Crush - Leah Williamson

11. Dress

Dress - Taylor Swift

"Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo.
All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation
My hands are shaking from holding back from you (ah, ah, ah)
[...]
Say my name and everything just stops
I don't want you like a best friend
Only bought this dress so you could take it off"
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"Oh fuck! Patri right there..."

If not for the sounds that my open mouth let out, the room was rather silent. Because it was a chilly morning we decided to keep open the windows, letting the splash of Patricia's fingers come out.

"Didn't know you were this vocal, Ons." She chuckled radiating confidence. All I wanted was for her to never stop

"Don't you... Ah! God you are good." I fisted the sheets when her fingers touched my needy skin

Laying on my stomach and unable to see what Patri was doing, I felt a rush of adrenaline course through my body. I can definitely vouch for her hands are indeed talented, now that I experienced it firsthand

"Yes! Oh, so good!" I whined, my moans coming out muffled since my face was completely pressed against the mattress

"God Ona. Shut a little, would you?" Patri's hands gripped my overworked calf with so much force I thought she was detaching the muscle from the bone. "My neighbors are probably thinking I'm killing someone or I'm having the best wake up ever."

"And sadly none of them are happening." She stated matter-of-factly making me gasp dramatically

"Is it sad you are not killing me Patricia?" My scolding came to a halt when her thumbs pressed on a certain muscle, eliciting a whine from my mouth. I kicked as a reflex and I actually thought I had hit her

"Ah! Wait, it hurts!" All I received as an answer was a gentle slap to my nape

"Es que eres tonta, tía. Where you're from they can't take a hint, can they?" Her hands palmed three times my bare (and now oily) legs before she stepped aside. Her figure appeared on my range of vision resulting in a dreamily smile on my lips

"So you don't want to kill me." I stated while I felt how the so comfortable bed I was and had spent the night in dipped. Next thing I knew and Patri's legs were on either side of my back

Hot

"Depends in what way are we talking about." Her greasy and warm hands, probably red too from all the activity, traced shapeless patterns on my tattooed back. "From pleasure? My dream. Dead dead? No thanks. I prefer you alive and well, even if you are kind of annoying sometimes."

"Ah, you were doing so well Pats."

Let me put you up to speed while Patricia gives me the best back massage I have ever received. If you thought like me when she first touched my naked skin that this was another type of pleasured activity, well let me tell you we are both wrong.

After last night trip to that paella shop (and after one of my favorite photos with Patri) we came back to her living room and absolutely devoured the whole container. We were both so full that didn't even bother cleaning up. I was the first to finish and so I leaned on the sofa's armrest while I watched the last Despicable Me movie as Patricia ate.

"I love this movie. Makes me feel like a child every time." I had said when a silly laugh escaped my mouth and Patricia had looked at me cutely. Her face covered in sauce and rice grains.