I awoke with a start, unsure of what had disturbed me, but immediately conscious of the warm, heavy weight of a male body against me and a full bladder. Memories returned in a heated rush and I smiled, nestling my ass back against Patrick and enjoying the sensual rush of pleasure. But, my body insisted on another type of relief so I shifted carefully away from him, trying not to disturb his slumber. Patrick's firm lips released a sigh and his arm tightened around my waist so I paused, watching his face for signs that he was waking. Waiting a brief moment, I tugged his hand and slid out from beneath his arm, sliding carefully off the bed before padding to the washroom.
After relieving myself and washing up, I spotted a terry robe on the back of the door. Donning it, I left the small room, stopping in the doorway to peruse the room before me. A chest of drawers, a ladder-back chair, a comfortable armchair and the bed were all the room contained. My perusal stopped at the bed where Patrick still slumbered, his fine, firm ass on display for me. I had often wondered at the body beneath his clothes and I was not disappointed. He shifted on the bed, sliding his top leg over and the muscles on his back moved, drawing my eyes. He was all too fuckable!
I knew this had to be his house; where else would he have taken me? Spotting a window with a heavy curtain covering it, I walked over and lifted it. The sun was hovering beneath the horizon, but dawn was ready to break and I was glad it was Saturday. Envisioning a day spent in more carnal pleasures, I grinned, dropping the curtain and headed for the only other door, surmising it lead upstairs.
The door at the top of the stairs opened to a kitchen. Patrick's kitchen, I knew from a previous visit. I was happy to learn my previous thoughts were correct and he had taken me to his home. The curtains were open, the dawn-lightened sky revealing the clean, organized counters, sturdy table and chairs as well as a coffee pot. I found coffee in the first cupboard I opened, again noting the clean organization, and quickly started a pot.
As I stood by the counter, waiting to mainline the first cup, I rolled my shoulders, noting the twinges as I did. Stretching my arms over my head, more twinges made themselves known and I couldn't wipe the smile off my head at how they had been acquired. As I lowered them, hard male arms snaked around my waist, pulling me backwards. I wrapped my arms around his and leaned back.
"Good morning." Patrick murmured against my hair, rubbing his unshaven jaw against me. I responded, slightly breathlessly as I tilted my head back and he swooped down, his mouth open against my shoulder as the robe parted. He trailed them up my neck and I sighed, barely noticing as his hands made short work of the tie in front. His teasing nibbles along my jaw caused new tingles to run along my nerves and I gasped as he suddenly cupped my breasts, his fingers plucking my hard nipples. A tremor ran through my body as he pulled me more firmly against him and I felt his hard cock prodding my ass through the robe.
Twisting my head, I captured his lips with mine, thrusting my tongue between them and he responded, meeting my challenge with his own. His fingers tightened almost painfully on my nipples, pulling them harder and I revelled in the sensations. The pain caused pleasure to sear heat between my nipples and my pussy, wringing a gasp from me as moisture gathered there. Taking advantage, Patrick thrust his tongue against mine, wresting back control of the kiss.
Turning me to face him, he pushed the robe off my shoulders, our mouths never parting. I felt his hard cock prodding my belly and I pushed against it, trapping it between us and rubbing my body against his. Patrick growled low in his throat as his hands slid down, cupping my ass and pulling me up against him firmly. Pictures flew through my mind of all the lovely clean surfaces in that kitchen and all I wanted was for him to choose one and fuck me any way he wanted. I clasped his shoulders, nails digging in as I slid one leg up his hair-roughened one, trying to lift myself.
Patrick grinned against my lips. "Does my sweet, sexy slut need a good fucking?" He slid his hands down, fingers slipping down between my ass cheeks to probe my pussy. "God, you're so wet." He pulled his mouth off mine, kissing my closed lids briefly. I could only stand there, as he slid one thick finger inside me. Gasping, my eyes flew open to find him staring at me with speculation. He knew how much I wanted him and I could feel his cock telling me the same about him. My eyebrow arched and a slow smile spread across my lips.
Withdrawing his finger, Patrick smiled back and I knew I had won and was in for another fucking. He slid his hands up my back to my shoulders, squeezing them lightly. One hand moved to my leg, hooked around his, and he gently pushed it down, before returning to my shoulder. My smile faded, confused by his actions, but willing to adjust as I pressed against him again, moving against his trapped cock. He closed his eyes, shook his head briefly, then suddenly pushed against my shoulders, pushing me down.
"On your knees, slut." Patrick growled the words as my knees hit the floor, his hard cock waving in front of my face. "You'll get fucked, but on my terms." He was returning to the persona of last night and, heavens, did this turn me on! Even without the blindfold and ties, it was the control in his voice that caused new juices to flood my pussy. I felt the slow drip as they ran down my inner thighs, licking my lips as I eyed his cock.
I hadn't had a chance to see it last night so my eyes drank their fill. It was thick and long, befitting a large man like Patrick, nestled in a bed of dark curly hair, his balls hanging below. A drop of liquid seeped from the slit of the thick mushroomed head and I leaned forward to lap it up. I heard his quick intake of breath and his hand fell heavily on my head, running down my hair. I looked up through my lashes, lapping the slit again. His features were hard with need and something else that thrilled me.
"What do you want me to do?" I ran my tongue over his cock head. "Sir?" I knew I was being impudent and wondered if he would react to that. I put my hands on my thighs, leaning back a little and licking my lips, waiting for his next move.
