"END GAME" - ᴍᴀʜᴏᴍᴇs.

056. fuck

Patrick's fingertips grazed over Kylie's soft skin, tracing the subtle contours of her belly as he marveled at the life growing inside her. Simultaneously, an unexpected surge of desire swept through Kylie, igniting a fire within her core that only intensified with each passing second.
Feeling emboldened by the depth of their emotional reunion, Kylie tilted her head back and kissed Patrick with newfound passion and abandon, the desperation to reconnect and reignite their intimacy palpable in every thrashing beat of her pulse. Yet even in the midst of this passionate interlude, Patrick's inquiry pierced through the haze of lust, his voice tinged with concern.
"What are you doing, baby?" he asked hoarsely, his question a plea rather than accusation as he searched Kylie's eyes for clarity amidst the torrent of feelings overwhelming them both. herblips lingered on his, savoring the taste of his mouth and the weight of his questioning gaze. A flush crept up her neck, pooling in her cheeks as she acknowledged the primal hunger now consuming her. Slowly, she broke the kiss, panting softly as she gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes.
"I want you," she admitted, her voice husky with need. "Right here, right now. I need to feel close to you again."
Patrick's pupils dilated, reflecting the mirrored intensity of her desires. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling Kylie flush against his body. She could feel the rigid length of his arousal pressed firmly against her stomach, a potent reminder of their lingering attraction.
"We shouldn't rush back into things," he warned, even as his hands roamed her curves with increasing urgency. Despite the caution in his words, Patrick's actions betrayed his own deep-seated cravings. His palms slid lower, dipping beneath the hem of Kylie's shirt to caress the warm expanse of her skin, tracing the gentle swell of her belly before drifting higher to cup the heavy globes of her breasts.
Kylie arched into his touch, a needy moan escaping her parted lips. The dual sensations of Patrick's hands exploring her body and his hardness nudging insistently against her sensitive flesh proved too much to resist. With a feral growl, she attacked his mouth once more, kissing him with wild abandon as her hands frantically worked to divest her of her clothing. Releasing a breathy gasp as she tossed aside her shirt, Kylie stood before Patrick, her exposed torso bared to his eager gaze. A delicate flush painted her skin, contrasting vividly with the rose-colored peaks of her nipples that poked forth like ripe berries begging to be savored.
"Mh... yes," Kylie sighed, her head falling back as Patrick's thumbs gently brushed over the hypersensitive buds. The sensation shot lightning bolts straight to her core, rendering her tremulous and weak-kneed. "They're so sensitive now," she confessed in a hushed tone, her voice thick with arousal.
tenderness flashed across Patrick's features as he gazed upon Kylie's naked beauty.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, bending to capture one pert nipple between his lips. Patrick's tongue swirled around Kylie's nipple, lapping at the hardened peak with a slow, sensual rhythm that drew out her pleasure. Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on as she let out a series of breathy moans and whimpers, each sound music to his ears.
As he lavished attention on her breast, Patrick's free hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Kylie's leggings to caress the smooth, bare skin of her hip. His thumb traced teasing circles near the edge of her panties, the fabric dampening from her growing arousal.
"You taste amazing, baby," Patrick murmured against her skin, his words vibrating through her chest. He switched to her other nipple, alternating between gentle sucks and flicks of his tongue until Kylie was squirming and panting. Lost in a haze of pleasure, Kylie's hips rocked instinctively against Patrick's palm, seeking more of the delicious friction building between her thighs. The heat emanating from her core was undeniable, and she knew he could likely feel it seeping through the thin barrier of her underwear.
With a low groan, Patrick tore his mouth away from Kylie's breast, his chest heaving as he looked up at her with burning, lust-filled eyes.
"Baby, you're soaked," he rasped, his fingers delving deeper to stroke through the slick folds of her pussy. "So wet for me already..."
Kylie's head fell back, a choked cry escaping her throat as Patrick's skilled touch coaxed a flood of arousal from her body. Her nails dug into his shoulders, holding him close as waves of pleasure crashed over her, threatening to sweep her away entirely. As Kylie's voice quivered with desperate need, her hands flew to Patrick's chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt.
"Too many clothes," she insisted breathlessly, her eyes blazing with unbridled lust. The air was charged with anticipation as she waited for him to comply with her demands.
A deep, rumbling chuckle escaped Patrick's throat, the vibrations sending pleasant shivers down Kylie's spine. With a grin, he obliged her request, peeling off his shirt to reveal the impressive, albeit weathered, expanse of his chest. The rugged landscape of scar tissue, muscled definition, and subtle paunch hinted at years of hard living, yet also spoke volumes about the man's strength and character beneath the surface.
"Oh my god..." Kylie trailed off, her gaze drinking in the sight of Patrick's semi-naked form. A sly smile played on Patrick's lips as he awaited Kylie's verdict, his confidence bolstered by the obvious admiration in her eyes. "Better?" he asked, his voice low and husky with amusement.
Kylie nodded fervently, her fingers trailing down the ridges of his abdomen to tease the waistband of his pants.
"Much better," she breathed, her touch igniting a spark of raw desire within her.