Just staking my claim… Phillip
CHAPTER 30
A tiny clink of rocks hitting the window pane alerted Eden of her midnight visitor.
“Climbing trees again, sir?” she asked leaning out precariously.
“Get back in there before you fall to your death, madam. I do believe that we have a certain debt to settle, and I for one am anxious to start.”
Phillip’s sportsman’s body swung with ease from the large tree into her bedroom window.
He seemed much larger once he was in the room, almost like a predator. She took a step back, uncertain.
“Don’t tell me you are having second thoughts?” he taunted.
“Never,” her chin lifted, “just trying to get into better lighting. I need to look my fill - this has been a long time coming.”
He threw his head back and laughed, “Trust me, you will have ample opportunity to observe.”
She quirked a brow, “Maybe I will not be so enamored of it.”
“It…ummm…. Not cock?”
“I do like that word you know,” she smiled naughtily.
“I know that you do,” he smiled ruefully. “Sometimes it is painful, but I am aware.”
He paused for a moment, as if trying to decide how to take things. And then it was as if he had decided, but Eden hadn’t the slightest idea what it was.
He pulled a chair from the writing desk and sat down on it.
“Whatever are you doing?” she asked frowning.
He laughed, “Come here.”
She went to him, and he pulled her into his lap. She was in her nightdress, and he slipped his hands up her thighs enjoying the silky smoothness before resting his hands at her waist. And then he kissed her.
Slow thoughtful kisses, not drugging kisses or mind-numbing kisses, but kisses that Eden could take charge of. Kisses that she allowed her to sink her fingers into his hair and feel the smoothness of it, or ones that let her feel the roughness of his unshaven cheeks under her palms if she wanted to change the angle.
Eden felt empowered: she felt his erection grow beneath her, and she ground herself on him. Loving that each time she did, he moaned or tightened his hands at her waist, but he did not move them. This was all for her.
He broke his lips away, “Are you ready for more, Little Cat?”
Her innocent eyes were heavy with arousal. “Yes,” she breathed.
He pulled her nightdress off her, taking a shaky breath as he took her in. He leaned down and for one moment sucked her nipple into his mouth, rolling it and tugging. But then he caught himself - there would be plenty of time for that later.
He stood up and removed his clothing, his eyes on hers the entire time as article after article fell to the floor.
She stood there in silence, wide-eyed.
“More, Little Cat?” he whispered.
She looked at him. Now she understood why women couldn’t wait to take their clothes off for him. If she had known what had been under his clothing, she might have had a harder time keeping hers on. He was all sculpted muscle. He put every fantasy she had to shame. His eyes burned as he watched her watching him. His chest rose and fell rapidly. And that cock... thick, hard, long, and weeping.
“More,” she whispered.
He sat again on the chair and motioned for her to come to him.
She came again and sat on his lap.
His cock was bumping up again against her intimate folds, “Just get used to it, don’t think about it, just feel,” he said kissing her neck, her face her mouth.
He took the lead this time, and she let him.
Her legs wrapping around him, her core opening wide, she could feel him rubbing against her wetness. He was so hot…. and she was so wet. It was the most erotic thing to her. She couldn’t believe that they were finally together like this. She lifted and kissed him in earnest. He groaned, feeling the tip of his cock ease into her heat and slip out back and forth as their kiss continued.
His hands lifted to her large breasts, and her gasp shot straight through both.
“You like that, Little Cat?” he twisted and pinched, just on the pleasurable side of pain.
She moaned loudly, and moisture flooded between her legs. She began to bounce on his lap, his erection sliding further in.
“Feels so good,” she moaned, digging her heels into his back.
He pulled one nipple firmly into his mouth, and with his hand he reached between her thighs to stroke her.
Her eyes flew open, “Ahhhhh, I’m going to…”
He smiled, letting go of her nipple, watching her he coaxed, “Come for me, Little Cat, let me watch you.”
And she came, shaking and moaning. She coated him.
He held her until she was finished. And then he carried her to the bed.
“What now - your cock is still very large?”
Phillip laughed loudly.
“You need to be quiet!” Eden hushed him, “Elias and Sophie will know you are here.”
“I don’t give a damn if they know I am here,” Phillip smiled at her, “But I will try and be quiet if it pleases you. Eden, I haven’t even penetrated you: we haven’t had sex.”
Eden frowned, “We haven’t?”
“No, dearest,” he kissed her brow, “but we are getting to it.”
He pushed her gently back and then kissed his way down her belly.
“I really just need a little taste,” Phillip grinned darkly.
“Phillip!” Eden was mortified and tried to close her legs, “I just did that thing.”
“I know,” Phillip wiggled his eyebrows, “that’s the best part!”
He shoved her legs apart and kissed her like a sailor without any hope of leave. Eden was certain that there were moments when she saw a bright light. Goodness knows there was a lot of praying and more than her fair share of cussing.
After she came, he bit the inside of her thigh, gently.
“What was that for?” she asked, panting, not even able to lift her head.
“Just staking my claim,” he said, amusement written all over his face.
“You are going to be the death of me,” she reached down and grabbed his face, pulling him up for a kiss.
She growled and deepened the kiss, “Damn, tasting me on you is something else.”
He pulled away, his eyes darkening to almost black as he looked at her in surprise.
“What?” she whispered.
“I’m going to be the death of you?” he breathed in a rusty laugh before kissing her again.
This time he had her wrap her legs around his waist. He was hard, harder than he had ever been in his life. It was now or never. He rubbed his cock against her soaked folds - she was more than ready. He pushed in part of the way. Eden moaned through the kiss.
She was so tight that he didn’t think he could stop, he couldn’t go back. He thrust all the way, breaking through her maidenhood. She gasped, her eyes flying open. He stopped, sunk all the way to the hilt. Neither seemed to breathe. He wasn’t sure what to do and didn’t want to hurt her.
“Have we had sex now?” she whispered painfully.
He felt a traitorous laugh bubbling up, “In the process, Little Cat.”
“Please proceed.”
He slid out and then back. Slowly back and then forth - it was the most exquisite pleasure he had ever experienced. He felt terrible that he was hurting her.
Until she grabbed his arse with both hands: “Faster,” she said breathily.
And he knew that his little cat had landed on her feet again.