Hurt By Love *•Hollyoaks•*

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Esmè lay in bed next to Patrick and smiled as she looked to him. She knew how things were and how it wasn't easy but she knew how she and Patrick were in a good place and how she was trying. She knew how they were trying to make it work and she was grateful for it

Esmè looked to Patrick and smirked as he pulled her close and kissed her She leant in and brushed her lips against his and moaned.

He ran his hands up her thighs and gripped her waist before he flipped her so that she was on her back as she looked up at him.

She ran her hands down his chest and smirked She undid his shirt and looked to him. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to tell his skin against hers.

He let out an appreciative groan at the sight of her. "So beautiful," he said, his voice hoarse. He leaned down to kiss her again before moving his mouth down to her breasts.

He took her left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while one of his hands tweaked her other nipple. Esmè rolled her head back and moaned.  

He laid there for some time, lavishing her breasts with attention, moving his mouth from one nipple to the other, his fingers following, while she squirmed and whined underneath him.

The scratch of his stubble against her skin burned in the best way possible. And she wanted nothing more than to feel it in between her legs.

Patrick must've read her mind, because he started to kiss down her stomach. Occasionally sucking and biting at the soft skin there.

He ran his hands up her thighs and pulled off her panties. Leaving her completely naked in front of him.

Suddenly Patrick's head was between her legs, nipping and sucking at the flesh of her thighs.

Esmè whimpered at the feeling of his stubble scratching her sensitive skin and could feel him smirk against her as squirmed and tried to get closer to his face.

Esmè could feel his breath against her slick folds and it made her shiver. Patrick looked up at Esmè. His pupils blown wide, lips red and kiss swollen.

One of his thumbs running up her slit lightly, stopping just short of her clit. She gasped at the sensation.

"Can I taste you, Esmè? Please, let me taste you."

"God, Patrick, yes," Esmè answered, nodding get head enthusiastically.

Without missing a beat, Patrick ducked his head, flattening his tongue against her and licking a broad line up her pussy.

Esmè let out a broken moan, her hips bucking up, trying to chase his tongue. But he gripped her hips and pressed her down. She gripped the edge holding herself in place as she rolled her head back. 

He moved to her clit, sucking it into his mouth as he brought one hand down to tease his fingers through her folds.

Slowly, he pushed one finger inside of her and began pumping it in and out languidly.

Esmè gasped, throwing her head back even further her hands sought purchase in his hair. She tugged on the short strands, pulling his face closer to her.