Mr. Stump

Sensual In Such Non-Conventional Ways

*Smut Warning*

Just as Patrick pulls into the familiar building complex where his apartment condo sat comfortably on the top floor, my heart begins thumping wildly. I knew what i had gotten myself into but the actual thought of what was about to happened terrified me. Would it hurt? Would it feel good? From what Angie and Kristina told me that at first it hurt but then it felt good, but maybe its different for every girl.

Patrick puts the car in park and unlocks the car for the both of us to get out. My body temperature has risen about 10 degrees from being on edge. Patrick slipped off his coat noticing my soft shivers, gently placing it on my shoulders. "Its warmer inside I promise. " Patrick reassures me as we approach the double doors of the complex. As we enter the golden plated doors, the foyer is decorated in more vintage decor with satin chairs and couches while to our left is a marble desk that at the moment was unoccupied. I didn't remember what it looked like the first time due to the excitement of New Years. Remind me to never drink like that again. 

Patrick, keeping me close to his side by securing his hand against my hip, leads me to the elevator. The elevator is called and the ding almost made me jump out of my heels that surprisingly were still on my feet the whole night through the pain. The doors open to an empty elevator and we both step inside. The door slowly closes shut, leaving me and Patrick in the monotone and simplistic elevator music. I glance at him and I can tell he is just as nervous as I am. Neither of us knew how this was going to go. Just as I'm about say something, Patrick blurts out "you'll tell me if i'm hurting you....right? " My cheeks blush and my body goes numb from happiness. This was happening. His eyes full of concern and care, he places his hand gently on my cheek waiting for some sign of understanding or agreement. Consent. My eyes flicker between his two and for once, I let myself fall.

Completely.

I smash my lips onto his with such lust, I feel like I might have hurt him but that doesn't stop either of us. Patrick's hands are instantly in my hair and on my ass, understanding that hes allowed to do this. His jacket falls off my shoulders, yearning my dress to follow in its footsteps. The ding of the elevator snaps us back into reality, but not stopping Patrick to sweep me off my feet and carrying me princess-style down the hall to his room. I giggle insisting Patrick to put me down, but nothing was going to stop him. We burst into his apartment, darkness covers the rooms like thick blankets. Our heavy breathing keeps in time as we stumble and trip our way to his bedroom. The tension ceases for a second, silence falls between us. The beeping horns and fast cars in the distance is the only thing I hear looking to Patrick who's eyes are fixated on me. Looking to the ground, I feel for the zipper on my dress, slowly and surly, sliding it down. I can see just the sound is driving Patrick up the wall. He moves closer and just as I reach the bottom, his hand dive into my open dress. My skin is cold as ice against his worn and heated hands, he shifts the dress to fall to the wooden floor. I stand, in the underwear and bra I had bought that day, red and black lace hugged my bosom and hips in a satisfactory manner. Patrick, losing his breath for a moment, struggled to unbutton his shirt, his nerves working against his fingers. While stepping our of my heels, I place my hands over his, bringing his eyes from the buttons to my face. His cheeks are vibrantly lit even in the darkness. I gently kiss him, letting my lips divert his attention from the shirt that I was opening. After the last button, his shirt is off of his wide, strong shoulders, exposing his decently toned body. 

His lips make there way to my neck, stopping at my chest and suckling gently, releasing my bra and tossing it onto the floor. He then lifts me by the thighs onto the bed. His lips go lower and lower until he bites the brink of my panties. He looks to me, waiting if he is allowed to continue. Through my pleasureful moans I breathe out " Yes " And just as quick as he stopped, I feel the soft lace slide down my legs.  The cold hits my underbelly fast but not for long as Patrick pulls me closer, containing in between my legs with his hot tongue. I clench the bed sheets holding back my voice from crying out while his tongue moves rapidly. Just as I'm about to reach my peak, Patrick slowly moves one finger inside, gentle as possible, sends me over. I gasp Patrick's name and feel my hips and thighs go numb from pleasure. Patrick kisses his way back to my neck and begins whispering things into my ear...dirty things. " God you've been a good girl in my classroom...lets see what your like in detention...." Pulling the covers over the both of us I hear the unzipping of his pants, the ripping of a condom package and the creaking of the bed. Patrick, straddling above me leans down and whispers " are you okay Kora? Are you ready?" I look deep into his bright eyes and nod gently, wrapping my arms around his neck and biting my teeth onto his shoulder.

I feel the tip enter. Patrick's slow and gentle, feeling his hand on the small of my back. He goes deeper and deeper until he stops and waits for me to tell him to go. It hurts like hell, like my legs were being torn apart. Burning, I feel the tears well up in my eyes, my teeth bite hard into Patrick's shoulder, the taste of copper is soft on my lips. I hear Patrick wince but he doesn't stop me. I breathe quick and sharp as the pain finally settles and I kiss Patrick, letting him continue. He slightly pulls back and begins a consistent thrust as the pain is switched at a slow pace to pleasure. Sweat is forming and I no longer know which is mine. Our breathing and hearts are in sync with each other. My legs twist around Patrick's hips as he goes faster and faster, harder, deeper. His lips are against my ear when I hear him say " I love you Kora...oh god....I love you...." My mind goes blank and my ears begin to ring as a feeling overtakes my entire being and it is exchanged with ecstasy. Patrick's voice rings out in satisfaction as he is en-coaxed with the same feeling. His breathing heavy as he pulls me close, both our bodies covered in sweat, our skin sticks to each other. Patrick looks me over " a.....a....are you.....okay? " he says with each breath. I look to him and nod, a smile is added to my face as I look at him. His cheeks are flushed of color and his pupils are dilated from excitement. Before I drift into the comfort and coolness of Patrick's bed, words escape my mouth...  

"Ill always be okay if I'm with you..."

MY GOODNESS Kora has come a long way hasn't she? 

Shes got a lot more in store, you just stick around.

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- Miss_Benzedrine