“Do you like that?” she asked, looking up at him, a wicked smile on her lips.
“It’s like torture,” he breathed, smiling at her. “The best kind of torture.”
She moved to squeeze him again, but Phillip scooped her up into his arms and laid her on the cot. Then he lowered himself atop her. He kissed her mouth, long and loving, exploring every inch. She still tasted like wine. His lips moved to her check, her ear, and her neck, before his head moved down to take one of her nipples into his mouth.
Sophie cried out and arched her back, calling his name. Her fingers tangled in his hair.
He gently bit her nipple, rolling it around with his tongue and teeth before sucking it, pulling on it, making her gasp. Desire shot through her. The ache between her legs intensified.
He moved his mouth to her other breast and the roughness of the stubble on his face rubbed against her soft skin, driving her mad. He sucked her nipple and tugged it with his teeth, giving it the same attention as the first. She tried to reach for his cock again, but he moved his hips down, out of her reach.
When he moved even lower, skimming his lips along her ribcage and kissing her belly, all the breath left Sophie’s body.
“Phillip, I—”
“Let me taste you, Sophie,” he breathed, settling himself between her thighs.
A nod and a half-whimper were her only answer.
Phillip took a deep breath. Here was Sophie, the woman he’d loved, the woman he’d dreamed about, splayed in front of him, naked, giving herself to him entirely. It was more than he deserved. He knew it, and he wanted to make it special for her.
He lowered his mouth to her, dipping his tongue into her slick folds, closing his eyes, and reveling in her sweetness. He licked her over and over as her hands grabbed at his hair and soft whimpering noises issued from her throat. There would nothing more memorable than the sound of Sophie taking her pleasure. And he had barely begun.
His tongue rooted out the sweet nub of hidden flesh, the one that would give her maximum pleasure. He licked her, over and over, rubbing her in tight little circles that made her hips writhe and her hands mindlessly smooth over his shoulders.
“Phillip,” she breathed. He loved hearing his name on her lips, especially all breathy and heated as her gratification escalated. “Phillip,” she moaned as he licked her again and again, vowing not to stop until he made her come apart.
He brushed his rough tongue against her until her hips lifted from the cot and her knees clamped against his head. Her breaths came in pants, hitching little whimpers that made his cock even harder. And when she finally cried out, little shudders racked her gorgeous body as her hips fell back to the cot and her chest heaved with satisfaction.
After her trembling subsided, Phillip moved back up her body to kiss her lips. She was still breathing heavily and stared up at him in amazement. “What was that?” she asked, eyes wide.
“That was what it feels like when lovemaking is done properly,” he said with no small amount of pride.
She stared at him with wide eyes, as if he’d just unlocked the secret of the universe. “You’ve known about this? Three years ago, even?”
He bit his lip and nodded. “Afraid so.”
She playfully slapped at his shoulder. “Phillip, you beast. We should have done this back then!”
Phillip laughed before leaning down and kissing her on the tip of the nose. “I’m afraid your father might have called me out.”
“Who cares? We could have been married. We could have—” She broke off, looking sheepish. “There’s more, isn’t there?”
He nodded.
She dipped her chin to her chest. “For you?”
He nodded again.
This time, before he had a chance to move his hips away, her hand shot down between his legs and wrapped fiercely around his cock. She stroked him once, twice.
He groaned.
“Is this right?” she asked tentatively, still stroking him in an unmerciful pattern that made Phillip’s hips pump against her fist.
“Oh, yes,” he breathed, bracing himself on his elbows on either side of her head. “Stroke me.”
Sophie did as she was told. She drew her hand along his length, reveling in the smooth, hot feel of him. The best part was Phillip’s reaction. She watched the emotions play across his handsome face. The more she stroked him, the harder, the faster, the more his breathing skipped and the more sweat beaded on his brow. The more his jaw clenched, the more air he sucked through his gritted teeth. Power and lust combined to flow through her veins as she watched him thrust against her touch, his eyes tightly closed.
