A lifetime more… Phillip
CHAPTER 31
Eden first stirred to the lightest of touches against her breast tracing languid patterns. At first, she wondered if it had all been a dream. The magic of it, the beauty and magnificence, but certainly her imagination couldn’t have come up with all of that.
She opened her eyes to see him smiling down at her. His eyes darkened as they went to follow his fingers as they continued to tease and play with her nipples.
“You’re still here.”
She realized as soon as the raspy inane words had left her mouth that they were not the sophisticated after - lovemaking words she might have wanted to offer up. But by the tender look in his eyes she knew that he was not displeased by them.
“I had made you a promise,” he said simply, “and then things got a bit out of hand.”
She flushed, and to his delight the rosy glow spread all over. He leaned over her to suck lightly on her neck and nip behind her ear.
Eden moaned, “I think that might have been how things got out of hand - that mouth of yours is lethal.”
Phillip raised his eyes to hers with a killer grin, “I’ve been told that before, you know, but never has it been sweeter.”
Eden sat forward and shoved his arrogant body back against her sheets.
“Truly, if I didn’t love you so much, I would find you completely obnoxious.”
Phillip lay back, willingly putting his arms behind his head, “What is your plan, love?”
“Whatever I wish - you just have to lay there.”
Phillip scoffed, “What? That is easy.”
Eden raised a brow, “But you cannot move your hands - not matter what I do.”
Phillip smiled rakishly, “I’m a professional, darling. This will be a piece of cake.”
Eden didn’t respond. She just motioned for him to be still. It was still a bit dark in the early morning light, so she got up and lit a candle next to the bed. He quirked a brow but made no comment. She then pulled all the sheets off both, exposing them to the air. The maids had not been in to relight the fires, and the room was a bit chilly.
He squeaked a little, and goose bumps appeared on his skin.
“Problem?” she asked.
“It’s a little cold in here,” he replied.
She looked confused and then glanced at his erection which had seemed to drop a little in the cooler temperatures. But under her intense gaze it grew once more.
“Never mind,” he muttered, a slight smile forming on his lips, “I can stand a little torture. Carry on, Little Cat.”
Eden truly had no idea what she was doing. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do next. Honestly, she could just stand there looking at him and never even feel the cold. She wanted to touch him, to know his body like he seemed to know hers. She started with his feet.
He had large feet that were apparently very ticklish when she ran her hands across them, judging by the burst of laughter that he let out. This was information that was very valuable to have.
She followed that by feeling his muscular calves and thick thighs. The hair that covered them tickling her hands and breasts as it brushed them accidentally when she left little kisses in random places. Phillip, true to his word, did not move his hands, but he could not hold in the small jerks or low moans that would escape on occasion.
Eden skipped his cock purposefully but paid his arms the same attention as his legs, getting to know him in every possible physical sense. She straddled his waist, and he hissed in a breath hoping that his torture was coming to an end, but she kept her wet heat away from him.
For a moment she studied his face, tracing the lines of it with her index fingers so gently and so tenderly that it felt softer than as if she had done it with a rose petal. She leaned forward and began kissing his neck, her breasts smashed up against his chest and her nipples coming to hard points that scraped down him.
His hips began to thrash a little now, but he kept true to his word and did not move his hands.
Eden moved down his chest to his own hard brown flat nipples, so like her own and yet so different.
She licked one, and he closed his eyes.
“Does it feel the same?” she whispered.
“Somewhat,” his gravel voice was tortured. “You need to do it harder though.”
Eden looked up at him, and then holding his eyes, she took his nipple in between her teeth and bit down.
He arched his hips, his eyes widening in astonishment. “Yes!” he moaned loudly.
She moved to the other nipple and did the same, pinching the first.
“Eden,” he rasped, “Stop torturing me. Let me hold you.”
Eden smirked, “Not yet, a promise is a promise.”
She slid lower, loving all the ridges and bumps of his abdominal wall. She licked and sucked on his muscles, loving the hisses that he made.
“I promised you could see my cock - just bloody well look at my cock!” he roared.
Eden looked at him in surprise.
“No more teasing, look at my cock!”
She tried to hold in the laughter, truly she did.
He scowled at her until he realized what he had said.
He smiled ruefully, “Not the suavest I have ever been, but you drive me insane, Little Cat.”
She slid lower and took his cock in her hands, his smile sliding from his face.
She could barely grasp it. Using both hands she felt the velvety softness. It was so hard, and it looked red and angry, no doubt at her continued teasing. There was white liquid that was coming from the top. She reached up with one hand and smoothed it over the mushroomed head.
Phillip jerked his hips up, “Little Cat, I am preciously close. Are you almost done down there?”
Eden looked up at him, “Almost.”
She cupped his balls, they were heavy, and caused him to throw his head back and moan. Eden had never felt so powerful and feminine.
But she was not sure where to go from here.
“I am done now,” Eden whispered.
“My prayers are answered,” his arms went flying from behind him, and he grabbed Eden lifting her onto him. Using his cock, he stroked her core. She was already as soaking wet as he was hoping she would be.
“I want this to be good for you, Eden. You set the pace.”
Her eyes flew to his, confused.
He immediately understood, “Put me inside you, only go as far as you can handle, as fast as you can handle.
She nodded, grasping his cock and placing it at her entrance. She slowly eased down. It burned a little, and she winced.
“Just wait,” he whispered.
Leaning forward he kissed her. Eden pushed him back on the bed, wanting to show him how very much he meant to her, how very much she loved him, how he was her everything.
The heat of the kiss sent a dark swirling inside of her, and she felt hot and pulsing. She wanted to move -she wanted more. She sunk a little further down on him and then a little further. Her core was on fire, but then she realized it wasn’t because of pain, it was because she needed to move. She wanted more.
She ground herself against him, not getting what she wanted.
He groaned loudly breaking the kiss, “Damn it, Eden, I do not want to hurt you.”
“I need it to be harder, faster, please” she moaned into his mouth.
He flipped them over so that he was on top. He took both of her wrists into his hands and then lifted her left leg so that his thrust would rub right up against her clit and hit deep. He slammed into her over and over again.
“I love you so damn much, Eden. It is you, and it will always be you.”
And she shattered.
Her eyelids fluttered and her nails clawed into his back sending him grunting into his own release.
They lay there panting together for long moments.
“I must be crushing you, Little Cat.” Phillip went to move off her, but she clutched him to her.
“Just a moment more,” she breathed.
“A lifetime more,” He kissed her softly, “a lifetime more.”