He folds back on his knees, hands sliding up my ribs, fingers dipping under my bralette. “I’m going to take this off now.”
“And then I can help undress you?”
“I would love that.” He carefully eases it over my head, discarding it on the floor.
I shift so I’m on my knees with him and start on his shirt. He watches me with the same intense desire as he did when I danced. And I savor every moment, tucking each one into my heart as a precious keepsake. We kiss and touch as we bare ourselves to each other. Both of our hands shake, with nerves and desire. I want it, but it terrifies me, too. He already has my heart, and this will connect us irrevocably in the most intimate way.
When we’re both naked, Phillip gathers me gently in his arms and kisses me, our tongues gilding, skin pressed to skin. Need courses through me as he eases me back on the rose-petal-dotted comforter. I revel in the weight of his body as he settles between my thighs. His hips press into mine, erection thick against my lower abdomen. His kiss is reverent and unhurried, fingers moving gently over my heated skin.
Soft strains of music float in from the kitchen—my favorite dance playlist. I’ll forever associate the music with this special, life-altering night.
He shifts until he’s lying beside me. “We’re going to take our time, kitten.” His fingers glide down my body, skimming sensitiveplaces. “I want every moment of this to be special for both of us.”
“I want the same thing.” This isn’t just a first; he’ll be my only, and I’ll be his last.
He cups between my thighs and lowers his mouth to mine. I open for him and he strokes between my thighs to the same slow rhythm as our kiss.
I’m heavy with want, and then floating on bliss as the first orgasm rolls through me, and then he’s kissing his way down my body, mouth and hands everywhere, bringing me limitless pleasure. His eyes never leave mine as I come apart under his tongue and his touch.
He’s so painfully, wonderfully gentle, and I know that this special part of Phillip is reserved for only me. He prowls back up my body, mouth on mine, his bare erection sliding across slick, sensitive skin. My arms tremble as I wind them around him, needing him to ground me in this moment.
Flip pushes up on one arm and caresses my cheek. His eyes are soft and brimming with emotion. “You are so beautiful, Tally.” He dips down to kiss me, voice unsteady. “I want you to have all of me.”
The weight of his admission settles in my heart. “I want to be yours, and only ever yours.”
His eyes slide closed for a moment, and when they open, they’re full of deep satisfaction. “And I’ll be yours.” He brushes his lips over mine. “I’m going to take this real slow, okay?”
I nod and run my hands over his shoulders, craving the comfort of contact. He plucks a condom from the pillow beside my head, tears it open, and rolls it down his length.
He moves between my thighs again, distracting me with soft kisses. “Just relax for me, okay?”
I melt under him.
“That’s my girl.” He kisses me again, rolling his hips. “We go at your pace, as slowas you need.”
I nod, grounded in the moment and his touch.
This is it. He’ll be mine and I’ll be his.
The head nudges my entrance. “You’re sure about me, Talls?”
“I want you, Phillip.”
His body trembles as he holds himself above me and pushes in achingly slow. Our labored breaths mingle as he eases in, filling me slowly.
“Oh.” I suck in a breath at the sharp burn.
“Are you okay?” He skims my temple. “Do you need me to stop?”
“I just need a second.” I relax under him, and the burn fades and turns into something else. Need, thick and heavy, courses through me, enveloping me in a blanket of desire.
“I’m okay.” I touch his face. “I want more of you.”
He kisses my cheeks and chin, then shifts back, eyes on mine as his hips sink slowly toward mine.
He shudders when our hips meet.
“I feel so full,” I whisper.
