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"We'll meet back at our place then," Patrick tells Jackson, standing from his chair. We part ways in front of the restaurant, but not before Jackson gives me a quick wink. I smile at him and bite my lip involuntarily, practically tasting him on my lips. I realize I don't think I can handle the suspense any longer... I need to have them, and have them both, as immediately as possible.
Patrick and I walk to the apartment he shares with Jackson, stealing sideways, admiring glances at each other. I realize it was most likely his hand underneath the table rather than Jackson's, since Patrick is much more likely to have started to seduce me unprompted. As his keys jingle in the door, I realize we are going to be alone before Jackson returns.
"Want some coffee?" he asks, and I nod, so we make our way to the kitchen. The last thing I need is to feel edgier, but I need to imbibe something to momentarily quell my restless oral fixation.
I reach into the cupboard to take down some cups, but Patrick comes up behind me, his arm sneaking around my waist, pulling me back towards his body. He pushes away the hair from my neck, lowering his lips to the supremely tender skin. The build up of months' worth of seduction has culminated into this, making my decision to respond much more readily.
I turn around to face him, and his lips descend on mine without hesitation, letting me finally taste him. His kiss is gentle yet deep, probing, the softness of his tongue on mine forcing me to wonder how it would feel on the rest of my skin. His fingers tangle in my mess of curls, his other arm around my back, pulling me tight, the feel of his body causing waves of warmth to crash within me. I crush my breasts into him, pressing my palm against the pulsing erection in his jeans.
"Don't tease me," he says, smiling, his face only inches from mine.
"I'm not," I promise, tugging his shirt to bring him back down to me again. Patrick eagerly runs his hands over the slope of my back, my ass. My knees weaken, my fluids pooling between my thighs. His mouth tenderly brushes against mine, one of his large hands roving over my flat belly up to my breasts.
"In case you were wondering," Patrick murmurs against my lips, his other hand now traveling up the hem of my dress, "that was my hand under the table."
I ponder this for a fleeting second as his fingers find the front of my sheer panties again, soaked through with my lust. He smiles, pleased he is able to elicit such a reaction from me. His other hand slips over my exposed shoulder, his mouth descending to my neck, my collarbone. His fingers twine in the strap of my dress, slipping it down my arm, revealing the lace of my cherry red bra.
Patrick's arm drops down to hike up my dress around my waist, looping his fingers in each side of my matching red g-string, letting it fall to the ground at my feet. I am conscious only of his experienced digits between my legs, rubbing my soreness. He watches me and slips his fingers inside, making me moan. My hands roam over his ass, pushing him closer to me, feeling his considerable erection against my belly.
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