Phil’s knowing smile comes from years spent learning my body. His bright blue eyes are filled with budding excitement, but more importantly, they’re filled with tenderness. “I keep telling you, my love. I’m not Jesus.”
My head rolls back and forth on the pillow as my husband drops his head to nibble on my collarbone, his hands holding me captive simply because they’re touching my body. They’re rough and tender as they skim over my chest.
Heat pours off Phil’s body, drawing me like a warm fire on this cold December morning. I shove away the covers between us and press my body against his, trapping our cocks between us. We both let out a simultaneous groan.
Phil’s arms band around me. Our mouths meet in a kiss that obliterates all thought from my brain. This is scorching, incinerating. Yanking back with a snarl, he thrusts his fingers through my hair and pulls it back so he can drag his teeth down my throat. My hands find purchase on his ass. I’m already rocking into him, wanting more. Needing.
It’s always need with Phil.
I can’t help but need him.
I place kiss after kiss on his warm skin, needing the taste of his cologne mixed with sweat on my tongue—that is, until he pulls away. I let out a hiss of displeasure until I feel my husband’s lips brush against my chest, then make their way south over my flat stomach.
My breathing picks up as he spends his time licking and sucking around my hip. I’m surprised my cock isn’t stabbing him in the eye as he switches from one side to the other, driving me insane with long licks followed by the scrape of his teeth.
“I need…” That’s all I manage to get out before Phil’s hand and mouth covers my cock at the same time, and I almost levitate off the bed.
He removes the heat of his mouth to taunt, “You always react like that.”
“Less talking and more sucking. God.” My head flops back because despite what I said, he isn’t wrong. Every time since the first time, and more times than I can count anymore, I do still react like that. Like I’m something to be worshipped, cherished, and sexualized all at the same time.
Need pulsates through me, driving me closer to the edge. My hips thrust up against Phil’s face, which he can barely control with one hand shoving them back against the mattress. “I want you to explode in my mouth, Jace. I want to suck you until you’re screaming from the pleasure I give you.” Feral blue eyes meet my dark ones. “And I know just how to do it.”
Over my labored breathing, I hear the quiet snick of the cap.
Yes!I know just where this is going.
My body is desperate in its need to release. I know Phil will shove me over the edge soon. Between his mouth sucking me, his one hand jacking what he can’t fit in his mouth, and now his other hand coated in lube circling my rim, I start squirming.
And when his first two fingers thrust into my ass, I’m in a frenzy. My head shoots back, and my eyes close as I groan out my delicious agony.
“Fuck…yes…Phil…right there. God, baby. I’m gonna blow.” Without much warning, I’m filling his mouth up as he continues to fuck me with his hand and suck me back down until I’m a quivering mess on our bed.
As I come back down from the high of being taken, I see my husband lazily stroking his cock and balls, looking like a tame lion eyeing his prey. Relaxed, I lean back, my body on full display. “See something you want?” I taunt, shifting my legs open.
Phil pounces. “You.”
In between heated kisses, Phil gets the condom on and slathers on lube. Rubbing more lube over my hole, his fingers make a scissor-like motion to prepare me. Once he’s prepped my body, and my own cock is standing at attention again, he tangles one hand with mine, using the other to guide himself forward. I lift my hips slightly to make his entry easier.
Then Phil plunges inside, the lube easing his entry and heating me from the inside out. Fuck, I could live forever with him inside of me. The push of his cock filling me, then dragging back against the sensitive tissues as he pulls back, drives me out of my mind. “Phil, baby, harder,” I beg.
He just laughs and pushes in again. I can’t help the growl in the back of my throat. “Phillip.” My voice holds a note of warning. The sounds of our grunting and heavy breathing fill the room. The smell of sex permeates the air as I rake my fingers over his back, knowing I’m marking him and at the same time, driving him over the edge. “Phil, please, now!”
Phil groans his release harshly in my ear, his hands tightening on mine. After his lips release the last sound, I capture his mouth just as my release floods between us both, marking us.
We’re immobile, sticky, and not moving for several long minutes before Phil tells me something that eases the burden of yesterday from my soul. “I am so fucking in love with you, Jason. More every day.” He lifts his head from my shoulder. “I celebrate being your husband with every beat of my heart.”
God, I always know how much I need him. I didn’t know how much I needed this.
“I love you, Phillip. I don’t know what miracle dropped you into my life…” I’m interrupted by his blinding smile.
“That would be me being a smart-ass to my sisters.”
“But I’m so glad our timing was perfect.” Running my fingers through his thick blond hair, I tug him down to brush his lips with mine. “You always remind me of that when I need it the most.”
Any airs of arrogance drops from his face. It’s replaced with haunting residual feelings from a past long fought. Battles he conquered and won. “And you always remind me I’m worth loving, Jason. Never think that either of us gives or takes more than the other when it comes to our love. For us, it’s always just enough.”
I sigh in pure pleasure, knowing he’s right. Telling him, however, would set off a series of catastrophic events that might signal the end of the world as we know it, since he’d lord it over everyone we know.
