Chapter 157 Intimately Yours

Chapter 157 Intimately Yours
Patrick: POV

Christina leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine, fulfilling my simple request for a kiss.

I'd expected something quick and chaste—a peck to appease me before she returned to her workout.

But the moment her soft lips touched mine, something electric passed between us.

I couldn't help myself.

My hands moved to the back of her neck, deepening what was supposed to be an innocent kiss.

My tongue slipped between her parted lips, exploring her mouth with a hunger that surprised even me.

She tasted sweet—like the wine we'd had last night, mixed with something uniquely Christina.

"Sorry," I murmured against her lips, my hands already sliding along the edges of her sports tank, fingers brushing the smooth skin beneath. "Looks like one kiss isn't going to cut it tonight. I want more..."

I felt her body respond, pressing closer to mine despite her earlier protests about needing rest.

Her breathing quickened as she melted against me, silently permitting me to continue.

Without breaking our kiss, I lifted her effortlessly.

Christina instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms looping around my neck.

I carried her toward the bedroom, my lips leaving hers only to trail kisses down her neck and collarbone.

"Your workout clothes are fucking sexy," I growled against her ear, feeling her shiver in response.

The thin fabric of her sports bra left little to the imagination, and those shorts...Christ, they'd been driving me crazy since I first spotted her in the living room.

"I was just trying to exercise," she replied breathlessly, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging lightly in a way that drove me wild.

"You can get a different kind of workout now," I promised, gently laying her on the bed.

I hovered above her, drinking in the sight of her flushed face and parted lips.

With deliberate slowness, I peeled off her sports tank, revealing the black athletic bra underneath that hugged her full breasts.

My mouth went dry at the sight.

"God, you're perfect," I breathed, my palms covering her breasts, squeezing gently through the fabric.

Christina arched into my touch, her hands reaching for the towel around my waist.

The material fell away easily, pooling at my feet beside the bed.

I watched her eyes drift downward, taking in my fully erect cock.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I nearly lost it right there.

"Looks like someone's eager," she teased, her fingers lightly brushing against my length.

I responded by unclasping her sports bra, tossing it aside before lowering my head to capture one nipple between my lips.

I circled the sensitive peak with my tongue while my fingers toyed with the other breast.

The sounds Christina made—half-moans, half-whimpers—were the sweetest music I'd ever heard.

"Oh, Patrick," she gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her.

I kissed my way down her flat stomach until I reached the waistband of her shorts.

Looking up, I sought her permission with my eyes. "May I?"

When she nodded, I slowly pulled down both her shorts and underwear in one smooth motion, leaving her completely naked before me.

The sight of her bare body nearly stole my breath.

I'd seen her naked before, but tonight, in the soft bedroom light, she looked absolutely stunning.

I parted her legs, settling myself between them. "Fuck, you taste so good," I murmured after my tongue made its first exploratory stroke against her center.

I savored her flavor, my tongue delving deeper as her moans encouraged me.

Christina's hands found my hair, guiding me. "Right there... don't stop..."

I focused my attention on her clit, circling it with my tongue while slowly sliding one finger into her wet entrance.

I curved my finger inside her, searching for that spot that would drive her wild.

"You're already so wet," I remarked, looking up briefly to see her face contorted with pleasure.

Christina's hips bucked involuntarily against my mouth as I added a second finger, stretching her gently.

"Patrick, please..." she whimpered, her thighs trembling on either side of my head.

I knew what she needed.

Rising to my knees, I positioned myself between her spread legs.

My cock throbbed with anticipation as I leaned over her.

"Tell me you want this," I demanded, guiding myself to her entrance.

"I want you inside me, now," she panted, her hands gripping my shoulders.

I entered her slowly, both of us sighing with satisfaction as I filled her completely.

The feeling of her tight heat around me was indescribable.

"You feel amazing," I whispered against her ear, beginning to move with slow, powerful thrusts.

Christina's legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper.

"Harder, Patrick," she urged, and I was happy to comply.

I increased my pace, driving into her with more force, each thrust taking me deeper than before.

The bed creaked rhythmically beneath us, matching our movements.

I gripped her ass, changing the angle slightly to hit that sweet spot inside her with every thrust.

"Right there, oh God," Christina cried out, her nails digging into my back.

I lowered my head to capture one of her breasts in my mouth again, my tongue flicking across the hardened nipple.

"Your breasts are beautiful," I praised, one hand kneading the soft flesh while I continued to thrust into her.

Christina's breathing became more erratic, her body beginning to tremble subtly. "I'm getting close..."

Suddenly, I stopped and flipped her over, ignoring her disappointed moan at the momentary loss of contact.

"Get on your knees," I commanded, my voice rough with desire.

Christina complied, positioning herself on all fours before looking back at me with a teasing smile. "Like this?"

"Perfect," I growled, gripping her hips firmly as I entered her again from behind.

This position allowed me to penetrate even deeper, and Christina's loud cry confirmed just how good it felt.

"Oh my God, Patrick!"

"You feel so tight like this," I gritted out through clenched teeth, gradually increasing my pace.

The view of her back arched before me, her ass meeting each of my thrusts, was almost too much to bear.

I reached around to find her clit, circling it with my fingers while maintaining our rhythm. My other hand moved to caress her swaying breasts.

"Come for me, baby," I encouraged, feeling her begin to tighten around me.

"Patrick, I'm coming!" she screamed, her inner walls clenching around my cock as her orgasm hit.

I continued to stroke her through her climax, prolonging her pleasure as much as possible.

After she collapsed onto the bed, I carefully turned her over to face me again. "You okay?" I asked, kissing her gently.

"More than okay," she smiled, still catching her breath.

I pulled her up, guiding her to straddle me. "Ride me. I want to see your face when you come again."

Christina straddled my hips, slowly sinking down onto my length. She began to move, her hands braced against my chest as she found her rhythm.

My hands roamed over her bouncing breasts as I watched her ride me. "You look so fucking hot like this."

As her movements became faster and more erratic, I reached between us to stimulate her clit. "Oh fuck, Patrick, I'm gonna come again," she panted, her rhythm faltering.

I was close too, teetering on the edge. "Come with me, Christina."

I thrust upward, matching her pace while increasing the pressure of my fingers. Christina screamed my name as she came for the second time, her inner muscles contracting around me and pushing me over the edge.

I exploded inside her, groaning her name as we rode out our shared orgasm together.

Christina collapsed onto my chest, both of us breathing heavily. I stroked her back gently, placing a tender kiss on her forehead.

"I'm exhausted," she murmured against my skin, her voice slightly hoarse from screaming.

I flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath me with a wicked grin.

The desire in my eyes hadn't dimmed one bit. "Be good, baby. We're just getting started for round two."

I captured her lips again, my hands already beginning to roam her body, ready to awaken her desire once more.