CHAPTER 9

MINE, YOURS

Patch drove Nora to the next town over, it was larger and had world class five-star hotel. As Patch paid for the penthouse suite Nora looked around, not really taking in her surroundings, her mind was working a mile a minute. How was sweet little virgin Nora going to be able to be enough for Patch Cipriano? Let alone please someone with the well deserved and earned nickname of 'eternal stud'? He had been with countless women, she didn't even want to guess at a number, and then there was Dabria who to her seemed, well...katty. She didn't see how this night could end well, for him at least, she hoped he wasn't just taking pity on her, she hated pity. Patch never seemed to do anything without a reason, what could his reason be, what could he get from her? Her stomach continued to roll, her hands shook a little and her body had a slight tremble from the nerves running through her, she had to admit though, this was EXACTLY what she had always wanted so she had to find a way to put all the other women who had been before her and the thoughts of how much more experienced he was than her out of her head. Easier said than done she thought wryly to herself..

Patch could literally feel the tension rolling off of Nora. Out of the corner of his eye in the elevator he caught the shaking and trembling and swore he would help her relax and enjoy the nights events and forget everything else but them. Tonight, well tonight was about only them and the overwhelming desire he had to take her and make her his. He hated the comparison, but the urge was so strong so primal it reminded him of a dog in heat, he wanted to, no, he needed to mark his territory, to make her HIS. He couldn't wait, Dabria wasn't even a speck of dust in his thoughts, no she was blissfully forgotten totally, completely and utterly forgotten for the night. When he had seen Dante's hands on Nora it took every ounce of his shaky self-control to not rip the guys throat out after feeding him his own heart. Nora was NOT his to touch or to take, she was HIS ANGEL and he was about to make sure that was never forgotten by him or her.

Nora could feel his gaze on her as she battled her inner demons. Dabria, his fiancé had a killer body, a body any guy would dream of possessing; she was barely a woman, her breasts weren't perfectly round, her stomach didn't have the definition that Dabria's had, her legs weren't nearly as long, her skin not as golden yet. Nora didn't mention any of these fears to Patch, she didn't want to remind him of the fact he even had a fiance. She was scared at any moment he would realize what they were about to do and he'd flee out the door, not that Patch was the fleeing type of guy...at least not until the morning after. This is what you wanted Nora, this is what you've wanted ever since he explained to you that such an act even existed between a man and a woman. When you admitted you loved him you promised it would be no one but him, she reminded herself. If she had only known what was going on in his head and how he and others saw her, maybe, just maybe, she might have felt more secure and at ease with herself. Hopefully in time..

When he actually laid eyes on her that night he could have sworn his jaw dropped and he was drooling like a pubescent boy who was first learning about sex, hormones and their bodies reactions when in the presence of someone as sexy as Nora was. She looked like such a goddess, and the exposed skin revealed to him had more than made his pants a little too tight and a little too uncomfortable for his liking. Glancing at her again in the elevator he couldn't believe what a beautiful lady she had become without him truly taking notice of her growing up. She wasn't just sexy, she was classy. The fabric cut-outs accented her tiny waist and the bodice hugged the perfect swells of her breasts without making her look cheap or easy. The skirt had enough give to allow her to move when they were dancing while being fitting enough to show the curves her age had given her, the slit up the front made her legs look endless. Her make-up looked demure not trashy, slutty or cheap like Dabria's. Patch normally didn't like make-up on Nora at all, but tonight it was just one more thing accenting a perfection that was already plainly there. Her hair was in an up-do that showcased the sensuous column of her neck and her red highlights shimmered in the bright hotel lighting. Nora was radiating beauty and pose, holding her body with the grace of a dancer and the upbringing of a lady. She was the portrait of perfection, Patch thought. If this thing didn't hurry up he was going to be wearing a permanent in print of his zipper!

With all these womanly features she hadn't lost that look of innocence that Dabria never had, and he hoped Nora never would. That sweet blush that gave her cheeks a natural glow and darkened and spread when she was embarrassed. The warm glow of her big eyes that warmed them and had a way of melting you without trying. Dabria's just looked cold, frosty and lifeless with no heat at all. Nora's eyes had always been one of Patch's favorite things about her. He felt like he could read her mind, every thought and every emotion when he was looking in them, he could get lost in her eyes alone. A simple eye connection from across the room was all the communication they would need to speak.

When the elevator finally reached the top floor Patch put his hand gently on the small of Nora's back and guided her into their suite for the night. The penthouse was carved of black granite and was lit with candles, a fire was glowing in the hearth. There were silk rugs in chromatic shades of navy, gray and black, the look was sleek and contemporary with clean lines and an artistic appeal. They weren't here to admire the architecture though. Patch surprised her when he suddenly swooped her up in his arms bridal style and maneuvered them through the french doors leading into the bedroom. He set her down pulling her to him and then spinning her out like they were dancing. She giggled and he smiled knowing it would help put her a little more at ease. Slowly he started to remove his shirt, exposing his sculpted body to her feasting eyes. He was fit, he always had been, his biceps and forearms were well chiseled, not overly muscled, but powerful. His abdominal muscles were cut and defined, a full six-pack centered between the V indention pointing from his hip bones down to his... Nora took a deep calming breath as Patch slowly walked towards her, softly placing her hand on his chest over his heart.

"You can touch, Angel, it's okay, explore." He spoke softly to her, using her nickname that only he was allowed to call her, knowing it would help further to put her at ease.

How many times had she dreamed of moments like this when he was teaching her to salsa? How many times had she wished he would just take her and ravish her, claim her as his own right then and there? Slowly and ever so softly she started to hesitantly explore his pecs and his shoulders, down his arms and across his stomach. His head tilted back and his eyes closed as his muscles rippled under her tender touch. He had been touched in so many ways throughout the years by so many hands, but never had he been worshiped like this. Her hands were so small so satiny, they lit his skin on fire not only where she touched, but all around it too. He felt like he was being burnt, every nerve on fire, but it wasn't pain he was feeling. He sighed softly and Nora looked up to make sure this was okay, for the first time since they had known each other she couldn't immediately place the look in his eyes. It couldn't be... lust could it she thought. She continued to explore his topography, slowly she circled him running her fingers along his back then up his arm to his collarbone and up his neck, across his cheek down his nose before softly brushing the pad of her thumb across his satin bottom lip. He bent slowly placing a chaste kiss on her lips, she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, wanting more. Her soft tongue started to slowly, tantalizingly, trace his full bottom lip seeking permission to enter which he gladly gave. Normally, there were clashes of dominance, this was tender and reverent like a slow dance with only their tongues. They each took the time to discover every taste every crevice of each others mouths. Patch thought she tasted like heaven, better than his favorite drink. Her taste was sweet and pure just like her, he could go on tasting her forever and never get bored. Briefly his mind wondered what she would taste like other places. To Nora, Patch was like the finest dessert and yet far beyond that, he was HER Patch and no one would ever taste like him, he tasted of a passion that was consuming, adventure and even a little bit of danger, she was quickly getting lost in him.

Carefully Patch undid the clasp on the back of the dress letting his fingers gently dance and caress down her spine with feather light touches that sent a series of small shivers through her. With a small smile on his face he continued to kiss her and slide the zipper down on the waist of her dress, letting it pool at her feet while her hands continued studying his upper body. His eyes drunk in the site before him, Nora was standing in only her black lace half cup push up bra and matching barely there panties that had ruby-red ribbons contrasting with the black. Her garters and stockings matched the bra and panties and all four matched her black high heels. It was all so highly erotic and a completely unexpected, but pleasant surprise from the girl next door he'd grown up with.

Patch groaned deep in his throat, what was she doing to him, trying to kill him?! His two favorite colors on a woman and his favorite lingerie. Had she done that on purpose? Dressed for him to be with that pathetic tool of a boy? The thought again of Dante getting his hands on HIS GODDESS and making her first experience anything less than perfection sent a sharp heated zap of lightning and rage coursing through his veins. He wanted to kill that boy for even touching her to dance, the thought of him boosting to his friends... He almost missed having this epic moment with her, it had been so close, too close. As quickly as the anger hit it was gone though, his mind storing it in the file system under 'things to deal with later' and boy was Dante going to be dealt with, along with his friends encouraging his unsavory behavior.

Patch felt Nora's fingers on the button of his pants and he put his hand softly on hers to stop her. Her face suddenly gazing at him in fear that she had done something wrong, mixed with a look of disappointment and sadness. He almost chuckled at the disappointment but thought better of it, instead he gave her one of his famous smirks and raised an eyebrow.

"Tonight is about you, Angel, it will be as slow and painless as possible. I want to bring you the most pleasure a man can bring you. I want to take you to heights you can't imagine so patience love, it won't be fast, but it will be the best and the least painful that I can make it, I promise." He whispered soothingly to her before placing a benevolent kiss to her forehead.

Nora looked relieved, but a little apprehensive still. Patch bent and picked her up bridal style again and she nuzzled into him and kissed his neck earning her a groan that Nora was fast beginning to love as he gently laid her down on the big soft bed in the center of the room. Slowly Patch set to work first removing her high heels (that he was secretly in love with-as if her legs weren't long enough or toned enough the heels were the cherry on top) one at a time, next to go was the garter and stockings with a soft growl as he removed the offending garment (utterly delectable as it was), before starting a path of kisses as slow as humanly possible up her leg starting on the tops of each finely pedicured dainty toe, up to her ankle then to her calf, behind her knees where he used the tip of his tongue to gently tickle her making her half giggle half whimper. Everywhere he had uncovered from toe to hip was covered in gentle kisses, licks and nibbles. Not a centimeter of skin had been forgotten or neglected. When he completed that side he started all over on the other, giving it the same slow burning treatment that had Nora's insides rolling from more than anxiety.

Nora had never had an orgasm, in fact, when her sister or friends would mention the word or masturbation she would turn scarlet and high tail it out of there as if she was being chased by an ax murderer. She was very shy, but now she was beginning to see the fascination and it was killing her...whatever IT was...

With both legs bathed in affection he moved up and on to her hips, then her taut little stomach using the same care as below. Patch traced each line of her ribs with his lips and his tongue making her moan which made him smile. He skillfully reached behind her with one hand and in an instant unclasped her bra and discarded it with ease. All that was left was the tiny black lace with the center red bow covering her nether region that he could see was wet and smelled of the most fragrant nectar.

He stood up and gazed down at Nora, taking a moment to admire her perfection and commit it to memory, never had he been stunned speechless but tonight she had managed to keep doing just that.

Nora felt embarrassed by his intense focus on her and tried to cover herself up, Patch stopped her.

"Don't ever hide yourself from the person your going to be intimate with, if they don't make you feel loved and worshiped like the goddess you are, if they don't appreciate or see you like that, then they don't deserve to be in bed with you."

He held out his hand and helped her sit up and unbutton his pants, he stopped her from removing his boxers, not yet he told her. It was a relief to be freed from the restraints of his pants. That zipper indent was sure to stay now. This was about her though, like he had promised. With a few calming breaths he reminded himself that he would make them one, he would find his release, but first he had to take care of her. He knelt over her body hovering above her he trailed kisses from her forehead to her each eyelid to her cheeks than her nose before placing another chaste kiss at each corner of her plump silky mouth, then he gave her a lingering searing kiss that blew open the electrical transformer that had contained the electricity he was building in both of them. They poured their love and passion for each other in that one moment through that connection. With all of Patch's vast experience he had never felt a kiss like that but chose not to dwell on that thought, instead he continued his exploration and worship of her body. Kissing up and down both sides of her neck, covering every inch before nibbling her ear lobes and pulse points, he found all the places only HE had ever found, making sure that it was HIM AND HIM ALONE that made her writhe beneath him. His huge ego swelled even more at the effect he had on her at every little cry, whimper and moan. When he found that her ear lobes were a hot spot for her he licked the shell of her ear and spent a few extra moments there biting gently making her growl in a way that had him chuckling to himself.

This was all pure uncharted territory and he seemed to automatically know where her secret spots were and what would work her up the highest. The way he was playing her body any observer would have thought Patch had spent a lifetime studying her responses.

He continued his trail lower across both sides of her collarbone and shoulders then slowly down to the valley of her round breasts. He took a minute to hold each globe in his hands, noticing how they seemed to be made to fit his hands alone, the perfect size, the perfect weight, even the perfect color. Her nipples were the perfect complement to her creamy sun-kissed skin and rock hard under his ministrations as he laved them with his tongue. He sucked them in with a gentle tug followed by rolling them and swirling his tongue around the peak. He pulled back and blew on them making her shiver and call out his name. He was in heaven with the way she was responding to him, he took his time on each one.

How had some lucky man not scooped up this Angel of perfection by now, he wondered. No, he did not mean the boys he had chased away through the years, but someone who would capture her heart. A heart that was selfless, passionate, empathetic. Nora's smile lit up a room, her eyes were that of an old soul and she could really put on the puppy dog expression when she wanted something badly enough. Her parents may have been able to ignore and resist her, but Patch never could. Nora was smart, witty, funny, she could be sarcastic and straight forward or shy and bashful. So what was wrong here, he asked in the back of his head as he worked her body higher and higher. Come to think of it, that was probably the only thing he didn't know about his girl, what type of man she liked and wanted...how could he have missed that with the constant companionship they had shared? Another thought to be filed away for later to ask her he told himself, he needed to know everything when it came to Nora. She fascinated him.

When he felt she was ready he moved on down her stomach again to her belly button where he swirled his tongue around and prodded her with a mischievous grin he was giving her. She looked down at where he was looking up from under his thick luscious black lashes and giggled, relaxing just a bit more. He loved that sound, it was like music to his ears, her laugh was addictive. It was pure and true, not forced or faked like Dabria's sounded. Slowly he began to lower her lace panties down her legs letting his thumbs caress her skin on the way down, all the while knowing what was to come would have her initially shrieking in embarrassment than in pleasure. Thinking about all the things he intended on doing made him grow harder still at just the thought.

He kissed the insides of her thighs then nibbled her artery point where her lifeblood flowed, that sent another series of tremors through her. He was so close to her, so close to where no one had been before. Nora could feel his warm breath on her soaked and heated core, it was driving her crazy. She felt a knot in her stomach pulling tighter, a coil being wound tighter and tighter as more butterflies sprung to life.

"Patch." She whispered just loud enough to be audible to him.

"What do you need, Angel?" He smiled knowing exactly what she needed, finding humor in her innocence of not knowing for herself.

"More, Patch... more...I don't know..." She stuttered between pants.

God... the scent of her was as intoxicating as was the view of her glistening womanhood as he memorized it. He continued to work the skin of her inner thighs over with his lips before blowing gently across the delicate bundle of nerves he had so carefully avoided. Nora moaned loudly and gripped the silky sheets he had laid her on.

Patch had had another surprise when he had slid her panties down her legs, sweet and innocent Nora had a Brazilian wax...who would have thought that with all of her shyness and lack of experience with anything sexual that she would have one of those, he mused. That made Patch certain that inside this quiet little girl, make that woman, laid a minx dying to be brought out. Once again he thought some lucky man was going to get a lady in the street and a fucking tigress in bed... oh the things he could do to her, the things he could teach her if she were his. Whoever this lucky, lucky man turned out to be that would posses her, he hoped he would love her enough and be experienced enough to help her explore her inner goddess, to help her open up that side of her so she could embrace her own passion and sexuality that he was so sure she possessed. Most women felt bad about their sexuality, embarrassed by it which was a sad thought to Patch, and equally annoying. There was nothing worse than a woman he was with so afraid to enjoy herself she laid beneath you quiet and still as if she were a corpse, especially if you ask them what they like and what feels good and they have no response. No, Patch could sense something special in Nora, she had the potential to overcome society pressure and embrace that part of herself. That man better never break this angels heart, HIS ANGELS heart, he better never make her feel bad for wanting or needing to be pleased, to have her body worshiped by the person she would give her all to, or that man would pay the price. Patch would make sure it was a slow and as torturous as possible too. So so much potential he thought to himself once again with a strange clinch in his stomach he didn't want to evaluate.

Lightly he placed his first kisses to her outer lips, spreading them tenderly, slow as possible exposing the inner parts of her most sensitive of places to his eyes. Her labia and the swollen bundle of nerves he could see lay before him throbbing with need for him already. He kissed the bud of her maiden flower reverently then slid the flat of his tongue from back to front, once again avoided the aching nub. She was so swollen and engorged, it was stunning and his breath hitched in his throat for a moment. When his mouth first touched her in her sacred spot she had nearly shot off the bed shaking her head no, her cheeks flaming redder than he had ever seen them, it had spread from the beautiful globes of her breasts up to her hairline making him chuckle as he used his hands to pin her hips firmly to the bed again.

"Shh, just relax. I'm going to blow your mind, Angel, but first you have to relax, baby." Patch stroked circles on the satiny flesh covering her hips.

Again he swept his tongue through her slick folds, using the tip to slip between the very inner most folds. He continued to lap at the sweetness before him until he felt her relax again.

"You taste so damn good..." Patch growled softly, practically purring as he leisurely spent time kissing and nibbling the pouty folds of her nether lips, using his fingers to massage her mons while keeping his tongue relaxed to give her long, slow, caressing licks along her vulva and labia. Nora responded immediately, panting and moaning. After a few minutes he firmed up his tongue to add a bit more pressure. She tasted like the finest ambrosia and he couldn't get enough of her.

His efforts paid off and Nora whimpered in pleasure, forgetting her embarrassment she raised her hips, reaching down to rake her fingers through his silky black hair before pulling him more firmly to her.

"Oh God yes, Patch. Don't stop, please don't stop." Nora begged breathlessly.

"I have no intentions of stopping." He smiled up at her from against her heated flesh, continuing to lap at her sweet nectar dripping from her flower for several moments, before going back to suckling at the area around her clitoris, slithering his tongue along her labia again. He reveled in the way she writhed under the ministrations of his lips and tongue keeping her sensitive bundle swollen and needy, but not too hyper-sensitive.

"Patch..." Nora gasped when he flicked her clit gently with the tip of his tongue before swirling his tongue around it and sucking it gently between his lips, tapping it with his tongue lightly, alternating that with long sweeps of the flat part of his tongue to soothe her. Every other stroke of his tongue he would penetrate her with the tip and each time she would cry out his name. He was going to make sure she kept screaming out his name all night long.

With eager and experienced determination, Patch very quickly had Nora on the edge. He dipped his finger through her drenched folds, using her juices to lubricate it before easing one finger first into her weeping core. She was so very tight he groaned against her with a deep seated ache. She was so hot and so wet he slid in and out of her with ease making sure not to break her maiden hood, but starting to stretch her little by little to bring her more and more pleasure. Again she cried out his name, HIS name, he was making her HIS. Let any man try to beat this experience he thought to himself, then quickly stopped that line of thinking realizing he did NOT want to picture ANY other man EVER touching her this way. He didn't have rights to ownership, he knew that, but her being with anyone else didn't set right with him.

Nora could feel she was on the verge of something big, she didn't know what that 'something' was yet, but every nerve in her body was on fire and just when it felt ready to explode Patch would switch up the pace or change angles, never quite giving her the relief she knew her body was begging for.

Patch gently wet a second finger, she ground her hips up into his face, the hand not pressing him to her was wound white knuckle tight in the bedding she still had. He continued his slow torture, switching up depth and pace, blowing every once in a while on the swollen peak of her essence. He wasn't doing this to be cruel, he was preparing her so that when he finally made them one it wouldn't hurt her so badly. Patch was gifted in more ways than one, he wasn't just good at what he did he was well endowed, since Nora had never been with a man he didn't want to hurt her or scare her out of what could be a lifetime of enjoyment. Seeing him was likely to frighten her enough since she'd never seen a man before.

He carefully added a third finger, it didn't take him long to feel she was wet enough and stretched enough that he was finally ready to give her her first mind-blowing orgasm of the night. He started with a slow steady pace with his fingers until he could feel her right at the edge of the abyss, he sucked her clit in through his lips giving it a gentle tug and rolling it with a tiny nip at the same time he curled his fingers forward against the spongy part of her interior G-spot massaging and thrusting into it faster and harder as he worked his mouth in time with his fingers. Nora growled and moaned bucking up into him as he wound her higher and higher. Right at the peak he replaced his thumb for his tongue and climbed up her body, wanting to see her face, look into her eyes when she reached the peak and fell over the first time.

"Look at me when you come." He purred, his voice deep with need, desire and demand.

Nora latched onto his lips in a scorching kiss full of desperation which he met head on. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue mixing with the flavor of Patch, while she thought she should be grossed out by it she found it oddly erotic. Her walls gave his fingers one last death grip, fluttering in a continues wave and he knew this was it. He gently pulled away from her lips so he could gaze onto her face, their eyes locked, endless obsidian to molten gray filled with lust, desire, adoration and love and in that instant Nora's scream exploded from deep inside her chest, she bucked and writhed against him wildly as she climaxed. He tried to keep her pinned, but it was like trying to tie down a lightening bolt. Never in his life had he seen something so incredibly beautiful. He kept his fingers moving and thumb, prolonging her orgasm, just as it started to slow he dipped his head back down letting her ride the rest of it out on his tongue. Nora flooded his mouth, she was deliciously magnificent in her pleasure.

Patch took his time savoring the sweet nectar gushing from her, it was heavenly. She gave a last few whimpered sighs and he lifted his face, smirking at the absolute exhausted euphoria on Nora's angelic face. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat as he pushed the wisps of hair off her face that had worked themselves free. The only words she seemed capable of saying were "oh my God and "wow, just, wow".

Oh yeah-he was that fucking good...

He let her come down from her high for a moment before beginning his next lesson with her that would send her to the moon and back.

With agonizing slowness, Patch ran his hands up Nora's calves, gently tracing the smooth skin with his fingertips, letting her experience every bit of the sense of *touch* just as he was. When he got to her toned, slender thighs, a shudder went through her and he licked his lips with exaggerated thoroughness. Nora started to moan quietly and Patch bit back a pleased smile.

Damn, but he loved hearing her moan for him.

"Nora." He slid further up her lithe frame, using his hands and tongue to get her engine revving again. "You know what I'd like to do?" Patch swirled his tongue around her nipple momentarily before he paused, raising his head from her breast to give her a deliciously lewd smile. "I'd like us to explore all five of the senses together." He lowered his head to suckle her nipple into his mouth. "To me this is taste." He released the hardened tip with a soft pop. Nora moaned deeply, arching her chest upwards. "But to you...that's touch, right?"

"Mmmhmm." Nora mumbled, her head swirling with the amazing new sensations he was bringing forth from her.

"Let's explore taste first..." Patch slid up her body and kissed her.

His tongue sweeping into her mouth. The first thing she tasted was herself again, the memory of Patch making her come with his mouth and fingers combined with the taste was making her hotter again. Her eyes drooped closed and she trailed her hands up his back, burying her fingers in his raven locks, tugging on the silky strands in her excitement. Nora wanted more-more kisses, more tastes-more of everything Patch.

She was purring with need as she rubbed against him like a cat in heat. Patch raised his head. "No fair, you're jumping ahead to touch without permission." He teased, nipping at her kiss swollen bottom lip.

His hands glided down to stop on her waist and sat her up. "Okay, since you're ready to move on to touch..." Nora's eyes drifted downwards to where Patch's erection was straining against his boxers, she stared, curious about what he would look like.

Patch smirked, then tapped her nose to get her attention. Her eyes flew up and he tipped her chin back so that her gray orbs met the dancing midnight sky of his eyes. His grin was cheeky at best. "No peeking. That's sight and that comes later." He mock scolded.

"Patch..." Nora wanted him, she wanted him sooner than later.

He slid his hand between her thighs. "Uh uh, no whining. Just...feel..." His fingers moved along her still damp folds, finding her sweet spots easily. "This...is touch, Nora." He whispered seductively, expertly playing with her pleasure spot, playing it like a virtuoso. He hesitated, as if poised to retreat. "Do you want me to stop?"

Nora's head fell back. "No...God no...please..." She said feverishly as she ground down upon the talented fingers playing her body like his favorite finely tuned instrument.

Pleased with her response; Patch's hands went back to work, delivering his own special brand of magic to Nora's needy body. "We've explored taste and touch..." He paused and let his fingers slip from her dripping folds. Nora gave an urgent little cry of torment when he stopped touching her. He soothed her with gentle words, petting her hair back from her sweaty brow. "Shhh. I told you patience is a virtue, Angel." He lowered his head until they were eye to eye. "Do you trust me?"

Nora swallowed thickly. She'd always trusted him, she trusted him with her heart even if he didn't know he had it. With a small nod she answered. "Yes." She breathed. "I trust you." There wasn't anyone else she would trust being with like this the way she did Patch.

A slow dangerously sinful smile curled his wickedly sensual lips up. "Good. Now, let's move on to sight." Patch took hold of her hips and situated her in the middle of the large bed. He put a pillow under her hips and a couple behind her head. "Comfy?" He asked with a devilish grin.

They faced each other, both aroused to the point of pain. Nora was aching-literally throbbing for him, it was all so new, part of her wanted to rush forward, to feel him inside of her, the other part thought this was so hot she desperately wanted to see where he'd take it. She'd heard the term foreplay before, but this wasn't what she'd expected. Patch was being a true sensualist much to her delight. His time and creativity was helping her over look the anxiety that flowed and ebbed through her off and on. She found herself wanting to learn and share this even more with him now than before.

She gave him an answering smile that was just as naughty. "Very." She bent her knees parting her legs just a fraction, giving him a peek.

Patch's eyes widened at how quick she'd turned the tables on him. "Aren't you the quick learner?"

Nora bit back a giggle of delight at how turned on he looked. "Well, this is the sense of sight, right?"

Patch swallowed hard as she let her finger tips trail lightly down her flat tummy. "Yeah." He growled. Little minx, how did this little wisp of a thing know how to drive a man with his kind of experience fucking crazy her first time out of the gate?! He licked his lips in appreciation. Oh, she was so meant for him!...only she wasn't...forget that for now he admonished himself. Two could play this game.

Patch sat back on his heels; his onyx eyes taking in her body like a feast fit for a king. Her eyes fluttered closed and she gave a ragged sigh as she teased the area around the places he'd so recently tasted. Patch's hand went to his erection, rubbing it lightly up and down through the fabric.

"I want to see you..." Nora's eyes followed the movement of his hands.

"Then do it." He wanted to see if she would or not and was pleasantly surprised when she reached forward, hooking both hands through the waistband on each side of his hips before looking up into his eyes for another okay.

"It's okay, Angel, I told you you could." He reassured her softly, thankful she was at ease enough to initiate the next move on her own.

Slowly she lowered his boxers down his legs until he could kick them off. Nora's eyes slowly raised shyly up to where Patch's erection rode high on his stomach, she was transfixed by the sight of him. She'd never seen a guy before, but she was sure from the drawings she'd seen in health class and from hearing other girls talk that he wasn't like other men. From what she knew, man's anatomy wasn't good-looking at all, but Patch was beautiful, if a penis could be called such, it was fitting for a man as beautiful and sexy as him. She was a little taken aback by his impressive size and girth, she didn't know how big they were supposed to be, but she was sure he was more than average. In fact, looking at the size of him made her very nervous again.

"Are you sure that will...umm...fit?" She squeaked.

Patch laughed at her innocence. That was what he loved best, the way she was both adorable and sexy as fuck. Not just anyone could pull that off, certainly not Dabria. "It will fit." She narrowed her eyes a moment at him. "Do you still trust me?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I trust you, I've trusted you since the day I met you, but...isn't that going to hurt?" She glanced down at him again.

"I'll try to make it as least painful as I can, remember what I told you, there will be initial pain, but that will fade away quickly I've been told." Patch said seriously. He wasn't going to lie, he wanted, needed her to trust him.

"Okay." Nora took a deep breath then wrapped her small arms around his neck pulling him in for a sweet kiss. Slowly he lowered his body back down with hers until she was laying back against the bed again and he was hovering over her. Taking her hand in his he brought it down to grasp his shaft, with her hand around him and his hand around hers he slid the crown of his impressive erection through her lips, lubricating himself and teasing both of them. Slowly but surely he helped her work herself up using his body. Sliding back and forth the length of her, circling her once again throbbing bundle of nerves.

"Can we move on to sound now?" She whispered, causing him to open his eyes and look at her questioningly having forgotten the senses they were exploring.

"Sound?" He asked confused and then the light came on. "You're ready to move on?" He teased.

"I really like those sounds you make, I want to hear you make them when you're inside of me. All those hot little growls, they're so sexy I want to hear them again...now." She said shyly, but her eyes looked determined and full of sheer lust.

If it was possible, Patch's cock swelled even more, all of his blood he was sure was now localized in his favorite appendage. He had intended on taking more time, but hearing Nora say that was all the encouragement he needed.

Again, Patch couldn't help but think that this girl was so fucking meant for him. He shuddered to think of all her fire that might be wasted on someone else's poor excuse of foreplay. She was so very, very passionate, she'd need someone with at least her intensity if not more to keep up with her.

He leaned over and still helping her tease herself with his cock answered. "Mmm, how about we explore all five senses at once?" He suggested, brushing his soft, oh-so-kissable-lips along hers for a barely there kiss that had Nora leaning forward to capture his succulent mouth in a much deeper kind of kiss.

Patch let her take control; parting his lips so her inquisitive little tongue could tangle with his. He turned his head to allow her even deeper penetration and exploration, Nora took the hint, surging forward to ravage his mouth, moaning in ecstasy as she savored the delectable taste that was pure Patch.

With her hips positioned on the pillows to lift her to an angle to be the most pleasurable he pressed his groin firmly against her, the head of his cock still sliding along her folds, but never entering her all the way. He was almost trembling with need, his head was spinning and it was taking every ounce of his control not to fuck her into the mattress.

He wanted her first time to be earth-shattering, he was determined to make it just that.

"To me, this is all five senses." He told her. "With the candle light I can see how very, very wet you are and..." His voice lowered an octave and became rough and gravely. "It makes me so fucking hard." He licked his lips. "I can smell how aroused you are. It's like the sweetest of perfumes, tantalizing me, drawing me in and making me want you like I've never wanted anything, Angel." He groaned.

Between his words and the feel of them rubbing him against her her body started to shake, reaching for that release again. Just when it was reaching a fever pitch his eyes met hers and he helped her guide the tip of him into her. Inch by careful inch he would move forward then pull almost all the way out before sliding back in a little farther agonizingly slow deeper and deeper. His eyes squeezed shut, NOTHING AND HE MEANT NOTHING HAD EVER FELT THIS GOOD, THIS...RIGHT. She fit him like a glove, again he wanted to plunge into her HARD again and again, nailing her to the bed taking her over and over marking her as his until she couldn't scream his name anymore, but she deserved better, so much better than that so he bit his lip until it bled and continued his tortured pace.

Soon enough he reached that thin stretch of tissue that marked her as a virgin, as sacred ground that had never been touched. He reached between their bodies and stroked her engorged and swollen clit until he knew she was wound as tight as she could go again and just as he pushed her over the edge he swiftly broke through and stopped, keeping their eyes locked. He saw nothing in her gaze or her face that would signify pain of any sort and he thanked his lucky stars, he didn't think he could live with himself if he had hurt her even a little, even if he had been prepared with the knowledge that that's just how it was for girls, no, her gaze matched his with the same benevolent worship he reserved only for her and she only reserved for him. He was still holding still, letting her adjust to both his length and girth but she grew impatient, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist rolling her hips trying to get the friction both of them were so desperately needing. He knew that neither of them was going to last at this rate, but he set the pace slow and steady once again. That lasted mere moments before neither of them could keep it up and they were soon speeding up with Nora meeting him thrust for thrust almost violently (oh yeah, there's definitely a wildcat in there he thought with a smirk). They were moaning, groaning and growling each others names in a symphony of sound so perfectly in tune with each other. Like a perfectly choreographed dance between lifelong partners they drove each other to heights of nirvana neither of them had ever been.

Nora screamed his name, his jaw tightened at how astonishingly good she felt wrapped around him. Oh fuck! Almost too damned good. He tried to gain back some control but it was no use. He needed to fuck her, but he couldn't, so he did the next best thing. He'd drive her as crazy as she was making him.

He bent his head and swirled his tongue around her nipple. Nora's head tipped back and she gasped. "See, the way you gasp and shiver...the way you scream my name...they all make me crazy." He panted softly in her ear, his breath tickling her and his voice gritty with pent-up lust.

"Patch." She whimpered, putting her feet against his thighs and arching up.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me? Fuck, the way you look right now, the way you smell... I want to rub myself all over you until the only thing you smell and feel is me." His eyes were wide, his pupil huge, his gaze so intense, so dark Nora became lost in them.

It was pure sensory overload for Nora, the only thing firing properly were those five senses they'd spent so much time exploring. Talking was impossible beyond mainly one word syllables. She wrapped her thighs tighter around him, holding him as close as possible as he thrust fast, deep, powerful strokes into her, his rhythm sending hot molten lava coursing through her veins. Her nails raked along his shoulders and down his back as she clung to him, silently begging him for more. Coherency was gone, the only thing going through her head was bliss, mindless, heavenly bliss. OH-MY-FUCKING-GOD, kind of joy you only experience when you've found the one that really makes your body sing.

They were so close, Patch gripped her thigh and pulled it over his shoulder while keeping the other locked around his waist. He drove into her with hard, rapid thrusts, angling his hips and grinding against her on the down thrust so that he could hit her clit and her g-spot in one swoop to send her flying right along with him.

She scratched him hard, feeling his muscles bunch and ripple under her hands as he pounded into her.

Patch raised her other leg over his shoulder somehow getting deeper than before. Nora's body bucked up into him and his eyes clenched shut as her inner walls clamped down on him, rippling their approval and signaling her orgasm.

"Patch!" She screamed again, loud enough to wake the dead as the first wave hit her. Her body giving long, hard rhythmic squeezes milking his cock as she soaked it in her juices. Her orgasm begging for his then she whimpered his name in the most erotic way and it hit him with the fierceness of a perfect storm. This was nirvana, his entire body went taught, his stomach clenched and his balls tightened. Oh god he could feel it. The sperm collecting in his sack, circling up and through his pulsating cock every nerve short circuiting as the first wave hit sending him flying into the heavens with her. This was an orgasm like one he'd never experienced before, he'd never climaxed so hard, it took his breath away. He yelled out her name as his body relinquished the build up of hot come. He gave her everything he had spurt after fierce spurt of come exploded out of him covering, painting, searing and burning every centimeter of her womb with his essence. Like a cannon on repeat fire it went on endlessly, both of them lost in time and space with nothing existing outside of them and each others body's. When the last of the trembling vibrations left their body's, when the final wave reached the shore sliding softly across the sands and their life force's had mixed like the river to the sea flowing out of him and together inside of her they slowly came to a stop.

With a tender, love filled kiss to her forehead he whispered to her. "You're mine, Angel."

"I'm yours." Nora agreed quietly, his forehead still resting against hers, both of their eyes closed.

Patch turned them over so she was laying on top of him without pulling out. With his arms wrapped securely around her and a peppering of kisses and the soothing strokes of his hand over her hair and down her spine as she listened to his heart slow down she fell asleep and he stayed awake just long enough to her her breathing even out before he gave into his heavy lids and joined her in a peaceful, satiated slumber.

They woke many more times that night to repeat their dance of intimacy knowing that their time was limited. In the early hours of the morning they ravished each other again in the shower before cleaning each other completely. Patch shampooed and conditioned Nora's thick almost waist length hair, massaging her scalp eliciting moans of appreciation that had his body wanting to claim her again to pull more sounds from her. Instead he let her wash him from head to toe before he returned the favor and they rinsed off together. After drying off they put on their clothes from the night before, thankful for the shower to rid them both of their well fucked hair that would have been a little harder for her to hide since he had taken the pins out of her hair letting it cascade down her back somewhere in the night. Luckily she had packed a brush in her purse. She needed to get back home before anyone missed her and he needed to get back to Dabria, whom he'd left at her parents house after the call from Rixon. The car ride back to her place was a comfortably quiet one. They had made a silent agreement to never speak of that night again.

DUH DUH DUH...WHAT'S NEXT FOR THESE TWO? YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT TO FIND OUT...I KNOW, I'M EVIL LIKE THAT ;)

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