Sunset Beach Condos

When moving into the Sunset Beach Condos, Fitzpatrick Allhallows toured the small apartments and made the decision that one would simply not be enough for him. After some negotiating, wheeling and dealing, and finally a massive purchase, Fitzpatrick Allhallows became the lucky owner of the 13th floor of the building.

Immediately, he had contractors out there completely gutting the 13th flood and reinforcing a few of the floors below that were currently uninhabited. After an impatient wait, Fitzpatrick took control of his new, two story, luxury penthouse apartment. He had huge plans for this apartment.

Just to give you a taste, these reference pictures can be used to imagine the opulence.

When someone would use the phrase, in the blink of an eye, Sadie would laugh and/or shrug it off. Taking it like it was a grain of salt. To her, things had been the same for centuries, and though the locations had changed, the situations always ended up the same. She seemed content, happy even but she had always felt something was missing in her life. Something she couldn't explain ever since her dragon awakened. Until someone came and shook everything she had known and gave her a different perspective. A different feel on life.

It hadn't even been twenty-four hours since she met her mate, Fitzpatrick. Who was in his penthouse on the thirteenth floor recuperating from Red's anger a few hours prior. Sadie didn't want to leave Fitzpatrick alone, but she had to take care of some things before they could actually be together. She had a difficult conversation with Jasper but it ended better than it had with Red, thoughlike all break ups, it hurt. So, there she stood in her empty condo after having a good talk with her friends, contemplating the turn of events that happened in the blink of an eye.

The desire to go to her mate was strong, and now that her heart was not in excruciating pain, she could think. She looked around and decided to make him something nutritious yet light, so settled on a soup. She decided to make it at Fitzpatrick's, but was unsure if he had the ingredients and would take what she had. Before she left, she showered, quickly dressed in a cute simple sundress with brown flats and grabbed everything she needed. She soon was heading up to the penthouse with the ingredients.

As she got to the thirteenth floor and his door, her nerves went haywire. She was worried about him and desired to be around him, but she wasn't sure how he would respond to her being there. She hadn't been able to talk to him since everything that happened and knew he couldn't with how raw his lungs and throat would be. Although Sadie was nervous, she was excited and wanted to explore where this bond would lead. She steeled her nerves with a deep breath and walked into his penthouse. She didn't feel the need to knock because she had left it unlocked, knowing she would have returned. She walked inside towards the open space living area and went to the kitchen to place the items down. Which she had found previously when Asher needed a cup of some sort.

Then she went to check on Fitzpatrick, hoping he was still resting. If he was still sleeping, she would head back towards the kitchen and start on the soup. Though she knew he needed the rest, she yearned for him to be awake. Wanting as much time with him as possible, even though the feeling was alien for her, since she didn't know him yet. She walked into the massive open spaced room and towards the bed. She took the two steps up and sat near the head of his bed when she spoke. "Hey. I am back. Like I said I would." She smiled softly at him and reached with her hand to caress the side of his face. "I hope you aren't in as much pain as you had been before. I am not going anywhere. Seems you might be stuck with me." She chuckled softly as she grabbed his hand with her free one and gave a gentle squeeze.

The hours since he had made himself known to his mate had been anything but dull. He never knew finding his other half would have nearly gotten him killed. But it was a small price to pay for the joys they should experience in the future. The only thing they had to do now was survive this until they could truly be a couple. Asher had worked her magic on him, helping him as much as she could. The reality now was that the only thing that was going to cure him the rest of the way was time and rest. Which was an impossible ask when his mate was out there trying to break things off with her long-time lovers. He worried, to say the least.

He had been sleeping restlessly throughout the day. Dreams kept haunting him with Red or Jasper getting ahold of Sadie and trying to punish her for him showing up. He woke often, sitting up in his bed as sweat beaded on his brow and neck. He would do better when she returned to him. This separation was torture. He had fallen back into an uneasy sleep and had been out for a little over an hour when he heard the elevator doors open and then footsteps. He sat up and breathed in deeply – it was Sadie.

He eased himself down onto his pillows and waited for her to come to him. When she sat close to him his eyes opened as he looked up at her. Despite his discomfort he smiled warmly at her. The smile only grew bigger as she caressed his cheek, and he placed one of his hands over hers and held it. He returned the squeeze she offered him and rolled into his side to see her better. The blankets hid the lower part of his body, but it was very evident that he was not wearing a shirt, as the blanket stopped just about his hip. “I wouldn’t call it stuck, my dear.” His voice was still a little scratchy, but nothing like it had been the night before. He could formulate words and speak at a decent volume. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her hand lightly, “I prefer bonded.”

He wanted to pull her into his bed and hold her, but that might still be a little premature, they had only just met. He pushed himself up onto his elbow and rested one of his ears on his shoulder as he looked at her adoringly. “What do you say we move this to the living room? There is a cozy couch right next to the fireplace.”

If she agreed, he would push down the blankets to reveal he was only wearing a pair of loose-fitting cotton shorts. They were the only thing he had that wouldn’t constrict his legs as they were still healing. He would need her help if he was going to make it to couch in front of the fireplace.

"Bonded?" She cocked her head towards him and smirked. "I guess that's better than saying..." Sadie stopped short when she felt him kiss her hand. Even though it was a light kiss, it made her heart skip a beat and her cheeks slightly flushed. She looked away as she cleared her throat and shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Get it together, Sadie. She thought to herself and reigned in her emotions as she was feeling like a schoolgirl in front of her childhood crush.

She looked back at Fitzpatrick and saw him with an adoring smile on his face. Like it was contagious, she couldn't help but smile back at him as her eyes roamed his naked torso. She had many thoughts run through her head and was pulled from them when he spoke. She started chuckling at herself because she knew she was busted for ogling him but pushed on. "I don't mind us taking it to the living room. And the fireplace is a very nice touch. It's beautiful." She gave him a bright smile and continued. "Let me help you to the couch, though. Your legs are still pretty injured. I am not sure you can walk that by yourself."

She got closer to him, and if he allowed her, she would ease his legs off the bed and help him stand. She would then let him use her as a crutch to walk towards the couch in the living room by the fireplace. As she would have gotten him settled on the couch, she would ask, "Do you need or want anything? I brought some ingredients to make a soup, but I can find you something if you need it now." She showed him a bright smile as she waited to see what or if he needed anything.

Fitzpatrick didn’t mind Sadie looking at him. Technically, he was designed by whatever God you believed in to be her perfect mate. He hoped she liked the way he looked. He hadn’t gotten to see that much of her but so far, he liked what he had seen. He was hoping he would be seeing more of her the more time they spent together.

He wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders and let her help him out of bed. He wasn’t an ego maniac and knew he still needed help. He seriously doubted she would see his injury as weakness. But if she did, he hoped it wouldn’t detract from her attraction to him. He leaned on her as they worked together to move him from his bedroom to the living room and the couch in front of the fireplace. As she lowered him, he took the liberty of wrapping his arms around her and pulling her down onto the couch with him. “There are many things I want. One of them will be soup, eventually. But, right now, I just want you close to me for a little while. Please?” He would release her if she demanded it, but he hoped she would stay with him.

He reached over his head and grabbed a universal remote and turned on the fireplace. With the touch to another button the lights of the room dimmed slowly until they were off. He was tempted to hit a third button that would turn on some smooth jazz, but he thought that might be going too far.

"Woah!" Sadie let out as she was pulled onto the couch by Fitzpatrick. Though he didn't pull her harshly, she was still surprised by the action and where she landed. Which she was directly on top of him with her head at his chest level, stomach down and directly between his legs. Narrowly missing them, but glad she did because they were injured. She didn't consider his injuries a weakness, nor did it make her find him less attractive, but she didn't want to exacerbate his injuries.

She was just about to gently push herself up and roll to the side of him carefully when she heard him speak. She looked up at his face as her eyes directly met his and smiled at him. "I prefer to stay close to you also. But maybe you would want me to the side of you? I'm not exactly light as a feather." She chuckled softly to see if he wanted her to move or stay where she was. Leaving the choice to her mate. As she waited, one of her fingers started to trace patterns across his chest without her realizing it.

As soon as she realized what she was doing, Sadie paused and looked up at him and blushed profusely. "I would apologize for doing that, but it would definitely be a lie." She flirtatiously joked as a genuine smile spread across her face, and her eyes showed a playfulness in them for him. Letting him know she was comfortable where she was if he wanted her to stay where she was. She noticed the fireplace was turned on and the lights started to dim. Soon off completely, which made her smirk. "You really are a bold one, aren't you there, Duke?" She said this playfully of course and was quite comfortable already with him, though they had just met.

The feeling of Sadie on top of him, with her hips and legs laying between his legs was exactly where he wanted her. He laughed softly when she commented on her weight. “You think that, but I disagree.” And he seemed to have made the right call, as she seemed to have found a kind of comfort in doodling designed on his toned chest. His arms draped over her shoulders and rested about at her shoulder blades as his eyes closed and he enjoyed the drawing sensation on his chest.

When her fingers paused, he opened his eyes and lifted his head to look at her. “Don’t stop. That feels amazing.” He shifted a little under her, moving himself down on the pillow behind his head, and under her body as well. A sly smile played on his lips as she called him bold, yet again. “I must stay true to form, my lady.”

His hands began to caress her back in a light massage. He was tempted to start gathering the material of her dress in his fists, slowly lifting it up her body, but he wasn’t sure how she would receive that. He didn’t want to come off as some insincere horn dog. His heart was hers, though he wasn’t sure she was ready to hear that. She was his destiny and his future; he had no doubt about that either. But his body and mind were demanding a connection that went beyond conversation. She was his mate. She was destined to produce his offspring. It was true they had only met the previous day, but their bond had been forged two hundred years ago. But he needed to control himself. He needed to show her how much she meant to him before he tried to move like that.

He continued to massage her back gently as he looked into her eyes. “Now that we have a little more freedom and time, I’m sure you have questions for me as I have questions for you.” Here, cozy in the dark room with the comforting fire, he wanted to hear all about her life and he shared about his. “You start. Ask me anything. Then it will be my turn.”

She continued back to trailing her fingers across his chest when he told her not to stop. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow as a mischievous smirk appeared on her face. Sadie felt a little more daring the more time she spent with Fitzpatrick and started trailing one of her hands up and down his naked torso. She felt him shift down a little more on the couch and under her body, making their faces closer to each other. She glanced down at his lips as she continued running her hand across his chest, down his stomach, and bordered the hemline of his cotton shorts.

She soon looked back into his dark eyes and saw the desire in them. There was something else, but she couldn't quite figure out what that was yet. She knew she would eventually. If he wanted her to stop, she would, but until then, she enjoyed touching and teasing him. She smiled at him when he said they more than likely had questions for each and nodded in agreement. "I do have a few questions and want to get to know you as much as you will allow. I will also answer whatever you ask.", which she sincerely hoped he would be as open with her as she would with him. Though something told her that he would be just as honest as he was bold.

Her smile brightened as she remembered what he said earlier about being true to form and chuckled. She raised her head at him and asked her first question that had her curious. "You said a few months ago that you couldn't deny your bond anymore. What changed? Did something significant happen that made you want to pursue the mate bond?" She remembered what he told Red and understood why he didn't find her when the bond was first known, but she felt something else caused him to pursue her now. It was the first question she asked, but it definitely wouldn't be last. She felt him massage lightly on her back, and it sent chills down spine, along with making her stomach tighten. So she continued to run her hand up and down his chest as she waited to see what he would say or do next.

His body responded to her touches. She even pulled a light laugh and a squirm out of him when she ran her fingers along the hemline of his shorts. His hips had always been ticklish and that was also a spot that turned him on. Between wiggling from being tickled and just readjusting himself, he managed to get himself beneath her so they could look into each other’s eyes. Her pelvis was resting at about his stomach, and he would be able to kiss if he so desired.

It was difficult to put the breaks on his desires for her but her first question might put the breaks on for him. He cleared his throat and looked deeply into Sadie’s eyes. She had deemed him bold, and that boldness was not going to fade now. “An arranged marriage.” He ripped the bandage right off that subject. He wouldn’t lie to her. Couldn’t lie to her. He swallowed the lump in his throat and continued. “I am a political power back home being a Duke. Though the title is mostly ceremonial now, it does still have rank, wealth, and responsibilities tied to it. I am a part of the social hierarchy and am still sought after.” He lifted his hand and ran his fingers through her golden locks. “My parents didn’t think I would ever find my mate. All my siblings found theirs, yet I still didn’t have mine. They thought they were doing me a favor by arranging a marriage for me. However, the night they told me about the arrangements for my soon-to-be bride, I erupted!” He touched her cheek. “It was then I declared I did have a mate. I just had to go get her.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “I left that night and followed the pull.” He looked into Sadie’s eyes, “Then I found you and I knew you were the one I was meant for.”

He had wanted to continue being playful with her, but that was a lot of information to be placed on someone’s shoulders out of nowhere. He thought he would refrain from trying to get physical with her until she was able to react. She might have walked away from him, he wasn’t sure. He hoped she understood his situation and that ultimately he chose her over someone else.

When she pulled a laugh out of Fitzpatrick, her smile widened and caused her to let out a giggle. She enjoyed making him squirm more and continued her torture until he finally answered her first question. She stopped moving her hand and laid her palm over his heart as he spoke. An arranged marriage? She thought to herself as she cocked her head and arched an eyebrow in curiosity. Her blueish purple eyes looked deeply into his dark ones and could tell he was nervous. Without a second thought, she used her free hand to interlock their hands and gave him a reassuring squeeze.

When he continued explaining the circumstances of the arranged marriage, she listened with an open mind and bated breath. She started feeling different emotions that she hadn't felt in a while and over him, which was strange for her. The main one was possessiveness when she heard his parents arranged another to be married to him. This had caused her to tighten her hand around his and a small growl slip from her throat. She soon calmed down when she felt him playing with her hair, followed by a caress to her cheek. She closed her eyes momentarily and took a breath when she felt him kiss her forehead. Her heart melted more for him when he said she was the one he was meant for and it brought a small smile to her face.

"I honestly did not know arranged marriages were still a thing. But I think it is because of your social status." She didn't speak with judgment but surprise. She looked back into his eyes and started running her hand along his chest out of comfort. "I am glad you chose the mate bond with a mate you never even met over an arranged marriage forced upon you." She sincerely smiled at him as she held his gaze with her own. "Granted. You did nearly die because of wanting to meet me." Though it was horrifying at the time, she chuckled softly because he did in the end still choose her over it all.

"I think it's your turn to ask a question." She said as she raised her hand and stroked the scruff on his cheek while she waited. Her thoughts were all over the place, but all of him at that moment and couldn't wait to see what he would say or do next.

He breathed easier when he felt her hand drawing on his chest again. It meant she listened and accepted his predicament and knew he had made the choice to find her, rather than giving in to the alternative. He did have to make one slight correction to the way she said ’forced upon you’. “My dear. Think of how old we are. When I became the Duke of Kent it was quite common for marriages to be arranged. My parents, thankfully, would rather me have found my mate rather than be paired with someone I never could have been mated to. But, when so much time passed and my mate never appeared, they tried to help me.”

His arms wrapped around her torso as his fingers played with the zipper of her sundress as he grinned at her. “I think I would be willing to die a hundred deaths if it meant getting to meet you.” He leaned in and lined his lips up with hers. Whispering he said, “And a few hundred more to kiss you.” Which is exactly what he did. He pressed his warm lips against her lips and held her close. The kiss lasted several minutes before they pulled apart. The zipper of her dress mysteriously managed to unzip itself during the kiss.

But now it was his turn to ask a question. The only question he really wanted an answer to was about the potion that had caused so many problems, but that wound might still be too sore. Instead, he went for a question that was important, though her answer wouldn’t change his opinion of her at all. “If we are mates, I assume you are a breed of European Dragon? I, myself, am a black dragon. But I do not sense you are the same. European, yes, but not a black dragon. So, what are you?” One of his hands had been innocently resting on the small of Sadie’s back as they talked. But with the zipper of her dress down and he back exposed, he couldn’t resist stroking his fingers up and down the length of her spine.

Sadie listened to Fitzpatrick when he said his parents were just trying to help him. She understood that with how old they actually were and him being a Duke that it was common for arranged marriages. Especially after a certain age. She looked at him and smiled as she continued to trace patterns across his chest. "I see what you're saying. I don't personally think arranged marriage is the best solution for things, but respect people's decisions."

She started chuckling when he said he would be willing to die. She noticed his lips were really close to hers and that his hand was playing with something on her back. "Let's try not to die or... Before she could finish, he started kissing her, and it turned out to be a mini make-out session. By the time they stopped, she lost her train of thought and had a huge grin on her face.

She saw that he wanted to ask or say something, so she waited for him. When he asked about what type of dragon she was worried, he wouldn't want her, but she told him anyways. "I am a frost/ice dragon or white dragon, as some would call it. Yes, European Dragon, but I also am a descendant of Quetzalcoatl, a central American dragon. It took me a while to find out exactly what I was." She chuckled at the memory of when she found out exactly what she was.

She was in thought when she felt his fingers running down her spine on her bare back. "What the hell?" She started from the touch and sat up. She wasn't angry, just surprised. Sadie started laughing as she cocked her head towards him and squinted playfully at him. "That was sneaky and quite courageous of you. I would say take a girl to dinner first, but that's asking for certain death." She jokingly said as she turned her face to the window and then back to him.

She carefully stood up and looked at him with a mischievous smile on her face. She stared straight into his dark eyes as she pulled her thin spaghetti straps of her dress and took them off her shoulders. When she did, the dress fell to the floor and left her in her white high rise lacy lingerie set. She got a little more daring and... "Well, I guess I can dress to match my mate." She spoke as she unfastened her bra and slowly slid the thin straps off. She smirked at him as she fully pulled off the bralette and dropped it to her side, leaving her only in her lacy panties. She took a step towards him and slowly lowered herself onto his body with her bare chest against his. She slowly ran her fingers up his torso towards his chest and spoke. "I wonder just how bold my mate truly is." She jokingly dared him as she looked directly into his eyes.

Fitzpatrick had every intention of commenting on the type of dragon Sadie was. Ice dragons have mated well with black dragons. It was always fun to see which the offspring would take after. With his brain thinking about offspring his body quickly caught up as he watched Sadie rise and removed her dress.

He pushed himself up onto his elbows, his eyes moving down her body as he ran his tongue over his lower lip. "Dressing to match is definitely welcomed." He shifted all of his weight to the elbow closest to the back of the couch as he reached out with the hand closest to her. He ran his fingers over her stomach, over her hip, and down her thigh.

His eyes travelled up her body and took in her breasts. He helped Sadie to lay back down on top of him. He placed his hands on her hips and let his fingertips caress up her back, before running them back down. He slipped his hands just inside the waistband of her panties. With a sly smile he whispered, "Your mate is very bold."

He pressed his lips to her shoulder as he shifted under her. His member was swelling with growing excitement as he asked, "Will my mate be as bold as me?"

When she felt his fingertips run up and down her back, it sent chills throughout her body. As he settled his hands just inside the waist of her panties, her breath hitched, and her desire for him only grew. She found herself becoming more aroused as he kissed her shoulder, which had elicited a small moan from her.

Sadie felt him adjust himself under her, and with that, she felt his length had swelled with excitement. The hardened length coming from him made her look at his face with a smirk as her body instinctively aligned with his own perfectly. Her body grinded on him, which caused her core to pulse with need for him, and her arousal grew stronger.

She chuckled as he challenged her back with 'Will my mate be as bold as me?'. She leaned her face in to kiss him softly and when she pulled from him she tugged on his lower lip with her teeth. She soon trailed her lips across his cheek towards his ear and whispered, "Your hands feel so good on my body. I just think they have one thing that stands in their way for you to finish exploring." She nibbled on his lower ear lobe as she lowered her head and kissed the sensitive spot on his neck. She was hoping he took the hint and knew he had her expressed permission to remove the last article of her clothes.

He returned her kiss. His mouth opened to receive her tongue as they entered into more passionate kisses. As she pulled away he felt her teeth grab his lower lip and pulled. A playful growl rumbled low in his chest as his length swelled more with blood.

His hands slid lower into her panties, grabbing her ass as she teased his earlobe. His eyes closed as he rolled his head to the side, his neck stretched beneath her hungry mouth. "Is that a dare?" He asked in a gruff whisper. His hands pulled out of the back of her panties and rested on her lower back.

He turned his face forward and said, "With my legs still injured, I won't be able to make love to you correctly." He brought his hand up and ran his index finger over her bottom lip. "But if you don't mind doing most of the work." He brushed his fingers over her cheek before hooking his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her in more another round of very sexy kisses.

As she teased Fitzpatrick's neck, she started to nibble on it after he turned his head to the side. She paused when she heard him speak and started chuckling at his question. She had felt his hands on her ass had pulled out of her panties which made her pull her face away from his neck to look at him "I wouldn't dare challenge an injured man, baby." She said mischievously with a huge grin on her face.

She felt him brush her lip with his finger as she spoke and looked into his eyes. "I think we need to get you fully healed before we make love, Fitz. Though I don't mind doing all of the work." She gave him a wink and teased him by rolling her hips and grinding on his length. She knew they wouldn't have sex that night, but she was open to teasing, touching, and making out. "I am staying with you. Let our hands roam where they may and us enjoy other, love"

When she said that, she felt him grab the back of her neck and pull her into more passionate kisses again. She was getting addicted to them and constantly wanted more. When she pulled away to catch her breathe she whispered teasingly, "What are you doing to me, Fitzpatrick?" and went back to kissing him as her hand ran down his torso. She leaned her body slightly to the side as her hand hit the hemline of his shorts. Her hand didn't stop there and gained entrance as she gently wrapped her hand around his hardened length. She pulled from the kiss again and looked at him to see if that was okay with him before she continued.

Addiction was one way to say it. But addiction was an acceptable frame of mind. He wanted her addicted to him. He wanted her yearning for him every moment of everyday. She wanted him craving his touch, his kiss, his cock. He wanted to be her drug, the ache that only one thing no one in the world could cure. Was he selfish? Perhaps. But this was not one sided. He would be the exact same way with her. She would be his oxygen. She would be his nourishment. He would crave her as he desired her to crave him. Time together would make this a possibility.

She didn’t fight him when he pulled her into the kiss. Her body responded to the hunger of the kisses by grinding on his swollen member. When she pulled back, he rocked his head back on the arm of the couch and groaned in need. “What am I doing to you, Sadie? I think the better question is, what are we doing to each other?” He lifted his head to look at her as he felt her fingers trail down his torso. Their lips met again, passion erupting in both of them, as her hand disappeared into his shorts and found the base of his throbbing cock. She pulled away again, her eyes searching his face to see if he had any objections. He responded by pulling her back into the kiss and one of his hands moving back down into her panties to give her ass a little squeeze.

The kisses grew more urgent as his organ twitched in her hand. His hand, that was currently hooked around her neck, moved to cup one of her breasts as she rolled to the side and exposed her body to the air. His touch was gentle as he explored the soft mound. His wicked fingers didn’t hesitate before gliding over her nipple in a slow, circular motion until it was perky. Once her nipple was aroused, he took it between his forefinger and middle finger and pulled on it gently.

Sadie felt the hunger of the kiss he pulled her into. It had matched her own. She took that as permission as her hand that was wrapped around his cock started stroking from the base to the tip. She continued to kiss him passionately like it was oxygen for her.

As she continued with stroking his length, she gently added a twist with her hand and her thumb would graze the tip in a circular motion when it reached. She felt his hand go back into panties and grab her ass, which made her let out a soft moan during their kiss. The desire for him was getting overwhelming, in a very pleasant way as she felt a hand go to her breasts. When he started playing with her nipple, she felt his cock twitch in her hand again. She continued to stroke him as her stomach tightened and her core started to pulse with need.

The desire she had for him was unlike any other and she knew he was who she wanted and definitely needed. She pulled from the kiss and rested her forehead on his as she whispered. "I think it's where we belong. What we have always been searching for without even realizing it." She continued to stroke him as he tugged on her aroused nipple, eliciting another moan from her. "Let me help you bare all? I will do the same." She said hinting that she would help him remove his shorts and she would her last article of clothing.

She looked a into his dark eyes as she stopped stroking him and slid her hand out of his shorts. She rose to her feet and slid her panties off and kicked them to the side. She soon bent over him as he laid there on the couch and if he allowed her, she would gently remove his shorts. So they would not have anything blocking them from their caresses and exploring one another's bodies.

Fitzpatrick moaned into her mouth as the kisses grew more urgent from the lust that was arising between them. Her hand gripping and stroking his cock only pulled him deeper into the kisses. He cupped one of her ass checks, massaging it tenderly at the same pace she stroked his length. When she ran her thumb over his sensitive head or gave a more aggressive stroke, that's when he rewarded her with a pinch and pull of her nipple.

They had barely started the teasing when she pulled away from him, her hand leaving his pants, and he pushed himself up onto his elbows looking at her. Sadie's words soothed him, though. He watched her stand and remove her panties. His eyes trailed down her body as he took her entire body in. The creaminess of her skin. The baby pink of her nipples. The contours of her muscular abdomen. The curve of her hips. The secrets of her sex, not yet bared to him, but no longer completely hidden. He breathed in the scent of her arousal as his swollen organ twitched yet again as a way to call for her attention.

"Wait," he said softly as Sadie made to remove his shorts. "Come here first," he said as he motioned to her to come stand next to him. He took her hands in his and pulled her close to the couch. He released her hands and placed his hands on her thighs and pushed them apart as she stood there. He looked up at her, curiosity in his dark eyes. If she parted her legs, he slid one of his hands between her legs and pushed one of the fingers up into her to feel her wetness and tightness. He groaned hungrily as he felt how perfect her pussy was.

He removed his finger from her and placed his hands around the backs of her legs. "Come here. I want your legs on either side of my head." He helped her move onto the couch and sit down on his chest. He moved both his hands between her legs and spread her lips so he could see her. The luscious pink tissue, the delicious folds of flesh, the tight opening that glistened with her excitement, and small bud calling him to suck it. "Move closer to my mouth, Sadie. I want to taste you."

When she heard him tell her to wait on helping him remove his shorts, she looked at him with a raised eyebrow and stood straight. He grabbed both of her hands and pulled her closer to the couch, where his upper body was. Her arousal filled the air as she looked at him with lust, need, and something else. She wasn't sure if she or he was ready to express that feeling, but she knew she had fallen hard and swiftly for him.

She was looking him over, getting even more turned on with the attraction for him when she felt his hands on her thighs. She looked into his eyes and saw he was curious but also looked to be asking for permission. She gave him approval by parting her legs, which was met with one of his hands, sliding between her legs. She soon felt him put one of his long, thick fingers into her tight, wet folds which had elicited another moan from her. "Fuck..." She groaned out as her eyes closed and her head fell back. She heard him groan and it made her even wetter as her sex gripped his finger.

No sooner when she was enjoying the sensation, he pulled his finger out of her and had his hands on the back of her legs. She smirked at his request as he helped her sit across her chest. She placed her legs under his arms so he could use them and use them he did. He spread her legs wider, giving him a better view of her Brazilian waxed bits. As he moved hands up her thighs, a wave of excitement hit her and her need for him pulsed in her core. She felt him spread her lips and knew she was soaked. His touch alone made her horny and ached with so much need that she thought she would combust.

She rocked her hips on his toned chest showing him she wanted more. Anything that he could offer and like an answer to her prayers, he did. "Taste away, baby." She spoke sensually as she moved her pelvis closer to his face. She placed her hands behind her and on his thighs right above his knees. With one slight movement, she arched her back sending her needy tight hole as close to her mate's face as possible and let him taste her juices. She closed her eyes, dropped her head back, and enjoyed the ecstacy of Fitzpatrick's torturous tongue.