I was slowly losing my mind as he kissed and nipped my ear while he continued to undo the buttons. When he had them all free, he parted the material, and I could feel him move. I sensed he was looking down at me, so I brought my hands up beside my head to give him a better view of what he wanted to see.
“Yes, Phillipe, I want you inside me.”
At that exact moment, I hated that I couldn’t see him, because I had a feeling I would be looking at something spectacular just as that sexy voice skated over my skin. It was almost as good as seeing.
“Mmm, yes, so do I,” he said.
His hand flattened between my breasts, and I arched up my back toward him. He smoothed the heel of his palm all the way down the center of my body until he reached my aching mound.
That was where he stopped and pressed firmly, applying a delicious pressure where I needed it most.
I pushed my hips up, imploring him to continue. I could feel him still kneeling by my side.
When he told me, “Open your legs,” there was nothing I could have done to disobey.
I should be ashamed of myself.That’s all I can think as I tunnel my hand down under my pants into my panties. My fingers are now perilously close to grazing the small strip of hair covering my aroused flesh.
Somewhere between reading about Phillipe undoing Chantel’s dress and imagining how he sounded as he told her to open her legs, my hand unfastened my pants and slid inside, seeking a way to ease my own sexual need.
The journal is still firmly gripped in my left hand, and my leg is angled up so the heel of my foot is planted on the blanket.
I can’t believe that I’m going to touch myself as I read this, but I know there’s no way to stop myself. I’m so turned on, thinking that I might be lying right where Phillipe spread Chantel’s dress apart, or that I might be on the same blanket he laid on the ground. Instantly, I can feel my arousal start to slide between my thighs.
Quickly, I glance around the area. When I’m satisfied that I’m alone, I finally delve between my aching, wet folds. My lips part as I shut my eyes for a moment. I imagine Phillipe’s faceabove me, him kneeling beside my body while he pushes his finger deep inside ofmeand tellsmeto open my legs wider.
Moaning, I grip the journal tighter, flexing my hips up into my nimble hand. Opening my lust-heavy eyes, I focus on the words in front of me and continue reading the book that has turned me into a voyeur through no fault of its own.
I opened my legs as I felt him remove his palm from my body, and two fingers pushed my now-soaked panties up against my hot flesh. I arched my back, flexing my hips toward him, not quite believing how incredibly turned on I was. He didn’t do anything more than undo my dress and tell me to open my legs, yet I could feel myself becoming so wet that moisture actually seeped through the fabric between my legs. I knew I had to be soaking his fingertips.
Just as that thought left my lust-addled mind, he was above me. I could feel one arm by the left side of my head, and I felt his right fingers pushing against my bottom lip.
“Taste, Chantel,” he instructed me.
I opened my mouth to taste myself on his fingers.
Lowering himself beside me, he rasped into my ear, “You’re so fucking wet that you drenched my fingers through your panties. Do you know how fucking sexy that is? Do you know how hard that makes me?”
I panted and moaned when his right hand slipped back down between my thighs. This time, he moved my panties to slide inside of them. Those two clever fingers found their way deep between my aching pussy.
“Hmm,” he groaned in my ear.
I curved up against his hand on a soft moan. “Oh god. Ahh, Phillipe,” I cried out.
When his fingers finally penetrated my body, he pushed deeper and angled them.
“Fuck yes,” he growled in my ear.
I raised my arms and placed my palms on his shoulders as I started to really push up my hips against his hand. I could feel my arousal running down my thighs now, so I knew his hand had to be coated as he continued to thrust two and then three fingers into me.
Parting my lips, I let out a harsh breath. “I never knew it could be like this.”
His teeth sank into my bottom lip. He thrust his fingers in again, flicking my clit with his thumb. “Neither did I.”
As Phillipe returns from Beau’s, he runs into Penelope in the kitchen. She tells him that Gemma made her way down to the vineyard around an hour or so ago.
Looking up at the clock, he notices it has just turned one p.m., and he figures he should go down to find her.
Grabbing his black jacket from the coat rack, he makes his way outside to head in the direction Penelope told him Gemma went.It’s beautiful outside today,he thinks as he turns down to the right of the vines in the direction of the fork.
