Chapter 4: Climax
The soft glow of the candles flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls adorned with our memories.
Patrick's hands roamed over my body, tracing the curves of my hips, the swell of my breasts, the line of my waist. I could feel the heat of his skin against mine, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my palm.
His hands moved up to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples through the lace of my bra.
I gasped, my body arching against his.
"Patrick," I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair. "I want you."
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "You have no idea how much I want you too," he said, his voice low and husky. "But I want to take my time with you tonight. I want to explore every inch of you, make you feel things you've never felt before." "I trust you," I whispered.
"I want to feel everything you have to give me."
Patrick's eyes softened, and he leaned down, capturing my lips in a tender kiss. "Yeah, I'm just...nervous," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.