This knowledge on hand, he worked that much harder to make her come. Patrick began moving his tongue faster against her clit, making the nerves inside come alive. Writhing, she began to move her hips in time with his tongue. Shaking violently, she let out a loud moan as all of her muscles clenched in orgasm. Cries tumbled out of her like a fountain. He drinks in everyone like the air he breathes. Continuing his crusade over her skin with his lips, he found his way back to her breasts and then to her neck. Biting in, and then soothing the wound with his tongue, he felt her shake in pleasure. Lifting one of her legs, he guides it around his waist and eases his hard cock so that it rests at her opening. She drags in a ragged breath, holding it, waiting, looking up into his eyes. Her gaze was accepting and loving.
�Are you sure you�re ok? We can stop if you want. I want you to be okay with this.� He had to be sure. He had to make sure she was okay with this. �I�m okay Patrick. I want this. I want you�please�please don�t stop now. I�ll die if you do!� Her pleas were too much for him to take. Pushing into her, he felt the head slide in as she gasped, clenching her muscles around him reflexively. Pushing in slowly, he feels every single inch of her beneath him. As he hits the back of her, she intakes her breath sharply, whimpering in sudden pain. A tearing sensation and then her innocence is gone, lost forever to him. The knowledge of that almost made him want to cry. His hips began rocking against her of their own accord. He pushed in and out of her at a slow and lingering pace, the sensations coming out of it already a million times better than anything he�d ever felt. It felt as if forever was happening around him and all that was important was her and him. His senses reeled as she moaned and whimpered. The pain slowly subsided into pleasure as she urged him on. He complied more than willingly.
His instincts began working, telling him to move faster into her. The more he moved, the more he wanted to move. His hips began thrusting into her at an almost frenzied pace, the sheath of her tight and warm. Moaning, he kissed her neck, reassuring her that he�s still there and that this is the most wonderful thing in the world to him. Her whimpers and cries feeding him more desire. Thrusting faster, the muscles within him contracted, making him feel like he might not make it another moment without coming.
"I'm...I'm coming" his cry was desperate as in one fantastic moment he froze and came, moaning against the savage force of pleasure inside him. The moment was elastic seeming to stretch forever. No words came to reassure her about his love, his pleasure, any number of things that coursed through his mind. But only a low moan escaped; he couldn't think.
The feeling finally subsided after several long moments of intensity. He opened his eyes again, not realizing they had been closed. She was still staring at him, watching what she had done. "I love you" she whispered, kissing his forehead and pulling him down to lay next to her. "I love you too." but that didn't seem accurate. Not that he knew what would better replace it, so 'I love you' would have to suffice. She was already asleep. Hs settled in, drifting off himself. He hoped he had done her justice and marveled on how much he could love one person so much. His last thoughts dropped away as he slipped into sleep himself.