Patricia's POV
He pulled his mouth away from me and tore away the rest of my lingerie. I laid bare, under him, yearning for him, anticipating.
I cried out when he forced himself into me without warning, but he placed his arms around my neck and pressed his face into my neck to placate me as he fucked me slowly.
It was nothing like the way he always took me. It was different, more careful, slow and loving. It's like he wanted to take his precious time studying the inside of me and absolutely ruining me for my future partners.
He fucked me like I belonged to him. He played with me nice and slow, kissing my mouth, my forehead, my neck and chin. It was too much, I couldn't help but moan.
My moans were caused by delicious, sensual, unforgettable things he was doing to me. The eye contact as he pinned my hands over my head and fucked me to total silence? I would've lost my mind if he didn't stop staring at me like that.