Chapter 2: 11/7/15
My heart thumped hard and harder the closer we got to the townhouse. The windows of the reflected us both. Our faces blurred with the dim lighting and rain coming down on the outside. When I looked from the window to Patch his smile shifted.
"Nervous?" He asked placing a calming hand on my thigh. I contemplated the question for a moment. Was I nervous? Hell yes! He and I were just moments away from being intimate physically again. The first time had been after I eradicated devilcraft and Patch was given the gift of feeling physical sensation. I was always nervous when it came down to it but was the good nerves or the bad nerves? I have no clue. Before I could figure it out Patch pulled the Range Rover Evoque into the driveway of the townhome. He hopped out and came to my side to help me out.
At the front door of the town house he removed his hand from my lower back to dig in his pockets for the keys but came up with nothing. He fumbled. Ha! Who's nervous now. He found the key in the inside pocket of his leather jacket. I liked his laugh when he pulled it out and fit it into the door. He shook it a little bit and muttered a curse I deciphered by tone and not by word. He jiggled the key in the lock again hands so big they engulfed the small piece of metal. I couldn't stop staring at his hands.
"Fuck! I can't get the door open," he said clearly and held the key in the palm of his hand out toward me. I reached for it, our hands touched. Then somehow his hand had encircled my wrist and I was sandwiched between the front of him and the still closed door. My mouth was already open for him when he leaned in to kiss me passionately. His hands slid lower down down my back and over my derrière. He hissed into my mouth and his hands tightened appreciatively on my ass. There was nothing fast and hard about it. His tongue intertwined with mine slowly. Lower his bulge nudged me through the barrier of his jeans.
"Open the door," he broke the kiss off long enough to whisper into my mouth. One of his hands turned the knob at the same time one of mine rammed the key into the lock. Behind me the door flew open with the pressure of both our bodies. But neither of us stumbled. Patch was holding me too tightly for that. He lifted me mouth still on mine and kicked the door shut behind him. The slam of it echoed deep inside me. Breathing hard Patch pulled away to look into my eyes. Sharp black orbs met stormy grey.
"You're okay with this?" He asked me every time things went beyond the point of no return. I found this sweet and honorable of him.
I found the voice to rasp, "Yes Patch and I always will be. My body is yours now."
"When we are like this I want you to call me Jev," he murmurs to me. Like this? It took me a second to register what he was talking about them I nodded. He took my mouth again and step by step carried me to the master bedroom. When we got there he tossed me gently onto the plush mattress and sheets. Though the toss took my by surprise I lay giggling in the middle of the bed. He grinned at me and took off his jacket and shirt. His cheeks were flush and his eyes were slightly lidded with sleep. He climbed on the bed and reached for me. My arms went around his neck, my legs around his waist. I found his throat with my mouth. His skin tasted like salt. My shirt had ridden up helped by Patch's hands. One of his large hands cupped my breasts and my breath hitched. I looked up to see him looking down at me with mingled amusement and something else I couldn't quite decipher. I sat up a little pushing back but not pulling away.
"What?" I asked.
He shook his head smiling, "Nothing."
"It can't be nothing," I said imploring. "You're looking at me funny." He leaned in to catch my mouth in another blissful kiss. Speaking without taking his lips from mine he said,
"I just didn't expect you to be so responsive." To prove his point he laid me back on the soft bed pulled off my shirt and bra and proceeded to play with my breasts. His warm mouth closed over one of my part nipples. He started off slowly at first as if he was testing the waters. But the sounds I was making him made him more comfortable to get a little playful. He nibbled, licked, kissed, and nuzzled both of my nipples in turn. All the while his fingers skimmed my legs and the hem of my skirt. Sometimes he would occasionally brush my panties he never actually touched me there. I whispered his name finally unable to take the torture any more.
"Jev, you're killing me," I said hoarsely. He smiled and finally moved to pull off my skirt and panties.
"Can I make it up to you?" He said in the sexiest tone I'd ever heard him use. We made eye contact and I nodded silently. He turned his hand and moved it to touch me. Gently rubbing up and down my sex. When he felt that I was ready he slowly pushed his long index finger inside me. I moaned in delight. The feeling was unfamiliar but oh so good.
"How am I doing so far?" He said as his lips brushed my cheek and his hand kept up the ministrations. Speaking took concentration I didn't have with his hand on me. So far he hadn't done anything but make my mind mush. And we hadn't even gotten to the most important part. His mouth planted kisses down my neck, between the valley of my breasts, over my stomach, and on me down there. Not quite where I was anticipating but just a little bit lower and he'd have me like puddy in the palm of his hands. Who am I kidding? He already does. He pulled his index finger out of me and put it in his mouth to taste without hesitation. Holy shit. That was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. He grunted and the expression on his face was one of pure ecstasy.
"So sweet Angel," he said to me in mind speak. I smiled happy to know that he enjoyed me in that way. Nobody has ever gone down on me before and I was worried about how I might taste or smell to Patch. But it looked like he wouldn't be able to get enough of it. He put both of his hands on the inside of my thighs and nudged them apart so that I was more exposed to him. I felt his breath on me and tensed.
"Wow you're gorgeous. Just Relax," he said and I took a deep breath. Not a second later his mouth was on me. He softly suckled my clit then licked me up and down. Sensations started ripping through me. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. I moaned and arched beneath him. My hands moved to the back of his head to the smooth silk of his hair. I wound my fingers in it, pressing him to me keeping his mouth there while he licked and sucked at my skin. He kept this up until I was writhing beneath him. Then suddenly he stopped. I whined and he laughed.
"I want to feel you cum while I'm inside you Angel," he said standing up.
His fingers toyed with his belt buckle then the button below it. He undid it and the zipper inch by slow inch. He pulled the jeans over his hips and let the fabric fall to the floor. My eyes didn't even follow the pants instead they stayed on him, enjoying the show. His body was as long and lean as his legs. I'd never seen him so exposed like this before, I reveled in this moment. He looked at me and his mouth pulled up on one side.
"You like what you see?" He asked snarkily. I nodded silently.
"What's wrong Angel? Cat got your tongue?" He asked climbing back onto the bed. It wasn't until then I realized I haven't spoken word since we had started. Maybe he was getting worried. I implored myself to speak but nothing came out.
"C'mon Nora. Say something. Anything"
"I love you, Jev," I said finally. He gave me a sincere smile and crawled between my legs. I felt his bare skin touch me down there. Though I hadn't looked at him down there yet I could tell he was big and heavy. I stretched and he bent somehow we met in the middle with our mouths. He covered me completely now but I didn't feel squished. I felt embraced. There was so much of Patch he surrounded me and clouded my senses.
"I hope you're ready Angel because I can't take this for much longer," he whispered. I could tell by the small strain in his voice he was holding so much of himself back.
"I'm ready," I breathed out to him. A moment after that he gently pressed himself against me. With enough pressure he slid into me slowly. He met very little resistance. I braced myself as he pushed info me as deep as he can go. I gasped and my hands gripped his hips tightly. It felt like I was being pinched hard deep inside me. But the pain subsided within seconds. We looked into each other eyes. He moved at first with slow and steady strokes. We found our rhythm almost at once. My clit rubbed against his pelvis with every movement he made. The pressure was tantalizing. I moaned and sighed at each movement. Strong sensations crashed over me so fast that it took me by surprise. My nerves ebbed and waved all over my body. Hard and almost sharp the pleasure peaked as Patch continued to thrust in and out of me. Now I know what all the fuss was about. This felt euphoric. Warmth rippled through me and languor crept along my ribs. I wrapped my arms around his abdomen and placed my hands on his back.
I didn't know how close he was but when I opened my eyes his were closed. His hands clutched my hips and his thrusts got harder. A light sheen of sweat had broken out on his chest and beads of it slipped down his abdomen. Scorching heat radiated off of him. And a sudden stab of fresh desire bloomed deep inside me. The feeling of it got better and better. More intense by the second until finally I let it go. I watched his face contort and he he groaned and grunted as I came around him. It was the most masculine sounds I had ever heard him make. His fingers clutched me probably leaving bruises and he let out one last long heavy breath.
He opened his eyes a moment later and smiled at me. His hand came up to cup my cheek and he gave a soft tender kiss. He also kissed my bare shoulder rolled onto his back and yawned. Unable to help myself I yawned too. He folded his hands under the back of his pillow and started at the ceiling. I moved to lay on his chest. He rubbed my naked back lulling me to sleep. I didn't take long for me to close my eyes and doze off into darkness.
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