Chapter: 43
Patrick presses me though my underwear and I undo his belt and pants and I palm him though his boxers. He presses hard and moves one hand to untuck my tank top and moves his hand under my shirt to my boob. He squeezes and I moan a little.
'God, I love you' I say in between breaths.
'I love you too' he says sliding a finger inside of me and I arch my hips up.
I keep pumping him and I can feel how hard he is. 'Hard already?' I ask him in a soft voice he smiles.
'I was half hard when I saw you at the bar and again as you were talking about having children with me' he whispers and moans a little.
I smile pulling a little harder 'Shit, I need to be inside you, I'm sorry I'm just so hard' he says
'Its fine, baby' I say to him reassuring him it's okay that he is progressing faster than I am.
He pulls down is pants enough so his hard and leaking dick is exposed. He pulls over my underwear and glides into me. We both moan and I grab his shorter hair.
'I'm not going to last long, baby' he says as he moves in and out of me.
I nod and I reach down and play with my clit to help me come faster.
He moves my hand after a few minutes and takes over pressing and rubbing harder and harder. I can feel him twitch inside me so I say 'Come inside me, pretend we're starting a family and come in me deep' trying to make him come. He moans and rubs me even harder.
'Jesus, I'm going to come' I say leaning my head back 'I'm right there' I tell him, moaning.
He pushes in deeper and deeper until I feel him poke my cervix and I can't help but come moaning out his name. That sends him over the edge as he pushes in deep one more time and comes deep inside me.
'Ahhhh, Jo, god' he moans.
We both lay there, breathing deep. Patrick's head is resting on my chest and I am stroking his hair gently. He gently pulls out as he sits up and puts his dick back in his pants. I lean on my elbows and smile 'That was amazing' I tell him.
He smiles back at me 'Yeah it really was' he says as we both lay on the bed and I am in his arms and we fall asleep.
We wake up a few hours later and I slowly slide out of his arms and go to the bathroom, I fix my hair, and fix my makeup. I walk out and Patrick is awake.
'Sorry, did I wake you up?' I say sitting back on the bed.
Patrick shakes his head 'No, it had a slight of panic when you were't next to me' he says
'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to panic you' I saw leaning over to give him a kiss.
'It's 5:15 and we have dinner at 6 so think I might change so I and ready to go' I say getting up and grabbing my dress from the closet.
'Good plan, I think I might just change my shirt, what do you think?' He asks me.
'Yeah, can I see you shirt options?' I say and he nods he pulls who shirts, one is a black button down and the other is white it small flowers on it and It would match my dress more. 'The white floral, we can both we similar colors' I tell him.
'Perfect, see I need you around all the time to tell me what to wear' he says.
I smile 'You dress nice without my help' I say giving him a quick peck and going into the bathroom to change.
I come out and he is already dressed. I put my other clothes in the suitcase and I grab my white boots and sit on the bed to pull them on. I unbraid my hair and I let it fall past my shoulders.
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Wildflowers
Teen FictionSex, Drugs, Rock and Roll....and Murder? The life of the daughter of a re-tired cop turned private eye, is anything but boring. Jo Miller is anything but your typical hippie, so see how 1970 will change her life forever. Warnings: Smut, Drug Use, M...