Chapter 51 JUST US
“I think you're trying to make me fat,” I joked, making him laugh. “And after the meal?”
A mischievous glint flashed in Patrick's eyes as he leaned forward.
“Do you know how to swim?” he asked, smiling in a smug and charming way.
“I do, but I'm afraid of sharks,” I confessed, eating the strawberry slowly, never taking my eyes off his. He bit his lip and moved closer to me.
“Oh, miss, the only one who will get a taste of you today is me!” Pulling me to him, Patrick lifted me up, laying me down on the bench before returning to the table.
I furrowed my brow curiously, watching him bring out the whipped cream and champagne.
“Patrick...” I began, but a sudden, demanding kiss silenced me immediately.
Patrick's hands roamed over my body, caressing my skin with gentle pressure at certain points. My intimate parts lit up with just the slightest touch of his fingers, which threatened to reach my sensitive spot, teasing me, before moving up to squeeze my nipples.
I moaned into the kiss, and as he pulled away, Patrick smiled, running his hand over my body. His eyes were deep and filled with lust. Undoing the top of my bikini, he gently pulled the string down, exposing my breasts. Wetting his lips with champagne, he grinned mischievously. I bit my lips, eager for what was to come.
Kissing me again, he bit the tip of my chin, sucking on my neck and alternating with nibbles until he reached my whipped cream-covered breasts, where his tongue pleasurably flicked my nipple. I shuddered, licking my lips. Teasing with his tongue, Patrick licked all the whipped cream in a daring act of torture, and I whimpered.
“Patrick...” I protested tearfully.
Smiling, he squeezed my breasts together, sucking one with fervor and then the other. I gasped, grabbing his hair impulsively and pushing him deeper, surrendering to the warm sensation of his skilled lips. Nibbling the sides of my breasts, Patrick dragged his tongue down my stomach, sucking each spot with delight.
I had never felt this way—so desired and cherished. Stopping at my waist, he looked at me boldly, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
Biting a bit harder, I involuntarily moved my hands down, scratching his shirt and pulling it up. He adjusted, taking off the garment, and guided my hand to run over his abdomen.
“I am yours today!” he said sensually and provocatively. “And you will be mine.”
I lifted my body, following my hand, kissing his abdomen and moving up to his chest, where I bit and trailed a path of nibbles to his neck, licking the tip of his ear, and whispered:
“Then make me yours!”
My words seemed to fuel Patrick's desires. He turned me around and pulled me onto his lap. With whipped cream in his hands, he spread my legs to the sides, positioning me over his lap, facing him. Spreading whipped cream on my breasts, he devoured them voraciously, sucking intensely while he penetrated me with two fingers. I moaned loudly as his thumb stimulated my most sensitive spot.
“Ride for me!” Patrick ordered, his voice hoarse.
I began to ride his fingers, feeling electric shocks through my body with each intense suck on my breasts and the massage inside me. The stimulation was driving me to the peak. I gripped Patrick's shoulders, lifting his chin and kissing him passionately.
With our mouths pressed together, I begged, overcome by need:
“I want more of you...” I moaned, contracting around his fingers.
“Lis...” Patrick groaned, withdrawing his hands from inside me and teasing my entrance with his intimacy. “I've longed to hear those words from you for so long!”
As he entered me, I gasped at his size, moving slowly until I adjusted to his length. I began to grind, increasing the rhythm, while Patrick grabbed my hips firmly, pulling me closer with each thrust.
“I can feel you so hot and tight...” he murmured in my ear, biting my neck, licking it, and devouring my lips. “Ride me hard!”
With his support, I increased the pace, losing myself in the pleasure. I threw my head back, scratching his chest, as Patrick masterfully claimed my breasts, sucking them fervently, licking the nipples, and engulfing them.
“Patrick, oh my...” I screamed, nearing my climax.
Increasing the pace of my movements, his hands supported my hips, slamming them against his with a frenetic intensity until we both exploded with pleasure.
Panting, I rested my forehead on his shoulder, catching my breath, while his hands moved up and down my back, trailing his nails and sending more waves of shivers through my body.
I pulled back a bit, looking at him as he smiled like a child who had just received candy.
“And now?” I asked nervously, regaining consciousness of what we had just done.
“We recover and do it again.” Taking my lips, Patrick lifted us up, still inside me, guiding us to the stairs beside the boat. “Nothing like a dip.”
“What? Patrick, don't—” Before I could finish yelling, he jumped with us, naked and pressed together.
Bringing us back to the surface of the sea, he kept me floating in place, holding onto my waist, my eyes closed.
“Open your eyes, I told you're safe with me.” Kissing my temples, he bit my cheek.
I opened my eyes wide, moving my hand from around his neck to the bitten spot.
“Are you crazy?” I furrowed my brow, looking around and allowing the pleasant warmth of the sea to embrace my body. “It's wonderful.”
“Crazy for you, Lis!” he whispered, pulling me closer, his erection already awake.
“Are you insatiable?” I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer to my lips.
“I've been wanting you for a long time,” Patrick replied playfully, kissing me.
“Really? How long?” I tilted my head to the side, floating in the sea, savoring that unique and perfect moment in his arms.
“Since I recruited you for the company.” Patrick smiled, slightly blushing, which was rare.
I narrowed my eyes, assessing his response.
“A little over five years, and you expect me to believe that?” I pondered. “Why didn’t you say anything before or try something?”
“You seemed like someone who needed time and space for yourself,” he answered vaguely.
“And why did you decide to provoke me now?” I continued my interrogation, making him laugh.
“Things changed...” Another vague response from Patrick.
“Because of my book that you discovered? Just because of that.” I maintained a suspicious tone.
“It's a great book. I like your writing and love your restrained mischief.” Biting my lips, Patrick sucked on them and sighed. “How about more champagne?”
I smiled, nodding. He seemed to be hiding something he wasn't ready to talk about. We swam back to the boat, and, grabbing a towel, Patrick wrapped it around my body.