Patrick's hand gripped her waist, but he held it with the rigid tension of a man holding a delicate piece of machinery he was afraid might explode. To him, the silk felt dangerously slippery, he was terrified his palm would slide right off and he'd end up fumbling like the virgin he was.
Valeria did not see any reason pull away, he was her fiancee. She read some classical books how it was done, even her father hired an educator for how to use her charms as a woman.
Though she did not have a hands on experience with anyone, with her being taught how to make her eyelids rest halfway to control her gaze type of strict training, and with acting in the mirror as taught by her mentors, this was more of a practical demonstration, even as she enjoyed the moment.
Valeria also thought the same would go for Patrick, but different due to their sex. She had a sneaking suspicion also that he was already touching some other women because of the comment he had a few days ago about him meeting people, even if Patrick did none such acts.
She tilted her head, her lips parted in an invitation so obvious it was practically a written command.
Okay, I think this is the part where the mouth goes on the other mouth, Patrick thought, his brain panicking inside with the movement of his young master hormones.
He leaned in, but he was so slow and cautious that Valeria's breath hitched in anticipation. In her mind, she saw a predator savoring the moment, a man so confident in his dominance that he felt no need to rush. She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the gentle pace.
Patrick had no intention nor knowledge about how to even be assertive in such situations such as these, due to his slow actions, the young lady misinterpreted as him savoring the moment.
When Patrick finally made contact, it was a bit stiff. He didn't really know where to put his nose, so he bumped hers slightly. Crap, was that too hard? Did I just break the Duchess? he panicked internally.
But Valeria just let out a soft, melodic hum. To her, the slight bump was a "playful" nudge, a sign of his eccentric charm. She pressed closer, her hands sliding up his chest to feel the solid muscle beneath the suit.
Patrick froze for a millisecond, his eyes wide and blinking rapidly as her fingers brushed his neck. Holy shit, she's touching me. A girl is actually touching me. And she's not a drawing in a book! I actually bagged a Duke's daughter!
He tried to follow her lead, mimicking the way she moved her lips against his. He was out of sync, his movements jerky and uncertain, but because Valeria had her eyes squeezed shut in a haze of sudden attraction, she interpreted his stiffness as "restraint." She thought he was holding back his "inner monster" out of respect for her.
"Patrick..." she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling.
Is she mad? Is she bored? Patrick wondered, his expression one of pure, wide-eyed confusion as he looked down at her beautiful, flushed face. He felt like a guy who had accidentally wandered into the cockpit of a jet and somehow managed to keep it in the air.
He decided to try using his hands more, but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to move them. He settled for resting his other hand awkwardly on her shoulder, his fingers splayed out like he was trying to palm a basketball.
Valeria sighed into the kiss, her head lolling back as he trailed his lips down to her jawline. It was mostly because he had lost track of where her mouth was. She felt his heart beating against her chest and smiled inwardly. He's so passionate, she thought, he's literally vibrating with the effort to be gentle with me.
Meanwhile, Patrick was just trying to remember to breathe. He glanced at the door, fitty percent expecting Reidward to burst in and tell him he was doing it wrong. I can't believe this is happening, he thought, his eyes darting toward the ceiling while Valeria nibbled on his lower lip. If the guys back on Earth could see me now... they'd probably think I was being held hostage by a supermodel.
There was one thing that Patrick had never done when he arrived in this new world, that was the simple act of looking at himself clearly in a mirror. Of course, he could see his reflection on some objects like glass, but he ignored at looking at his face closely.
In simple words, Patrick had the face of a supermodel, one that if he were to smile or smirk in a large stage, the audience would cheer so loud they would break the sound barrier.
He finally found his rhythm, or at the very most least a version of it that did not involve them bumping teeth.
He pulled her a fraction closer, the seven-inch upgrade making itself known against her thigh. Patrick's face was a mask of sheer, concentrated "what the hell am I doing," but to the dazed Valeria, he looked like a silent, brooding god of passion.
Patrick's hand has never touched any woman in his life, finally he can at last have a taste of this fruit. This is the same hand that tightened around Valeria's waist.
The silk of her emerald dress felt like water against his palm, her body was tense to respond with a heat that matched his own.
Valeria let out a shallow, shaky breath that ghosted over Patrick's lips. Her hand, which had been playing with his tie, slid upward, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.
"You talk big, Merchant," she murmured, her voice losing its noble edge and sinking into something more sensual. "Let's see if you can keep up."
He leaned in, closing the final inch of space.
The taste of her was like the lily scent of her perfume mixed with the faint, sweet trace of the tea she'd been sipping. This combination that made Patrick's head spin. He did his utmost to not groan into the kiss, his tongue accidentally tracing the seam of her lips until she opened for him, in which a light needy sound escaped her throat.
Valeria's composure in the act had her left breathing for air, it was her first time being treated this intimately with someone. She then pressed herself against him, her chest heaving against his suit jacket.
She could feel the hard, insistent length of his seven inch upgrade pressing firmly against her thigh. It was a physical reminder that this made the young master respond, she had to take advantage of this. Patrick barely felt it, he was too much in the clouds of remembering what to do next and where to touch her.
Patrick then decided his next move, he put his other hand to migrate from his side to her back, pulling her flush against him as he stepped forward. He backed her up against the edge of the heavy oak desk, the wood groaning under their combined weight. Pens rolled off the surface, and the newly signed contract fluttered lightly.
Valeria's hands were everywhere, clutching his shoulders, pulling his face closer, her nails digging slightly into his skin through the fabric of his shirt. She was kissing him with a hunger that bordered on frantic, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned her head back, allowing Patrick to trail kisses down the column of her throat, right over the faint, fading marks his fingers had left.
"Patrick..." she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair.
Patrick felt like a man possessed. His rizz was working so well he might burn himself if he doesn't become careful. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with a lust that made Valeria's knees go weak.
"I thought you said I was a monster," he rasped, his thumb catching her lower lip and pulling it down.
Was that too cringe? I hope not, even if it was I'm still touching a girl so it barely matters here anymore for me.
Valeria reached out, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and pulling him back down to her level. A dangerous, intoxicating smile played on her lips. "I did. And I think I've decided... I like monsters."
She used the tug of gravity to led him back into a deep, soul searing kiss. Patrick was overwhelmed with the sensory overload, he was moving his lips as if like a fish breathing for water, his tongue randomly moving.
Once Valeria caught his tongue, his breath stayed still for a moment. The young lady intuitively justified that the random movement of his was to tease hers to take it for herself.
When she noticed him staying still she lightly opened her eyes with an expression that was saying, 'you really want me to move first...' so she did and swirled her small tongue on his larger one. It was as if two well oiled machines perfectly grinded together without much heat friction that would damage it.
Patrick halted due to him being filled with hesitation, believing the situation has dropped to something he did not have any experience in, which he never had in the first place, but he was running out of tricks to use.
Her leg hooking around his waist as the quiet of the study was replaced by the sound of heavy breathing and the movement of expensive silk from two people making out.
Patrick's body had a light sweat on his brow, he did not expect that such a thing, such as making out, was this stress inducing when he was using his head to keep the facade of him to try to be someone who was able to act appropriately.
The Young Lady's hips leaned back on the edge of the desk, with Patrick holding her waist for balance, their breaths mingled, the young lady's sweet coated taste and his light minty one made them feel each other's hormones rising.