Sliding his arm beneath her knees, he drew her legs over his lap. Tera wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened their kiss. It became hotter, more passionate, her lips drawing his tongue into her mouth to suck on it.

Another part of his anatomy would love to be sucked.

A low grown came from Patrick's throat at the thought of Tera's lips wrapped around his cock. Before anything like that happened, he had to satisfy her first. Never lifting his mouth from hers, he lowered Tera to the couch. Needing to touch her skin, he ran his hand beneath her sweater, rested it on her warm, smooth stomach.

She moaned against his mouth.

Patrick continued his examination of her soft skin. He slid his hand over her stomach, her side, her lower back. He traveled up her back until he reached her bra strap. A couple of flicks of his thumb and forefinger and the snaps parted to give him more access to her back.

And breast.

Slipping his hand beneath one lacy cup, Patrick palmed her firm breast. It more than filled his hand. His thumb brushed across a pouting nipple. He loved how it grew bigger, harder, with his caress.

He had to taste it.

Patrick pushed her sweater and bra above her breasts. He didn't want to stop kissing her, but had to so he could see what he'd uncovered. After one more sweep of his tongue across her lips, he raised his head and looked down.

"God," he muttered in awe.

Her breasts were beautiful...round and full with large, coral areolas and nipples. He plumped one breast in his palm, lifted it as he lowered his head. He swiped his tongue across the tip first, then tugged on it with his teeth. Tera moaned again. Patrick circled her nipple over and over with his tongue as he watched her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. Pleasure obviously gripped her body.

He wanted to give her more.

He drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Tera's back arched off the couch. One leg fell from his lap, leaving her open to his touch. Patrick laid his hand between her thighs. He could feel her warmth, her dampness, through her pants. Her pussy must be soaking wet.

She opened her eyes and looked into his. Patrick released her nipple long enough to kiss her thoroughly before sucking on the tip again. Pressing one finger against her clit, he slowly rubbed it as he switched to her other nipple.

"Patrick." Her voice came out choked and raspy. She pumped her hips in the same rhythm with his stroking fingers.

"You like this?" he asked against her breast.

"Yesssssss."

"I want to feel your body tremble when you come."

"I-I can't."

Patrick stilled his hand as he lifted his head, gazed into her eyes. "Why not?"

"I'm not...very good at that."

Translation—her bastard ex-fiancé hadn't taken the time to satisfy her. Patrick would never understand why a man would be so selfish. He loved taking a woman all the way to a climax...seeing her skin flush, hearing the little sounds of pleasure in her throat, feeling the walls of her pussy pulse around his fingers or cock.

He loved every part of it. And it pissed him off that Tera had been denied all those experiences.

"Well then..." He released the button on her pants. "I guess..." The rasp of her zipper sounded loud in the quiet room. "I'm going to have to..." He slipped his hand inside her panties. "Work harder."

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