Feeding His Lust - Sex Stories

Feeding His Lust

... as well. "Want to go back to my place?" he asked me in the low, deep voice that made me wet.

"Absolutely," I said without hesitation. He'd made it more than clear that he wanted me, and now I could hardly stop myself from reaching for him. After Patrick paid for the meal, we left the restaurant, his arm around me all the while. Outside, a fairly large group of men and women approached us on their way inside. I got the sense they were celebrating something. Patrick seemed mindless of them as he turned toward me. My eyes widened when he cupped my face in his hands and lowered his lips to mine. One of the men in the group let out a low whistle, prompting a woman to chide him.

I loved the feel of Patrick's mouth on mine. Our first kiss was slow and tender, the kind that made me want it to last forever. When we finally drew apart, I grinned up at him. He took my hand and led me to his car. After opening the passenger door for me, Patrick circled around to climb into the driver's seat. As soon as he was inside, I practically lunged toward him.

Our second kiss quickly grew hungry and demanding. He moaned while I slid my palm along his inner thigh, stopping just short of his groin. The moment our tongues touched, a tremor of hot lust coursed through my body.

Patrick guided my hand to his hardening cock, and I immediately started stroking him through his pants. "Greer," he whispered against my lips, "feel how excited you make me."

"Oh, I feel it," I whispered back, ...

... giving him a wicked smile. "I want to see it, too."

I managed to refrain from touching Patrick as he drove toward his apartment. At a stoplight, he placed a hand on my knee. It was almost as if we were already a couple, I thought. After our conversation in the restaurant, all the barriers between us had fallen, only to be replaced by a fervent longing. Though I was eager to get to Patrick's place, I asked him to stop at a supermarket on the way. "Do you want me to go inside with you?" he offered.

"No, I'll just be a minute." I planted a quick kiss on his lips, then opened the car door. Before I climbed out, I turned back to him. "You have plenty of condoms, right? If not, I can pick some up."

Patrick grinned even while his stare made me feel like he was mentally undressing me. "We're good to go on condoms, baby."

"Fantastic." I got out and strode toward the store as fast as my heels would allow. Once inside, I quickly located the items I was looking for, then went through the self-checkout.

I noticed Patrick curiously eyeing the bag when I got back into his car. "Care to show me what you bought?" In response, I opened the bag so he could see the can of whipped cream, along with a container of fresh sliced strawberries. The sight made him release a pleasured groan. When he looked up at me again, his expression was one of such abject lust that it got me soaking wet between my thighs. "Thank you so much for this, Greer."

I realized then how grateful he was to me ...