Author Note: what is in italics is from the end of finale. Please review. I will not post new chapter unless I know people are reading and having reaction. I'm also going to do something where I suggest you listen to a specific song while reading each chapter. Just because I think it will help you gauge the mood and put yourself in the story in third person. This chapter suggested song(s) is Haunted(Michael Diamond Remix) by Beyoncé. Freak by Lana Del Rey.
Patch, a fallen angel, could feel. All my kisses, every touch. My warmth, the depth of my response to him.
He made a sound that was trapped between a laugh and a groan. Amazement lit his eyes. "I feel you." His hands roved up my arms, hastily exploring my skin, catching my face. He kissed me, hard. He shuddered with pleasure.
Patch scooped me into his arms, and I shrieked with joy. "Let's get out of here," he murmured, his eyes blazing with desire.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and nestled my head on the curve of his shoulder. His body was solid assurance, a warm counterpoint. And now he could feel me, too. A flush of anticipation burned under my skin.
This was it. Together. Forever. As we left it all behind, the sun warmed my back, lighting the way before us.
I knew of no better omen.
The walls inside Patch's studio reflected us both, our faces blurred by the dim candle light and the abstract pattern of white flecks in the black granite. He held my hand and led me into his bedroom. Once inside he walked around lighting candles as he went. When he finished he turned and walked slowly towards me giving me a wicked grin. The effects of which travel all the way down there.
"I've been waiting so long to make love to you," Patch whispered against my mouth, eyes bright with excitement. I flush. Oh my, wishes do come true. He leans down and kisses me gently. My blood flames.
"Are you sure about this?" He breathes out pulling away.
"Yes Patch," I rasp and his answering grin was triumphant. He grabbed my hands and walked toward the ultra modern enormous bed covered in black silk sheets and throw pillows. He gestures for me to lay on it and I am quaking like a leaf. This is it. Finally, after all this time I am going to have sex with none other than Patch Cipriano. And he was going to feel every bit of it. My breath is shallow and I lean up on my elbows not being able to take my eyes off him. He removes his jacket and shirt tossing them onto a chair while kicking off his boots at the same time. He's heart stoppingly beautiful. His black hair is a mess, his black eyes are bold gazing at me intently. Desire thick and hot pools deep inside me.
"Do you have any idea how much I want you, Angel?" He says crawling onto the bed coming to a stop when he kneeled in front of me.
"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?" He adds pulling the hem of my shirt up slowly, I help him get it off. He leans down and kisses me demanding, firm, and slow. My muscles clench in the most delicious fashion and I sigh into his mouth. He starts undoing my pants while placing feather light kisses on the corners of my mouth, my jaw, and down my neck. He peels it off me and throws it aside. I am in just a pair of simple white cotton fit panties.
"You're so perfect," he says gazing down at my body and I flush. Both my hands grab either side of his face and I pull his mouth to mine. His tongue and lips coax my own, I moan. He lowers his hips and I feel his erection through his jeans and against the thin layer of my panties. He languidly pushes against me and this time he moans into my mouth. My breath hitches, I can hardly contain the riotous feelings that are starting to rampage my body. I want him so badly. Tentatively I move my hands into the soft curls of his hair and pull gently, he groans softly. Releasing me suddenly he moves lower down the bed, grabbing my hips with both his hands he runs his tongue up my sex through the lacy panties. I groan, seeing him with his head between my legs, and feeling his mouth on me is so unexpected and sexy. My hands stay in his hair as I try to quiet my too loud breathing.
Patch looks up at me through his lashes as he leisurely pulls down my underwear. Without taking his eyes off of me he licks his lips, I cannot bring myself to look away. He leans forward and once again runs his tongue up the apex of my thighs, this time there was no barrier between his mouth and me.
"You taste so good," he murmurs with a look of pure pleasure on his face. I practically convulse panting and wanting. He runs his tongue up me again but this time he doesn't pull away. He stops at my clit and licks circles around it. Holy shit. I gasp and fall back onto the bed moaning. I feel rather than hear his soft chuckle. I squirm clawing at the silk sheets beneath me. His lips close around my clit and when he sucks I nearly spasmed. My whole body sings in sweet agony. But he just doesn't stop. I arch my back and my lips part as I groan, my legs stiffening. What's happening to me? It's like I don't have any control over my parts any more. Patch was pulling all the strings, playing me like an instrument. I fall apart in hands, I cry out as my nerves shatter into a million pieces.
Oh my god. Now I know what all the fuss is about. That felt extraordinary. When I open my eyes Patch is gazing down at me with a satisfied smile on his face. Wow. I'm sure there's nothing but gratitude and awe in my expression. He kisses me and my breathing is still ragged as I come down from my orgasm. One of his hands move down my torso to cup me intimately. His fingers slip over me easily. Briefly he closes his eyes and shudders.
"God, I want you!" He says huskily in my ear. I sigh audibly . He maneuvers to pull off his pants while still staying atop of me. When he does his hard on springs free and he moves further in between my legs, spreading them farther apart. I whimper when I feel him against me. Will it? How?
"Don't worry, just breathe and relax. I'm going to take care of you, Angel," he said reassuringly looking into my eyes. His hands were on either side of my face and he hovered over me.
"You really want to do this?" He asked tightly, jaw clenched and eyes burning. I could tell he was restraining himself with a lot of willpower.
"Please," I begged in a voice I didn't recognize as my own. It sounded low and hoarse. He positioned the head of his erection at my entrance and slid into me. The motion was tender but quick. I cried out still feeling a deep pinching sensation inside me as he ripped through my virginity. He stopped and gazed down at me with ecstatic eyes. His mouth was open slightly and his breathing was harsh.
"You're so tight," he groaned into my neck. I feel so full. The feeling of him inside me was overwhelming.
"I'm going to move baby," he breathed into my ear his voice strained. He eased out of me with exquisite slowness. He closes his eyes, groans, and then thrusts into me again. He moves steadily at first easing himself in and out of me. I moan, my body accepting his, like a key that fit into a lock. Then he speeds up, I moan even more enjoying pushing my hips up tentatively to meet his. He grasps my face with one hand kissing me hard. I feel something inside me building gradually like before. I start to stiffen as he thrusts on and on without faltering. My body quivers and bows underneath him. Mmm, I didn't know it would feel like this, as good as this. My thoughts are scattering. There's only pleasure, only me, only Patch. I unravel and explode around him as I climax calling out his name. When he comes he thrusts much harder and clenches my thigh so tight I'm sure there's a bruise left. He makes a guttural sound and with one final thrust stills, emptying himself inside me. I lay there panting and feeling my thumping heart between our chests.
When I finally gather my bearings and open my eyes Patchs are still closed. His head is resting on my chest and I run my hands through his hair stroking gently. At this he lifts his head to look at me his eyes dark but soft. He gently presses a kiss to the top of my breast and smiles at me sweetly. He rolls over beside me, pulling out. I wince at the unfamiliarity.
"Did I hurt you?" He asks laying on his back and turning his head to face me. I have to grin widely.
"You are asking me if you hurt me?" I giggle.
"The irony is not lost on me," he smiles sardonically.
"Seriously though are you okay?" He asks with wide eyes. I stretch feeling loose limbed and my bones are like jelly. I am completely tranquil after all the events that happened today. I grin at Patch again. Two orgasms! Coming apart at the seams. I had no idea what my body was capable of. I was wound so tightly and released violently. The pleasure was indescribable.
"You haven't answered me," he said frowning. He has a serious dark expression on his face.
"I'd like to do that again," I whisper, surprising myself. For a moment I think I see a fleeting look of relief in his eyes but it was gone as soon as it came. He leans in and kisses me sweetly.
"Demanding little thing aren't you?" He says to me with sleep lidded eyes. "Next time I promise you more but get some rest now, Angel. You've had a long day and it was your first time. I don't want to go again and hurt you." I pout and he chuckles kissing me sweetly again. He pulls me hallway on top of him and strokes my naked back with his fingertips softly.
"I love you Angel," I heard him murmur before I let myself go to the extreme exhaustion I've been feeling these past few days.
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