Chapter 19:
The morning rays of dawn crept slowly through the upstairs windows, casting a serene glow over his bed partner's shoulders. Teresa woke to a light caress on her cheek, allowing his thumb to tilt her chin that bit higher, a easier to kiss angle, and when his mouth covered hers in a soft caress, her whole body began to hum with anticipation of what was about to follow...
An arm clamped around her back, drawing her forward against his slightly muscular chest.
Even the slightest contact she had with Jane was intoxicating, overwhelming and awe inspiring .
The soft swell of her breasts against his chest aroused him up so much he had to tell his body to control itself or this was going to be over before he knew it! Hearts throbbing with desire only heightened the pleasure. Thighs rubbing, lips pressing, flesh against wanting flesh.
She felt him tug at the camisole top she wore in bed and surrendered herself completely to his ministrations. He didn't need to speak, he really didn't have to, the words were already in her mind. Stop me now if you want to?
Her entire body was alive with unbridled passion, a passion only he could have ignited. Her breasts ached to be touched, suckled, kissed...Her body was now beyond aroused and she longed for more.
He eased back from her to give Teresa room to disrobe him, to relinquish his barriers in the form of a white shirt. Her hands began to move with such eager purpose. He had stripped her naked and so he had to be naked too.
Patrick Jane was not a man to toy around with, he did everything with such passion, such force that it was not a shock to find that this man in her bed was everything she had wanted. All those loser boyfriends and dates she had, had over the years could not hold a candle to the man now sat on his haunches in her bed.
He was also a well endowed man, she swallowed and remembered the night before and what it was like to finally ride the big one! She chuckled and Jane's head snapped up and looked her straight in the eyes with a twinkle.
" You see something you like"? he purred in a very sexy velvety bedroom voice...every nerve in her body was wired now and she lunged forward taking him by surprise and kissed him with such ferocity that she was sure that by midday he would have severe bruising. Not that this would take a lot of explaining because as everyone knew Jane got himself into all sorts of scrapes...
Not wanting to wait another second Lisbon found herself taking the lead, Patrick watched her recline, arms drawing him down between her thighs as she clasped his frame and the sheer force of her actions propelled his body into hers and with a guttural groan, his mouth attached to her own and he entered her.
It was a glorious feeling to have him inside her once again, his deep meaningful slow thrusts were welcoming and soothed away all her fears of past lover's...She was now his and he was hers and nothing or nobody would tear them apart.
Her warm muscles joyously adapted to his thick meaty length, milking him for all she was worth, hoping he wouldn't hold back...sometimes men thought she might break...she wanted to feel Patrick, she wanted him to take them all the way and experience the magic she had when he'd first taken her the evening before.
She lost herself in him completely as wave after wave of climaxes so hard she could see stars, and knew he wouldn't be far behind her. She kept on rolling along on waves that crested even deliciously as time went on.
She never even knew how he held off till now, but when he came it was a wondrous sight to behold and she milked him for all he was worth, the friction, fast and furious, the powerful surge of energy. The sudden explosion of heat spilling deeply inside of her and there began a feeling of sudden warmth, of love for this man in her arms, a violent tingling in her fingertips, her toes and she found herself clinging on, hugging him to her with every ounce of strength she had left...
His own arms burrowed underneath her and he hugged her tightly to him, and there was no letting go, even when he rolled on to his side, he carried her with him, just as intent as she was on holding him to her. Time had no meaning or essence, nothing had any meaning but this moment, the here and now, that is, until the telephone rang...