Kat gasped as Patrick's weight landed on top of her, though he had managed to avert most of it to his elbows which were resting beside her head. She smiled as his head dipped down and he took one of her nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the quickly hardening bud and his teeth grazed over it briefly, bringing a sound from her that was closely akin to a growl.
His hand came up to cup the breast he wasn't current paying attention to and as his thumb brushed over that nipple. The duo sensation of both of her breasts being stimulated at once caused a jolt to rip from the top of her head all the way down to her toes.
He moved his head, letting go of her nipple with a slight popping noise that gave testament to how hard he had actually been sucking at her skin. Then his lips moved to the valley between her breasts and he paused there to lathe her flesh for a moment before continuing on to her other breast.
He wasn't as slow with his exploration. The obvious impatience of his movement was evident in the way his fingers brushed over her. But she didn't mind.
She was actually growing quite impatient herself. She wanted to feel him, wanted him so badly her insides burned like they were on fire.
Just as his hands came to rest on either side of her hips, the phone on her table began to dance and twerp obnoxiously.
He raised his head, dropping her nipple again with that popping noise and glared daggers at the phone.
She moved only enough to flail her hand out to search for the device. Finding it, she snatched it up and pushed the connect button without seeing who it was.
" What ?" She fumed into the phone as Patrick glanced up at her for a moment. Then resume his exploration of her with his lips and tongue.
" I'm just cheeking on you, Sweetheart." Her father's voice answered. " Is everything okay ? You sound a little upset." Her eyes widened at the sound of his voice and her entire body went rigid as if he could see where she was and what she was doing through the phone.
" I'm fine, Dad." Patrick looked up at her immediately at hearing who she was speaking to and a slow, devious smile spread across his face.
Her eyes widened in warning and her stomach sunk to her feet as he put his mouth right back over her breast and began to suck harder than he ever had. His lips left her breast after a moment and moved upward, skating over her chest, teasing her with quick licks and soft nips. She stifled a gasp as he followed the curve of her neck with his tongue. Then another as he grasped the earlobe without the phone pressed to it and bit down gently.
" Are you sure ? It really sounds like something's wrong."
" Is everything alright at the hospital ?" She tried to change the subject quickly as she realized the words ' I'm about to have sex with my boyfriend' were on the tip of her tongue. The guilt she always felt at lying to him was there, evident in her 'almost' declaration. But she pushed it away. There were some things a parent, especially one like her father, simply was better off not knowing.
Patrick shifted and suddenly he was looking up at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eye and she was truly afraid of what he was going to do next.
Her father droned on about Breech births and difficult labors and she did her best to listen to what he was saying, but it was a useless attempt.
She reached out to swat at Patrick who was now moving his hand down her side with easy, nimble fingers. He blinked down at her in feigned innocence.
She heard something about Bianca from her father and realized he was asking about her.
" She's home, been home all day actually. Apparently Joey stood her up." she answered.
" What about the 'man-boy' ? He wasn't there while I've been gone, was he ?" Her father asked.
Kat tried to quiet a groan as the man-boy in question raked his fingertip under the waistband of her pants. All the while his mouth was moving over every part of her that he could get to. The distracting intensity of the feel of his hands and lips on her skin was making it hard to concentrate on what her father was asking. Then she remembered and swallowed hard to try and bring some clarity to her thinking.
" He hasn't been here at all." She lied, though she hated to do it.
Patrick was now tugging at her pants and she didn't even realized she was doing it as she raised her hips to help his progress. Once he divested her of her remaining clothes, he set back and looked at her for a few long moments. Then his hand came to rest on her bared thigh and slowly he began to move it upwards. The heat of his touch on her inner thigh caused everything inside her to liquify instantly. When he inadvertently grazed his knuckle across her folds as he tried to move his hand to her other leg, she jerked.
The moan was inescapable and even Patrick snatched his eyes to her face in horror as his hand quickly retreated from her body. His face was a mask of apology and concern as she tried to cough over the slip of the tongue.
" You aren't coming down with something, are you, Honey ?" Her father asked, full of concern.
" I'm fine, I think I just swallowed wrong." She hedged, immediately. Then she thought about that and an idea came to her suddenly. " Actually I haven't been feeling very good all day. I think I'll just take some NyQuil and go to bed early."
It was a rouse to keep him from trying to cheek on her when he eventually made it home and she prayed that it would work.
" You do that." Her father answered. " It'll probably be morning before I get home anyway. This is looking like an all-niter. Apparently this baby isn't ready to face the world."
Patrick's hand was back to her hip now, all signs of contriteness and remorse gone from his face.
" Do what you have to do, Dad. We're fine here. Bianca is safely tucked away in her room studying and I'm going to bed." She told her father, hoping to get him off the phone quickly.
" Alright. Have a good night, Sweetie. I'll see you at breakfast, hopefully."
She clicked the phone off and gave it a fling where it landed somewhere with a thud. Then she grabbed hold of Patrick's shoulder and felt her fingers digging into it with bruising force.
" What the hell do you think you're doing ?" She demanded.
He chuckled and bent his head to kiss her, ignoring her hand completely. " Teasing you. It was fun."
" You are such an ass. If my father had suspected anything I'd be headed to a convent right now and you'd be heading to jail, or an E.R."
He shrugged and kissed her again. " But he didn't. You're a better actress than I've ever given you credit for."
His hand was still moving up her leg. When he reached her knee, he began the journey all over again in reverse. This time, however, he followed the natural curve of her body and the tip of his finger gently stroked through her course curls before tracing the outline of her lips. She completely forgot to be irritated with him any longer.
Her leg fell to the side on its own volition and she groaned as he skirted across her bundle of nerves once before sliding into her depths. Another finger joined the first one and he started to gently pump them in and out of her.
Her back arched into him and he dropped his head to her breast again, apparently one of his favorite spots.
" See," He whispered around a mouthful of breast. " I knew you couldn't stay mad at me for long."
She shivered and writhed under him as he began a scissoring motion with his fingers inside her. Her hand grasp his shoulder and she realized with more than a little embarrassment that she was clinging to him so wantonly, so desperately it reminded her of one of Bianca's trashy romance novels.
She felt something twist inside her as his thumb began to make tiny circles over her nerve center and every muscle in her body contorted at once as spots exploded in front of her eyes.
She was gasping when she began to remember where she was, her heart racing so hard it hammered against her ribs as if trying to escape.
" Oh my God." Patrick whispered into her hair as his lips brushed her ear. " That was the most incredible thing I've ever seen."
She opened her eyes lazily as she turned her head towards his. " It was the most incredible thing I've ever felt." She replied with a smile.
His lips covered hers in a tender, easy kiss that lingered for what seemed like hours. Her fingers tangled in his dark curls and he wrapped her up in his arms, surrounding her with his warmth and strength.
She felt like a moron as she tried to remove the idiotic smile from her lips, but it was a losing battle and she finally gave herself over to it.
" Don't you look pleased with yourself ?" He teased as he pulled back far enough to see her face.
" I am pleased with myself. And you should be too. For once in your life you have a right to your characteristic smug smile. And this time, I wouldn't even want to slap it off your face."
" Wow, now that is something to smile about, you not wanting to slap me."
" It's a rare occurrence. You should let yourself bask in it while it lasts." She joked, teasingly.
His lips found hers again and he shifted so his body was suddenly pressing into her. She felt his length, rigid and insistent, digging into her hip and it sent a shudder through her. " I'd rather bask in you." His voice was once again that low timbre that she didn't believe was humanly possible. It vibrated along her shoulder as his lips played across her flesh.
His lips moved from hers to find their way once again to her jaw, but this time instead of touching, they just brushed over her flesh as he began to speak, keeping his voice to the same tone as before and driving her insane with his words. " I have never seen a more hypnotic sight, than the way your hair and eyes catch the light." The tone and cadence of his voice told her it was poetry. He was reciting a piece of poetry as he ghosted over her body. She couldn't remember the piece. It was unfamiliar and some very small part of her mind was trying to recognize the artist. His breath breezed over her skin as he kept his lips just beyond touching her, using his words like a caress. Every syllable sent a new shiver through her. He continued his trek to her shoulder. " The glow of your skin, the blush on your cheek, the sounds you utter make me weak." He moved down her arm slowly, turning it in his hand to expose the inside of her elbow. " I'm helpless to do more than whatever you demand. For if your touch is the reward, I am at your command." He found her wrist and let his words flow over it before moving back up her arm. " You make me shudder as if in pain, every time you speak my name." He was back at her throat now and he paused long enough to kiss her before sliding back down the length of her body. " I'm powerless and frail under your touch, to hold you, to kiss you means so much."
She was shaking uncontrollably now. Every move he made caused a new thrill to jolt through her. She was mesmerized by his voice, captivated by his words. She wanted to ask him who the poet was, but the words were impossible. The deep resonance of his tone set her on fire. His breath blowing over her skin felt so good it was nearly painful. He was caressing her with words, stroking her body with a murmur instead of his hands. It was by far the most erotic thing she had ever experience and while that wasn't saying much, she was nearly positive she would still be able to make the same claim for years to come. He was at her stomach now ready to start speaking again, but it was too much. She couldn't take anymore.
With a shove at his shoulder, he landed on his back and she quickly reached into the bottom drawer of her nightstand and found the condoms she had stashed there. Grabbing one, she tore it open and made short work of rolling over his hardness.
Then she pulled at him until she had him over her. Bringing his lips back to hers she kissed him as his body settled into place over hers in a naturally comfortable position. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly to her as he shifted enough to bring himself into alignment with her.
Being his first time, she imagined it would be awkward. She anticipated a bit of fumbling before he managed to get it right. She should have known better when it came to Patrick. His movement was smooth as if he had done it a hundred times and he slid into her with one easy, effortless move.
He gasped into her mouth and she swallowed the sound as he continued to sink until he could go no further. Then he paused there, his eyes tightly shut and his head thrown slightly back as he experienced the newness of it all. She let him have as much time as he wanted, basking in the exquisiteness of being filled by him.
He opened his eyes finally and locked his gaze with hers as he began to move. It was little more than a slight swaying of his hips at first. His thrusts were shallow and easy as he discovered each new sensation. His hands, which rested on either side of her head flexed as he tried to curl his fingers into fists. He did just that when she pushed her hips upwards with a touch more force than he was exuding. A growl escaped from somewhere deep in his chest and it rocked her to her core. Again she raised her hips off the bed, impaling herself on him and causing his entire body to spasm. Her arms curled around his biceps and she thrilled at the way they flexed as he moved.
He moaned a touch more loudly than he should have when he finally pulled nearly all the way out of her before plunging quickly back in. Her teeth jarred with the force of his thrust and she groaned as well and tighten her legs around his waist while her fingernails dug into his arms. Encouraged by her reaction, he repeated the move over and over again until her head was swimming and her ability to think of anything beyond him vanished completely.
They settled into a steady rhythm, each of them helpless to stop the sounds falling from their lips as the intensity between them continued to build.
She gasped as he suddenly pulled away from her completely and nearly let herself cry out at the loss of him. But she restrained the urge just before it left her lips. He pulled her up into his arms and turned them until around. Her legs instinctively fell to the sides of his hips and he laid back, pulling her down with him. Adjusting herself to her new position, she found him quickly and sank down onto his length.
He threw his head back and clenched his eyes closed again, and his hands fell to her waist, holding her tightly in his grip as she began to move over him.
She raised off his chest and his eyes found hers again as she started a pace that was far faster then the one he had employed. Staring into her eyes, his hands moved up and down her sides a few times before coming to rest at her breasts. His thumb racked over her nipples again and it almost caused her to falter in her movements. Soon his hips were bucking into hers with a force that stole her breath. A sheen of sweat broke out over their skins as they began to pant for each lungful of air.
Before she knew what was happening, the room began to spin and the moment he dropped his hand from her breast and let it fall down between them to flick across her center, she was lost.
His hips were thrusting into her now so powerfully she could barely hold on and once her orgasm overtook her, she fell onto his chest as he plunged inside her one last time before falling as well.
She laid there in a boneless heap like a used up rag doll sprawled over his chest for a long time. The sound of his heart trying to rip through his ribcage and his raged breathing mirrored her own. The moisture gathering between them as their sweat covered, over heated bodies entwined was becoming uncomfortable. She started to move as reality began to return to the edges of her vision, but his hands came around her quickly, ceasing her movements and holding her tightly to him. Deciding that it was a war she didn't really mind losing, she relaxed against him.
His fingers drifted through her hair in a lingering, idle fashion as his heart began to slow and his breath returned to its normal rhythm.
Suddenly remembering the poem, she raised her head to look at him. " What was that poem ? Who was it ?"
His smile was lazy, yet there was an unsureness to it that she seldom saw from him. " Verona." He answered quietly.
She shifted bring her body to his side and folded herself into him. " That was you ? You wrote that ?"
He laughed. " Actually, I made it up on the spot. I'm thinking of calling it, ' Kat'."
Her eyes widened in surprise at this new information and he chuckled at the look on her face. "What ?" He asked finally. " Was it that bad ? I mean I know it needs work, but it was just a spur of the moment thing."
" You write ?" She asked at last.
He shrugged. " Occasionally. When the mood strikes."
" Wow," she whispered, lowing her head to his shoulder and snuggling into him further.
He moved, pulling his head down to hers and brushing his lips over hers. " Was that a good wow or a bad one ?"
She smiled against his mouth before pulling away. " It's like I'm getting these little bits and pieces from you about who you really are and each one of them just amazes me more." She tried to explain.
All the humor left his face suddenly and she was afraid she'd said something to upset him. " You know me better than anyone else in the world." He told her at last after a long pause.
She swallowed at the earnestness in his eyes. He meant it, meant every word and she was honored that he had chosen her to share himself with. " I love you." She told him, unable to think of anything else to say that would explain what his confession meant to her.
His lips brushed her forehead and his arm tightened around her waist. " I love you, too."
It was the last thing they said before both of them drifted off into a peaceful slumber.