Chapter 81 THE LIGHTNESS OF DARING
POV: PATRICK
With my hands in my pockets, I watched Elisabeth run off like a child. I shook my head, smiling. How could she bring so much lightness to this troubled heart?
Despite a subtle weakness, I ran after her up the stairs and wrapped my arms around her waist, throwing us onto the bed.
“I got you!” I grinned, tickling her as she laughed.
“Stop, stop.” Lis laughed.
“Say yes, and I'll stop,” I teased.
“No. No fair, stop. I can't breathe.” She said this, crying with laughter. “It's not fair, not like this.”
“Then say I'm the best boss.” I continued tickling her.
“I can't lie,” she joked, laughing and writhing.
“Oh really?” I tickled her more.
“Alright, you're the best boss in the world,” Lis said, laughing breathlessly, her face completely red.
“Now, say I'm the best lover and teacher you've ever had.” I tickled her ribs, pinning her legs with mine. “Say it!”
“You're a cheater...” Lis gasped, laughing and trying to catch her breath. “Stop, you're the best lover and teacher. Let me go, I said everything you asked.”
“Not everything!” I brushed our lips together, stopping the tickling and feeling her sweaty skin. “You forgot to say how much you love me.”
Elisabeth laughed but then became serious and surprised, sliding her fingers through my hair and across my cheeks to my jawline, her chest rising and falling quickly.
“Don't you think you're being a bit arrogant and conceited?” she said seductively.
“I was convinced when you said I was the best lover.” I lowered my head to her ear, inhaling her wonderful scent. Biting the tip, I whispered, “But it's a fact that I'm irresistible.”
I descended her neck, nibbling, reaching the buttons of her thin shirt, which I skillfully unbuttoned, exposing Elisabeth's beautiful breasts. Furthermore, I pressed my mouth over the fabric of her bra, running my tongue over her warm skin. Panting, she caressed my hair, intertwining her fingers in the strands.
“Patrick...” she moaned as I slid the strap of her bra off her shoulders and took her nipples into my mouth. “Wasn't I supposed to be torturing you?”
“I can't resist you, Lis...” I whispered, pressing her breasts together and licking the middle.
Smiling mischievously, she pushed me off, slipping out from underneath and stripping completely in front of me, running her nails from my chin, between her breasts, down to her belly.
“Stay here until I come back,” she said, leaving and returning minutes later. I had already taken off my clothes and waited for her naked on the bed. “Patrick, you really don't waste time.”
“When it comes to you, never.” I smiled seductively, eager to ravish her body. In her hands, she held long scarves. “What are those for?”
Elisabeth smiled, looking from the fabric to the headboard of the bed. I followed her gaze, shaking my head.
“So, I’ll be your captive?” I said it playfully, lying down and stretching out my arms.
“A captive resists, Patrick... You're just a shameless guy who likes games!” Laughing, Lis came to the side of the bed, tying one hand to her breasts in front of me. I stretched my head, licking the underside and making her skin tingle. “Be patient,” she warned, laughing and moving to the other side to tie my other hand. Picking up a glass from the floor, I noticed it had ice in it, something I hadn't realized she had taken. I smiled, excited about what Lis was planning. Lis raised the ice cube, showing it to me, then sucking on it before placing it in her mouth, positioning herself at the foot of the bed. Her nails played on my skin, while her tongue, a mix of hot and cold, slid from my thighs to the sides of my groin.
“This is cruel, apprentice,” I groaned as she took the ice out of her mouth, running it around my aroused erection while she took the head into her mouth, subtly sucking, creating a mix of cold and hot sensations.
I bit my lips hard, moving my legs. Elisabeth squeezed my thighs firmly, her nails making me stop.
“Behave!” she said authoritatively, placing her hand around my shaft, massaging, and sliding up and down while teasing the tip with her tongue.
“Lis, you're going to drive me crazy.” I growled, excited, thrusting my hips towards her, pushing into her warm, soft mouth.
Stopping, she pulled the skin down, passing the ice, and then blowing, causing unimaginable shivers. Her hand roamed over my abdomen to my chest, groping, squeezing, and sliding her nails, while her mouth skillfully teased the sides. Descending to my sack and rising from the base to the tip, she covered it entirely with her sweet lips. I tried to pull my hands from the restraints, desperate to free myself and have her.
“No, this is your punishment. You can't touch me while I tease you,” Elisabeth said between my legs, kissing my groin and then biting.
“That's why I call you a rascal.” I smiled, moaning as she sucked intensely, moving back and forth. “Damn, Lis, what a delicious mouth!”
I let go, throwing my head back and closing my eyes, moving my hips to meet her warm mouth. I lowered my head, marveling at the beauty and wickedness of this little woman. She looked up, smiling subtly with her mouth still full, aware of the pleasure and desire she was giving me.
“My Elisabeth...” I moaned, overwhelmed.
Lis increased the rhythm and pressure of her sucking, massaging as she moaned while sucking me deliciously. I felt the peak explode in her lips. Hungrily, she sucked everything, not stopping her caresses and kisses.
“That was... wow... the best torture I've ever had,” I said, panting and pulling at my arms. “Can you untie me?”
“No!” Elisabeth said it firmly, wiping around her mouth.
“No?” I raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“My turn, master.” Smiling boldly, Lis climbed over my body, deliberately brushing her breasts against my skin and stopping in front of my mouth. “Stick out your tongue!”
I smiled at her wickedness, eager to explore her wonderful intimacy and feel her throb and contract against my tongue.
“I'll do anything you desire, my Elisabeth.” A smile formed on her lips after my words.
Kneeling on either side of my body, Lis leaned forward, offering her breasts for me to suck. I ran my tongue over her nipples, nibbling the sides before sucking eagerly. Moaning, she gripped my shoulders, sliding her hands to my neck, squeezing gently, breaking the moment, causing me to pout in protest.