"Oh, Patrick," Gillian sighed sadly as she began to softly caress his masculine face. She could feel the unshed tears burning her eyes before one escaped and rolled down her cheek. "I'm so sorry, baby. I don't even know what to say."
"Then don't say anything," the Irishman replied, closing his eyes a moment. This was the first time that someone other than John had ever shown him sympathy. "It was a long time ago, and John and I have dealt with the demons in our past. I would prefer you just leave it there."
Understanding the complexity of his feelings, Gillian brushed away her own tears. "Okay, I can do that if that's what you want. You mentioned your mother, though; can I ask about her?"
"Of course, you can." Patrick smiled fondly, thinking of his beautiful, delicate mother. "My father always told me that I looked just like my mum as a lad. Her name was Aidan, and she was simply stunning, looked just like an angel. She had the softest, bluest eyes and hair the color of wheat. Her voice was so melodic, even when she spoke. She and my father were piss poor farmers who didn't have two pennies to rub together, but they were very happily married. My father, Nolan, frequently told me that his life didn't begin until he met Mum. Right after I turned four, my mum gave birth to my baby sister. Charlotte was only a month old when she and my parents perished in a house fire. I don't even remember how I managed to get out. Before I could even mourn the loss, I was sent to the orphanage. My life went from pure happiness to a living hell all in one night."
Knowing Patrick needed the intimate contact, Gillian wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close for a hug. The tears began falling down her face just as the Irishman's turquoise eyes met hers. Before she knew what was happening, Patrick slammed his mouth to hers in a consuming, passionate kiss. He deepened the kiss by bringing his tongue into play and crushing his body to hers. Gillian moaned when his hands began massaging her breasts under the shirt. He then laid her back and covered her body with his.
Breaking the kiss, Patrick breathlessly said against her lips, "Damn, you taste so fucking good, Gillian." The Irishman then rubbed his enlarged, clothed dick against her core before running a tongue up her slender neck. At her ear, he whispered, "Let me inside of you, lovey. Let me fuck you."
Gillian felt herself undulating her hips against Patrick as he feasted on her neck. She kneaded the muscles on his back before she placed kisses on his broad shoulder. The beautiful, ebony haired American arched her back when she felt him slide into her shorts and begin rubbing her clit. Gillian wanted him deep inside of her, and she wanted him now! Before she could beg him to take her, Gillian heard John's specific text tone pop up on her phone. She immediately tensed up and began to feel guilty for her actions with Patrick.
"Patrick, please," Gillian pleaded softly as she tried pushing against his chest. "Patrick, we need to stop."
Propping himself up so his groin was still intimately pressed against her, Patrick looked directly into her lust filled eyes as he asked, "Do you want me, Gillian?"
Gillian was captivated by the Irishman's turquoise eyes and the feel of him against her. The hungry look in his eyes was the same look that John always gave her before they made love. "I do want you, Patrick," she softly responded as she reached out to stroke his masculine jaw. She could feel the tears spring to her eyes as she said, "But what about John? We've only done things with him present. I don't want to upset him, and I won't betray him. Also, Patrick…I…never mind."
Seeing the emotion in her emerald eyes had Patrick kissing her softly on the lips. He then pulled himself off her and sat back on the couch, dragging her over on his lap. Pushing back the fallen strands of her silky black hair from her face, he asked, "What were you going to say, lovey? I want no secrets between us."
Casting her eyes down to her fidgeting hands, Gillian didn't want to tell Patrick the truth. She did want him, more than she cared to admit, but not if she was only going to be sex to the Irishman. There was an attraction beyond sex that she had with Patrick, but she felt confused and she would not, and could not, hurt John. Truth was she didn't just want to be Patrick's whore.
Sighing loudly, Patrick lifted Gillian's chin so she would look at him. "Sweetheart, we clearly need to talk." he began gently. "Let me start off by apologizing to you. I know I've been harsh with you, and I'm sorry for that. I've called you names and said things I shouldn't have. I was thinking that you and I could start all over again."
"Thank you, Patrick. I would like that too," Gillian responded with a small smile. "I honestly didn't think that you even liked me. I mean…I know…you are sexually attracted to me, but I wanted you to see me as more than just sex."
It's so much more than sex, Patrick screamed in his head, but to her, he asked calmly, "So, where do we go from here?"
"I-I don't know."
Gillian's words fell into a moan as Patrick's mouth found her neck and his hand began to palm one large mound. He gently pushed her back on the couch before his mouth claimed hers in a passionate kiss. As he deepened the kiss and brought his tongue into play, Patrick hand slid into her shorts to begin playing with her swollen, engorged clit. When one slender digit slid into the entrance of her pussy, Gillian arched her back as he made slow, gentle strokes in and out of her pussy. Her breathing became more rapid as Patrick toyed with her and set up a steady rhythm.
"P-Patrick, we c-can't—"
"We can," he urged with a smile before biting at her bottom lip. "You're going to lie there and let me eat that beautiful cunt. I want you to come all over my tongue."
Patrick then jerked the shirt she was wearing over her head before yanking off her shorts. His hand found his enormous, hard cock as he kissed a trail down her neck to her breasts. His tongue slowly circled her rose-colored nipples and sucked on the hard nubs as he continued to stroke her sloppy, wet pussy with his free hand. A smile touched the Irishman's handsome face when he heard a purr escape Gillian's throat and she pulled his head up to kiss his lips. Just because he could, Patrick withdrew his hand from her cunt to slap the mound painfully. He broke the kiss as she began to pout.
"I forgot how you like to top from the bottom." Patrick smiled, hungrily licking his lips. "I can't let you do that just yet, lovey. You need to be taught who is in control." He then picked her underwear up off the floor before he tied her hands together. When her hungry, lust filled eyes met his, Patrick chuckled. "Such a dirty little slut. You like that, don't you? Let's see if you like this."
Gillian gasped when Patrick jerked her up by her bound hands, turned her around, and slammed her back against his chest. He allowed his hands to roam down her sides, breasts, and stomach as she moaned and wiggled her bottom against his groin. In her ear, he hungrily whispered, "You and this body have plagued my dreams every night since meeting you in the club. I want to possess every single inch of it, Gillian, and you are going to let me." His hand then slid down her stomach to palm her neatly shaven pussy. He began to make long, slow circles around her engorged clit.
Gillian's soft purrs and groans had Patrick's cock painfully throbbing in his pants. He could feel the sweat pouring down his chest and back. He wanted to fuck the hell out of her, but Patrick was trying to restrain himself. He could tell Gillian was uncomfortable with the thought of them fucking because she didn't want to hurt John. Truth be told, he didn't either, but at this moment, the only thing he could think of was sinking his dick into Gillian's warm, wet cunt. John would understand, wouldn't he?