A knocking at the door snapped Ariana from a deep slumber. She lay, confused, trying to figure out how long she'd been asleep and what had woken her. Another knock snapped her out of it. She rose, padding to the door, barefoot in underwear and a tank top, rising on her tip toes to see through the peep hole. She was unsurprised to find Patrick standing there, looking off to the side. She unlocked the door, then swung it open, grabbing his shirt and pulling him in before locking him into a kiss. She'd never invited a bar pickup back before. She was breaking her rules, but then he'd done it first, hadn't he? He cupped her ass cheek in one hand as she broke the kiss, panting for breath, eying him hungrily. Had it been days? Hours since he claimed her? Time didn't seem to matter anymore, she just knew she wanted him.
She reached under the back of his shirt, caressing up his spine, then dragged her nails back down. He growled in response. Pulled her ponytail and bit her neck. She pushed the door closed and broke off their embrace.
There was no need in playing coy anymore, and the chase was usually the best part of the game, but in Patrick Ariana found a new thrill. She had yet to conquer him and didn't honestly expect to. She'd never met anyone like him.
Patrick was still mystified by Ariana. This new layer to her personality added a depth he hadn't realized she could have. He wasn't sure whether he liked her better struggling for the power over him she would never have, or looking up helplessly from underneath him.
She walked into the bedroom, Patrick on her heels. She wasn't even consciously thinking about the bedroom, she'd meant to offer him a drink, but when he grabbed her waist and threw her over the dresser a chill went down her spine. She realized she was already wet for him. He pulled her panties off and slipped a finger inside her while he kissed her on the small of her back. She shook with desire. She tried to rise, or flip over. He pinned her tightly with one hand, keeping two fingers from the other sliding in and out of her. she squealed, struggled, then gave in and let the orgasm wash over her. The waves overwhelming her.
When she went limp in his arms he kissed the back of her shoulder.
"Hi. How's your day been?" He asked. She merely sighed in response, stumbling to the bed to lay down.
"Would you like anything to drink? I have pepsi. Or tea. There's vodka and cranberry juice..." she started, already dozing just a little. She turned her head to look at the clock. 7 p.m. She must have fallen asleep immediately after coming in from work.
Patrick climbed into bed next to her, turning her onto her back. She lazily swatted his hands away, but then rolled over and straddled him, kissing his neck. He allowed her for a moment, then in one swift motion traded places with her. His movements were at once gentle, but firm.
She looked up at him and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer but not into her just yet. She felt his body respond and she wiggled her waist until he was inside her. She caught his eye contact and he began to move slowly and rhythmically.
Patrick dipped his head, kissing Ariana, mildly amused that she closed her eyes like a teenager having her first kiss.
She kissed his neck, slowly rolling over again so that she was back on top of him. She continued moving rhythmically, covering Patricks face an neck with kisses. Moaning softly. Slowly she built up pace until she had a good stride, pinning his arms above his head she kissed his neck again. Patrick was seemingly enthralled. She leaned down and whispered to him.
