Chapter 150 Never Letting Go

Chapter 150 Never Letting Go
Christina: POV

I stared up at the ceiling, feeling Patrick's fingers tracing lazy patterns along my bare back.

The satin sheets pooled around our waists, and my skin tingled wherever his touch lingered.

"Now I can finally get a good look at you," Patrick murmured, his palm sliding down the curve of my spine.

I shivered involuntarily, electricity racing through me at his touch.

Even after everything we had just done, my body still responded to him like it was the first time.

"Had enough yet?" I asked, trying to sound casual despite the flutter in my chest.

Patrick shook his head, that devastatingly charming smile playing on his lips.

"Never enough."

Without warning, he flipped me onto my back, pinning me beneath him.

His lips descended on my body, planting kisses everywhere—my forehead, eyelids, nose, lips, then working his way down to my chin, neck, and collarbone.

"I'm going to kiss every inch of you," he promised between kisses.

"Mark every part of you as mine."

I tilted my head back, exposing more of my neck to his hungry mouth, a moan escaping my lips as he found that sensitive spot below my ear.

His mouth continued its journey downward, capturing my nipple, his tongue swirling expertly around the sensitive peak.

As I arched into his touch, my arm accidentally knocked against the nightstand, causing the drawer to slide open slightly.

Patrick's attention shifted, his gaze catching on something pink peeking out from the drawer.

Before I could stop him, he was reaching over, curiosity overtaking him.

"What's this?" he asked, eyebrows raised as he pulled out my rabbit-shaped vibrator.

"My competition?"

"Oh my God!" I gasped, my face instantly heating to what must have been tomato-red.

I made a desperate grab for it.

"Put that back, Patrick!"

"No, no," he said, holding it just out of reach, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"I'm curious how you use this."

Patrick examined the vibrator with undisguised interest.

"So this is how you take care of yourself when I'm not around?"

I covered my face with my hands, mortified.

"Jesus, this is so embarrassing," I mumbled through my fingers.

He leaned down, kissing the backs of my hands over my face.

"Don't be shy. I think it's sexy."

The low hum of the vibrator filled the room as he switched it on.

My eyes widened as I peeked through my fingers.

"Want to see how the real thing compares to your toy?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave.

I finally lowered my hands, my embarrassment giving way to curiosity and arousal.

"Are you serious?"

"Absolutely," Patrick replied, capturing my lips in another kiss while gently pressing the vibrator against my breast.

The dual sensation made me gasp, my nipples immediately hardening.

"How does that feel?" he asked, slowly moving the vibrator down my body.

"It's... different," I managed to say, my voice shaking with anticipation.

His lips moved to my ear, teeth grazing my lobe.

"Once we combine these sensations, you'll be addicted."

The vibrator inched closer to my inner thigh, Patrick deliberately circling sensitive areas without touching where I needed it most.

I squirmed beneath him, growing desperate.

"Patrick," I moaned his name, my legs falling open involuntarily, inviting his touch.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice deep and husky as his fingers brushed against my entrance.

"Touch me there," I pleaded, lifting my hips slightly.

"Please, I need you."

Finally, he pressed the vibrator against my most sensitive spot while simultaneously taking my nipple into his mouth.

The dual stimulation was overwhelming, and I cried out, clutching at the sheets.

The constant vibration quickly built the pressure inside me.

My body trembled, completely at his mercy.

"That's it, baby," Patrick encouraged, watching my face intently as pleasure overtook me.

His fingers slid inside, working in rhythm with the vibrator, searching for that spot that drove me wild.

When he found it, I saw stars.

"Oh God, Patrick!" I screamed, gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles turned white.

"I'm coming!"

The orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, my inner walls clenching around his fingers as my body tensed then went limp.

As I floated back to reality, I suddenly felt bold.

I pushed against Patrick's shoulders, urging him to lie back.

"Now it's my turn," I announced, my voice still raspy as I straddled his hips.

Patrick complied, settling his hands on my thighs.

"I'm all yours."

I leaned down to kiss him deeply before trailing my lips down his jaw, neck, and chest.

My fingertips traced the defined muscles of his abdomen, feeling the solid strength beneath his skin.

Continuing my downward journey, I finally reached his hard length.

"You're so big," I marveled, wrapping my fingers around him, feeling his heat and pulse.

Patrick inhaled sharply, his fingers threading through my hair.

"Chris..."

Slowly, I lowered my head, taking him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.

He groaned deeply, his hips instinctively bucking upward.

"Jesus, your mouth feels amazing," he groaned.

I took him deeper, using my hand to stroke what I couldn't fit, establishing a rhythm that had him panting.

"Stop," Patrick finally pulled me up.

"I need to be inside you now."

With a knowing smile, I repositioned myself above him, guiding him to my entrance.

I sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch, both of us sighing with satisfaction at the feeling of completeness.

"You fill me so perfectly," I gasped, pausing when he was fully inside, adjusting to his size.

His hands gripped my waist firmly, his eyes dark with desire.

"Move for me, baby."

I began to ride him slowly, using my hands on his chest for balance.

Patrick thrust upward to meet me, hitting that perfect spot with each movement.

"Just like that," he encouraged, his hands moving from my waist to my bouncing breasts.

He kneaded them gently, thumbs teasing my nipples, adding to my pleasure.

"Patrick, it feels so good," I moaned, increasing my pace.

Suddenly, Patrick sat up, wrapping my legs around his waist while staying connected.

This new angle drove him impossibly deeper, and I cried out at the sensation.

"Look at me," he commanded, cupping my face.

"I want to see your eyes."

Our gazes locked as we continued moving together, the intimacy of this position making my heart race.

Patrick captured my mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of our bodies.

His thrusts became faster, more urgent.

The room filled with the sounds of our breathing and moaning.

"I'm close," I whispered in his ear, feeling my inner walls beginning to contract.

"Me too," he responded, his hand sliding between us to circle my sensitive bud.

"Come with me," he ordered, increasing both the speed and force of his thrusts.

When the climax hit, I screamed his name, my entire body convulsing with pleasure.

Patrick followed immediately, growling as he found his release inside me.

After resting briefly, Patrick carried me to the bathroom, both of us still naked.

"We need to clean up," he said.

Warm water cascaded over our bodies from the shower.

Patrick held me from behind, and I felt him hardening against me again.

"I'm not satisfied yet," he whispered in my ear, his erection pressing against the curve of my backside.

I turned to face him, lifting one leg to hook around his waist.

"Then don't stop."

Patrick lifted my other leg, pinning me against the tiled wall as he entered me again.

The water ran over our joined bodies as he thrust more forcefully than before.

"Oh God, Patrick!" I cried out, my nails digging into his wet shoulders, leaving marks.

The bathroom acoustics amplified our sounds of pleasure, despite the water partially muffling them.

"You feel even better when you're wet," Patrick groaned, accelerating his pace.

I felt a third orgasm building, my inner muscles gripping him tightly.

"Patrick, I can't... it's too much..."

"Let go, baby," he encouraged.

"Come for me one more time."

After our shower, we dried off and collapsed back into bed, exhausted.

I cuddled against Patrick's chest as his fingers traced gentle patterns on my shoulder and arm.

This quiet intimacy felt almost more powerful than the physical passion we had just shared.

"Don't disappear on me again," he suddenly said, vulnerability evident in his voice.

I looked up into his eyes, seeing genuine emotion and hidden insecurity there.