer, until our two seperate bodies were practically one.
"Oh Angel..." Patch groaned in my ear as his hands slithered up inside my shirt, lifting off over my head. I heard my top drop to the floor with a gentle thump as he threw it behind him. Suddenly a fresh, new, firey burst of passion, heat and love exploded from inside of me and within seconds I had ripped Patch's own t-shirt off his body and dropped it onto the ground. My hands groped and clawed at his naked torso, wanting him more than I had ever expected to want him. "I love you." I whispered, clearly by his ear. Patch paused. His mouth stopped kissing my neck and his hands stopped caressing my thighs. I heard him sigh, but it was more like a sigh of relief than a sigh of dissapointment.
"I love you too Angel." He grinned, kissing my seductivley on the ear lobe, "and nothing will ever change that. I love you and your mine, no matter what." Tangling my hands through his dark, messy hair, I whispered "Those words just made my entire purpose become more clear. Again my beautiful gaurdian, I love you" Kissing my neck, my shoulders, my chest and my neck again, Patch mumbled "all the more reason to make love, Angel."
That sentence sent a shiver through my entire body, making me shake with an emotion that I could only describe as lust. This was it. Patch's hands moved down towards my shorts, he gently slid them down to my ankles and when they reached my feet, I kicked them off. As I went to do the same for Patch's jeans; my hands started to shake. He took a hold of them, steadying them. "You don't have to do this Angel. Not unless you want to. Not unless your ready"
"Of course I want to" I said. He let go of my hands and I realised they were still and at that moment I knew I was ready. I un zipped Patch's jeans and yanked them down his legs, hardly being able to contain the burning desire within me. Patch slid his hands across my back, pulling me up right, I wrapped my legs tighter around him as he rose into a standing position. He carried me upstairs, kissing me along the way, stroking my arms, biting my neck.
When we reached my bedroom, we flopped onto the bed, giggling and kissing. Then for one single moment we stopped, frozen in time. The only sound was the matching thump of our heart beats and the soft but ragged huffs of our breathing. Patch looked at me. He looked at me in a way he had never looked at me like before. And the only emotion I picked up from his eyes was love. Pure, undying, love. Suddenly our underwear was off, strewn across my bedroom floor. I shivered, realizing I'd forgotten to turn on the heat when I got in. "Cold Angel?" Patch asked, as our bodies drew closer and closer together.
A small, shaky nod was all I could manage. "Don't worry," Patch said as he softly pulled my throw over our heads "I'll warm you up." He covered my shivering body in kisses. He ran his hands over every available space of skin he could reach. His hands traveled down my body until they were softly grazing the insides of my thighs.
I shuddered as an amazing heat seared through my legs and...else where. Gasping, I pulled Patch closer to me. "Now." I whispered, "I want you to make love to me Patch."
Looking me deep in the eyes, not letting go of my gaze, he grinned. "Your wish is my command," he paused, "Angel."
Closing my eyes, I waited for him to push himself inside me and when he did the most amazing pleasure shot through me. "Oh Patch!" I gasped, breathlessly. I hooked my legs around his waist and felt the push and press of his hips.
Groping and clawing against his back, I pulled my self closer to his body. I couldn't get enough of him. I felt my tight walls close around him, I was close, so close. "Patch," I repeated. "No..." I gasped as I felt him slow down, "Don't stop, please don't stop!"
I could feel his hot breath tickling my neck as he groaned and grunted, the pleasure obviously taking hold of him as well. "My Angel," he moaned, over and over, "My beautiful, beautiful Angel."
Pulling his face forward to meet mine, I crushed my lips to his and glazed my tongue over his teeth, he gently nibbled my bottom lip, only increasing the amounts of gorgeous pleasure that shot through me. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax and I wanted nothing more than to be there already.
"Say...say my name" I gasped, my voice becoming louder and more urgent by the minute.
"Angel..." He groaned, burying his face into my neck.
"My real name." I moaned, not being able to contain the up coming orgasm.
"Nora!" He whispered, biting my ear and nibbling at my shoulder.
He pushed into me, hips moving smoothly, in and out with no hassle at all. He was good. Too damn good. I could feel my toes curling and my forehead begin to sweat.
Gripping the bed sheets, I cried out as I climaxed. My chest heaving.
Patch came not long after I did, when he did he rolled off me and collapsed beside me, huffing loudly.
"I love you Nora Grey." He mumbled, pulling me under his arm.
"I love you too," I paused, "Jev Cipriano."
And with that, our bodies melted together, closing in on one another as if we were shaped to fit together. And I knew with out a doubt, our hearts were shaped to fit together aswell.