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Finally, Phillip: Rakes vs. Wallflowers by S Cinders (34)


 

Damn woman, be gentle… Phillip

EPILOGUE

Eden smiled lazily at Phillip as he continued to remove his clothing, hers already long been tossed onto the floor since returning from the theater.

"Truly, you are the vainest man I have ever met," she laughed, walking over to the dressing table and removing her hairpins and fluffing her curls.

Phillip had a reason to move so slowly - he loved watching her move about the room so uninhibited. They had been married several weeks now and had returned from their wedding trip. She no longer tried to cover up her body. There she stood in the full light of the room, all the candles lit and the roaring fire, stark naked and not a bit ashamed of it.

It was the most beautiful sight in the world to him. Her generous hips and thick thighs made his breath increase, and he wondered if he wanted to take her from behind or to watch her ride on top of him while those glorious breasts bounced freely.

"Pardon?" she smiled knowingly.

He grinned - he must have groaned aloud. "Just thinking, is all, dearest."

She turned to him, her slightly rounded stomach and golden curls at the juncture at her thighs calling out to him as she quirked a brow in question.

He motioned for her to come to him, and he knelt before her. Lifting one of her legs over his shoulder, he opened her folds and blew on her core, feeling the heat and smiling at the moan of ecstasy falling from her lips.

"Did you say something?" he teased.

She smiled down at him, thinking that there was nothing sexier than her man's head between her thighs.

She repeated his words to her, "Just thinking, is all, dearest."

He laughed against her inner thigh, licking her once, "I will need to give you something to think about."

He pulled her legs further open and licked her core - she arched her back and grabbed onto his shoulders. He began softly at first, almost like a butterfly, but then he began to push her harder, adding the pressure of some of his fingers deep within her and then sucking on her clit. Licking and then flicking it. The light pleasure-pain of it driving her deeper, closer, until he sucked hard and she fell apart no longer able to stand and he had to grab her before she fell to the floor.

He laughed when he saw her expression of complete bliss, "So, are you still thinking of something, dearest?"

A naughty look crossed her face: "Most definitely," she smiled and got up on her knees and crawled across the bed to where he was now standing.

She finished undoing his breeches and pushed them down his thighs, his long hard cock springing out of its confines.

"Take this off," she demanded of his shirt, and he did not have to be told twice.

Eden loved every inch of her husband's body. He not only used it to worship her, but he allowed her to experiment any way that she wanted to.  And goodness knows that, after reading Sophie's brown book, she had wanted to try all kinds of new things.

Phillip was good for her in so many ways. He allowed her to be who she was. He made her laugh and was silly in his own respect.

He never failed to surprise her. Even when they found his mother, the dowager marchioness, kissing their butler, Joseph, this morning, he didn't fly off the handle. He stood there a bit stiffly and asked if there would be any tea in the breakfast parlor. Eden had pulled him aside to discuss the matter, and although Phillip was angry, he did accept the situation. But he did say to Eden that he refused to lose out on a perfectly good butler because his mother had better breasts than he did.

Apparently, Phillip was going to take breaking up with Joe a bit hard. Eden didn't have the heart to tell him that Joseph would more than likely be going back to the country with the marchioness. And even though they could visit - it wouldn't be the same.

Phillip would always be a rake, some things you just couldn't change overnight or, perhaps, even in a lifetime.

Phillip caressed the side of her face, "Did I lose you for a moment?"

Eden looked up at him flushing, "Maybe a second."

Then she glanced back at his cock and licked her lips - this she knew she liked.

She wrapped her hands around the base and pulled him closer.

"Damn, woman," he grunted. "Be gentle"

She placed the tip in her mouth, running it along her lips, "No."

He let out a breath, "Or do whatever the hell you want."

Eden laughed, "Alright."

She sucked the top into her mouth, loving the salty musky taste of him. Loving the naughty eroticism and the way he moaned and grabbed her face. The way that she knew he wanted to thrust into her and was holding back because he was trying to be gentle and was letting her have the control.

She licked him from root to tip, playing with the thick veins and circling the rim before sucking him deep in earnest.

"Eden," he moaned, "Eden, you have to stop, Eden! Stop!"

He yanked her off him with a pop, and she licked her lips.

His eyes were hooded, and his cock was huge. He looked down at her thighs and could see the juices on her legs. He flipped her around and pushed her thighs apart, loving the sight of her bottom, which he slapped lightly just to make her squeal.

He knew that she was ready for him and rammed full tilt into her, his balls smacking her ass as he took no prisoners.

She moaned in delight and thrust her bottom back, meeting his thrusts, demanding he make it harder.

She was his equal in every sense.

All too soon he could feel his release, starting at the small of his back. He reached around and rubbed furiously on her clit, but she was already at the edge, and she shattered, sending him over as they both descended into oblivion.

It was hours later that he felt her eyes on him and opened his to see her watching him.

"What is it, dearest? Are you cold?"

His voice was raspy from sleep and their violent lovemaking.

She smiled sleepily, "You're mine, Phillip Randall."

He smiled questioning, "Of course I am, Eden Randall."

She closed her eyes and yawned softly, "I think that sometime in the spring we might have someone small who is ours."

His eyes shot open, remembering their sexual gymnastics, "What?"

Eden suppressed a smile, "Love you, Papa Randall!"

 

 

 

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