Patricia's POV
He pushed my room door open and we went inside. When we got to my bed, he put me down and turned me around so my back would face him.
I wanted to object when I stood there for what felt like five hours after and he didn't touch me. I just felt his presence behind me, and I wondered what the hell was going on. I was so hot for him, I wanted our bodies to burn together. I wanted him to fuck me so hard I would become breathless, but it wasn't happening.
I craned my neck to check but he pushed my face back gently.
"You're impatient? Want me to touch you?" He came close and breathed against my ear. It burned me.
"Yes. Yes please." I begged like I haven't felt the touch of a man before.
"Please? You've been so starved, baby." He teased me, and I was sure he was smiling as he was torturing me.