Kat's heart was still pounding in her ears when she felt the bed move and realized that Patrick was now laying beside her. She dropped a hand heavily to his chest, because gross motor skills were really all she was capable of and turned her head to smile at him, because smiling was all she was capable of, too.
" I was right." He smiled back at her. " Best sundae I've ever had."
She gave him a quiet snicker in answer and turned to her side, wrapping herself around him. His arm came around her and he tugged her closer against him. But the second he felt her skin against his, he moved away from her and laughed. " You were right. You're sticky."
Then he was off the bed. In the next instant, he grabbed her into him and she was off the bed. She had to quickly wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck to keep him from stumbling.
" What are you doing ?" She asked. " Put me down."
" No." He answered, walking them towards the door. " I'm cleaning up my mess. Doing my dishes like a good boy."
She laughed out loud at that. But still tried to stop him before he opened the door. " Bianca's here."
" She said she'd stay downstairs. We're just going to the bathroom." He waved off her concern. " It'll be fine."
Once in the bathroom, he sat her down on the counter and turned back to lock both doors before getting the water going. Then he came back to her and situated his body between her legs. His lips covered hers and she melted into him and wrapped herself around him again.
" This will be my first co-ed shower." She said when they finally broke apart.
" Mine, too." He answered with a smile and a twinkle in his eyes.
" Of course, that was the first time I've ever been used as a dish by anyone either."
" I've heard there are places in Japan where you can eat sushi off of a Geisha. You should apply. You're a very good piece of tableware." He said into her ear before running his tongue over the creases he found there. " I'll even give you a reference."
" Right." She laughed. " Because I would make an awesome Geisha."
He was wincing when he pulled back from her ear and moved to kiss her again. " Okay, probably not. I'll just keep you as my own personal plate."
She lowered her hands on his waist and moved the material of his boxers down his hips, sliding them from his body. He stepped out of them before coming back to her and bringing her back into his arms.
" Patrick, I can walk." She insisted.
" But I prefer you wrapped around me like this." He answered simply.
He stepped them into the shower and she reached out to slid the door closed behind them. She was afraid at first that he wouldn't be able to adjust the water just right for her. She was picky about her showers, like she was everything else. But the second the water hit her back she stopped worrying. It was perfect, just like she would have fixed it herself and she wondered how he could do that. It was scary how he seemed to be able to read her mind sometimes. He just knew things about her that he had no way of knowing.
The hot water rained down on her back as he continued to hold her in his arms and she sighed in contentment of the feeling in combination with the way his tongue was dancing around inside her mouth. His arms tightened as her skin became wetter and she started to slid out of his arms.
Finally with a sigh of his own, he put her back on her feet and turned her towards the shower.
She threw her head back and let herself become soaked. Turning back to him, she ran her hands through her hair to thoroughly wet it down as well.
He was against her again, letting his hands trail over her skin. " Are you purple or pink, not that I don't already know the answer to that ?"
" Purple." She answered knowing he was talking about the two body sponges in the holder that clasped around the shower head.
He chuckled as he took the correct sponge in his hand and grabbed the bottle of body wash as well. "I don't know why I even bothered to ask."
" It was kind of a stupid question." She agreed, turning back towards the spray of water.
She watched as he reached around her and placed the body wash back in the holder. Then he took her arm in his and held it out to her side. He dragged the webbed, puffy sponge over her skin, careful not to miss anywhere. Once he was done with that arm, he repeated the move with the other. Then he started on her back, soaping her up after moving her hair over her shoulder.
Turning her back towards him, his started on her front, sliding the foamy bubbles of the soap over every inch of her chest and shoulders and stomach. He carefully avoided her breasts at first, then when he was done with the sponge, having completely enveloped her entire body in bubbles, he set the sponge back in the holder and took her breasts into his still soapy hands. They slid over her skin easily and hypnotically. She let her head fall back as she simply enjoyed the feel of his hands on her skin. His thumb brushed her nipple and she jerked in response. Then he was moving. His hands sliding down her body, gliding down her chest and stomach until he reached her center.
He turned her then, and drew her back flush against his chest. He was wet too and she loved the feel of his soaked skin against hers. His hand was still resting right at her pelvic line, poised just above her center and she squirmed a little against him, eager to feel him touching her again. His other hand was at her hip, holding her tightly against him, so closely she could feel his chest moving as he breathed.
Then his hand on her hip moved and came up to cup her breast in his palm. She shuddered and groan as he gave it a soft squeeze.
" God, you are so beautiful." He breathed against her throat before letting his lips brush kisses along its column.
He took a second to move one of her legs out a little before letting his still soapy hand move down to her, again, throbbing center. Her mind flashed back to remembering how he told her this wasn't all they would ever do before they had sex for the first time and she nearly laughed. This was going on their third time since they woke up together that morning. It seemed neither of them could manage to keep their hands off the other for very long. Not that she was complaining too loudly while his thumb was flicking over her tight bundle of nerves and his finger was buried inside her.
She reached out with one hand to brace it against the wall while her other snaked around him, burying itself in his thick, wet hair.
" Patrick," She sighed dreamily as he began to increase the pressure of his thumb and the speed in which he was moving his finger. He let another one join the first and she arched back into him. He was like a musician with his favorite instrument in his hands. His touch was precise and careful and loving. A master at playing her body and bringing out the most beautiful symphony of feelings inside her.
Her undoing this time was far less intense than the earlier one. This one just seemed to roll through her body in a wave of ecstasy that made her legs threaten to give out under her. But he was right there, holding her against him, promising her without words that he would never let her fall.
When it was over and she managed to bring her body back under control. She gave one last shudder before turning in his arms and leaning up to kiss him.
As she did, she maneuvered herself around, pushing him until his back was against the shower wall. Then she reached up and grabbed the sponge that he had used on her, adding a bit more soap to it, she lathered it up in her hands before bringing it up to his shoulders.
She did to him exactly what he had done to her, dragging the sponge along his skin slowly as she carefully made sure not to miss an inch of his flesh. She took a great deal of time with his chest. God, she loved his chest. The dark hair covering his pecks intrigued her and she watched in fascination as the soap's bubbles clung to it. She traced over the lines of his abs, bumping over each of them in turn before turning her attention to the divot in his body created by his pelvic bone.
His head was resting against the shower wall and his eyes were closed as he let her do whatever she wanted to him. She was touched by the amount of trust he gave her, knowing he was not the kind of person that trusted easily. It was a gift, a precious gift that he entrusted to her and she promised herself that she would never purposely take it for granted or do anything to make him take it back.
Her hand trailed further down his body and she heard him hiss as she brushed the sponge gently over the tip of his hardness, a hardness that looked painful in its intensity. It was only then that she realized that he had spent the last hour at least driving her beyond crazy without getting anything in return for his efforts. And here she was just now promising herself never to take him for granted.
She dropped down to her knees, still using the sponge to soap up his legs. He opened his eyes lazily at the change in her position and reached a hand out to her shoulder as he smiled down at her.
Her eyes locked on his as she flicked her tongue across the tip of his throbbing length and he let out a low growl from between clenched teeth. Then, still keeping her eyes on his, she ran her tongue down the underside of his hardness before wrapping her hand around its base. He dropped his head back to the shower wall and closed his eyes as a groan fell from his lips this time. She started moving her hand, slowly at first, up and down his entire length, pausing at the base to give it a squeeze before resuming her journey. His eyes were still closed and his lips slightly parted. His chest was rising and falling a bit more rapidly now and he occasionally sucked in a sharp, quick breath that made his whole body jerk at the movement. She wrapped her lips around him and took him as far into her mouth as she could, before slowly, ever so slowly, drawing him back out, just to repeat the movement all over again. She was so caught up in watching him she almost forgot what she was doing. He was incredible like this, so strong and beautiful, like a mortal touched by a God's hand, chiseled out of a perfect piece of marble just for her, a karmic gift for some amazing thing she'd done in a past life. She knew she had certainly never done anything to deserve him in this one. But damn, staring up the expanse of his toned body, watching the muscles of his arms flex and relax in tandem with the rhythm of her mouth, the dark, lustful, almost pained look on his face that made her toes curls with wanting him, she decided she would have had to be Gandhi in a past life to deserve him.
Suddenly, his hands dropped heavily to her shoulders and slid around her arms, dragging her up the length of his chest. His eyes opened and he stared at her for a moment before he kissed her once and stepped out of the shower, leaving her standing there alone and having no idea what had happened or where he had gone.
Before she regain her senses and started to go after him, he was back, covered by a condom and looking at her hungrily. Then before she had a chance to say a word, he grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her up so quickly there was nothing she could do but wrap her legs around his waist.
He cupped her bottom in his hands as he swiftly shifted them so that her shoulders were resting against the shower wall. Then he was inside her, plunging in so deeply it took her breath away, both with the abruptness of the whole thing and with the unbelievable feeling of pleasure that tore through her body.
There was something decidedly different about him this time, something primal and hungry that she had never seen in his eyes before and it very nearly scared her in its intensity. His hands dug into her skin, fingers flexing into her flesh almost to the point of pain. He was moving inside her now and it wasn't easy or gentle or careful like he'd been the other times they were together. It was hot and torrid and frenzied and it ripped a long, throaty groan from the very pit of her stomach. He was making noises, too, grunting with each thrust he made into her. They were strong, powerful, deep thrusts that shook her entire body and jarred her teeth with their force. Her hands found his hair and she wrapped her fingers into his curls, pulling it slightly and causing his eyes to flash at her with a brand new ferociousness and making his body push even harder into hers.
Seeing the positiveness of his response, she tried to experiment a little, tugging at his hair harder and garnering a more intense reaction from him every time.
He was like a wild animal, his body plunging so rapidly and punishingly into hers, accompanied by a series of grunts that made her whole body quiver. There was no tender touches shared between them this time, they had done all that before. There were no murmured words of love exchanged, they both knew how they felt about each other. This was more than that. Something far removed from making love and much more primitive and feral. Untamed and abandoned.
The water fell over them as they bucked into each other, Kat now meeting each of his movements with her own, joining him on whatever plain of existence he had suddenly fallen into. They barely noticed the water, or the fact that it was no longer hot. They barely noticed anything besides their bodies grinding together and the sounds coming from both of them. No names screamed out in passion or moans offered up to higher beings. The capacity to form coherent words was beyond them both. The pure, unmitigated lust that course through them consumed every part of their minds and took over there souls as the strove towards the only goal that mattered to them at the moment, an end to the torture, a release.
When it arrived it blocked out everything else from their world. Nothing existed anywhere but the two of them and the powerful abandon that engulfed them both.
Then it was over in a rush that came on so swiftly it nearly caused them both to fall to the slippery, wet shower floor.
He was panting as he continued to hold her and somehow he manged to summon up the ability to shut the water off and get her out of the shower without stumbling or killing them both in the process, though she could feel his legs trembling and shaking under their combined weight. He made it was far as the other side of the shower door before he had to set her down. Then he slid to the carpet in a boneless, useless heap and she joined him, unable to do more than that herself.
His arm came around her and she still couldn't understand where he was finding the reserve of strength needed to make any movement at all. The pure physical exertion of what they had just experience had left her fully incapacitated. Her insides trembled with tiny little aftershocks in the wake of the intensity of what she had just lived through.
He turned his head to the hers and dropped a lazy kiss to her shoulder before giving her a smile.
She tried to smile back drawing on every bit of what was left inside her to make to gesture.
" Holy fuck." He panted. " I think I just saw God."
She simply nodded her head in agreement, understanding exactly where he was coming from.