I sat in giddy happiness for the rest of the evening as we ate and played darts, but I was antsy to get home. Every time I turned around, Philip was there, brushing against me and touching me in not so innocent ways. Several times he’d stood with his front brushing my back as he adjusted my stance to help direct my aim at the board better. I was flustered as his big hand cradled my hip, and his erection pressed into my back.

I thought about how far I’d come from that first picnic at Poppy Park’s carousel when I’d almost died of embarrassment from practically groping Philip. Now, I reveled in the power I had to make my man want me this badly. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, I pushed back against him and wiggled my butt a little. His grip tightened on my hip, and he groaned.

His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “You better be careful. Moves that like could be taken as an invitation.”

I turned in his arms and discreetly dragged my fingertip across his groin. “That’s the whole point.”

Quickly rising up on tiptoes, I pecked him on the lips before walking over to my chair and sipping my glass of prosecco. I blew Philip another kiss when he shot me a glance. He took a minute to gather his concentration before taking a shot that hit the outermost green section of the one point. He threw his head back in disappointment. I almost felt bad. Almost. As Sully had said, “all’s fair in love and darts.”

“Take me home, Philip,” I said suddenly, unable to take the teasing and sexual tension anymore.

He darted a concerned glance in my direction. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

I stepped into his personal space and crooked my finger at him. He leaned down, and I spoke softly in his ear. “I want you to take me home and make love to me. Please.”

He straightened a little and stared intently at me. “Are you sure?”

I nodded my assent.

Philip quickly closed out our bill, and I almost chuckled at how fast he got me in the truck and on the road.

I was burning with need by the time we pulled onto my street. Philip wasn’t any better. Like teenagers, we ran into the house hand-in-hand. The minute he slammed the door shut, Philip’s mouth crashed down on mine. My hands slid under his shirt, and my fingers traced the ridges of his abs. His hand kneaded my breast, before he thrummed my nipple through my shirt. I ran my hands around to his warm back, feeling his muscles contract and relax at my touch.

Philip shifted positions and pulled his shirt over his head, and then he was back to kissing me. Our tongues twirled, and our breaths mingled. I felt his hands at my waist and then he was tugging my shirt up and over my head. When Philip’s lips returned to me, he bypassed my mouth, instead nipping, sucking, and nibbling my neck and the top of my breasts. He pulled the cup of my bra down to expose my breast fully to his view.

My fists clenched his forearms for support as he bent to take my nipple in his mouth. His hair was a curtain between us so I couldn’t see his mouth on me, but every tug of his teeth, stretching the nub, sent a current of electricity straight to my core. Wetness poured from me, soaking my underwear.

My hands moved, and I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding his head tightly against my chest. Philip growled, and the vibration coursed through me, igniting sparks along the way.

I squealed when he grabbed my ass, hiking me up and forcing my legs to wrap around his waist. My arms automatically went around his neck. He never once broke the connection to my breast. He kept suckling and lightly biting me.

“More, Philip,” I couldn’t help begging.

He walked us down the hall to my bedroom. We collapsed on the bed with Philip making sure to keep the brunt of his weight off me. Our hands roamed each other’s body before Philip sat up. He shucked his pants, tossing them off to the side. He crawled on his hands and knees across the bed toward me, his long hair down around his face. I watched as he unbuttoned my pants.

“Lift up,” he commanded, his voice deepened with arousal.

I picked up my hips, and he slid my pants down, taking my underwear with it. He scooted down the bed as he pulled each pant leg until finally, I was as naked as he was. My pants joined his on the floor. Philip leaned down and began nibbling on my toes, causing me to jerk and giggle. It tickled. He kissed his way up my leg and then down the other.

When he traversed the same path, this time he kept going. He pulled my legs apart as he got closer and closer to my core.

“Wha—what are you doing?” I stuttered. His breath was hot against my clit.

“I’m getting ready to kiss and lick your pretty pussy.”

My whole body heated at his explanation. He was going to kiss me? Down there? He must have sensed my hesitation.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll stop, but I want to do this for you, Casey. I want to pleasure you in every way.”

Philip remained still, not pushing me, but rather letting me decide if this was what I wanted. I gave a short nod. He waited another moment, making sure I didn’t want to change my mind. When I said nothing further, he lowered his head and placed a light kiss right on my clit. It tingled and my clit swelled as though reaching out for more.

Then there was wetness as he flicked his tongue across the hooded flesh. A shudder of arousal raced through me, and I squirmed. Philip spread my lower lips with his fingers, and he swiped his tongue up my slit before taking my clit between his teeth. Sweet mother of god, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

“You like?”

My head jerked in the affirmative. “I like very much.”

That was all Philip needed to hear before he dove back in, lapping and licking up all my juices. He opened me wider and plunged his tongue deep inside, mimicking the movement his cock would soon be making. I writhed and moaned under his oral assault, and just when I felt my orgasm rise, he pulled away from me, his mouth glistening with my wetness.

“I want to be inside you when you come.”

Philip reached over and dug through the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. Luckily, we’d already talked about birth control, because we’d wanted to be prepared for when we both decided it was time. Philip tore open the wrapper and quickly donned the rubber. He rubbed his cock up and down my slit, wetting it. With each upward pass, he dragged it across my clit, causing the most delicious friction.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, please. I want to feel you inside me, Philip,” I begged, thrusting my hips up to meet his. It caused a most exquisite sensation.

“Look at me, Casey. I want you to keep your eyes on me,” Philip growled, the command clear.

My eyes shot to his as he fisted his cock and placed it against my opening. Ever so slowly, he entered, letting me adjust to his size. Inch by glorious inch, he pressed onward, and there was the slightest burning as he stretched me wide.

“I feel so full, Philip. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. No, don’t stop,” I directed, my hands clutching his forearms tightly, nails digging into this skin, when he paused at my words. “Keep going. I want it all.”

Sweat poured off his face with the restraint he maintained. He pulled out a little and then pushed in, going a little farther this time. He repeated the motion again and again, using my own body’s lubrication to help ease the way. I was panting and sweating as, with one final forward motion, Philip was fully seated inside me. Our eyes remained locked in an intimate stare as we were finally one.

“I love you, Casey,” Philip said, his voice rough and ragged. His hips jerked, and we both moaned as my inner muscles clenched down, trying to keep him inside.

“I love you so much.” Never before had I felt such joy. Every heartbreak in my life had led me to this exact moment. I’d had to go through hell to arrive in heaven. I’d been broken, but Philip and his love had helped heal me. “Make love to me, Philip.”

“I thought I was,” he joked.

“How about this then…fuck me.” My body moved of its own volition at my dirty word as I arched my pelvis upward, causing him to slide even deeper. It was as though I’d unleashed something inside both of us, because Philip let out an animalistic growl, pulled back, and thrust deep. My legs wrapped around his waist, and my nails lightly raked down his back. I met him stroke for stroke and kiss for kiss as the thread inside me tightened. He caged my head between his arms, and we never broke eye contact, even as the tension inside me grew.

“Come for me, Casey,” Philip commanded as he changed positions, and with every thrust, his pelvis rubbed my clit. With his new angle, he hit that special spot inside, and with the increased friction on my nub, it was more than I could take. My whole body tightened, and I screamed my release. Philip continued to thrust, and almost immediately, he roared out his climax as his back arched, and the tendons in his neck tightened. Heat spread through me, and tiny spasms continued to flutter in my center.

Philip pulled out, disposed of the condom, and then climbed back into the bed, pulling me against his chest. I nuzzled my cheek against the small amount of hair he had. Our sweat-slicked skin glided against each other, and I shivered. Philip cursed before shifting and pulling the covers over us. I cuddled in closer to him to absorb his body heat. My whole body was relaxed and sated.

He tugged on my hair, and I leaned back to look up at him. “You doing okay?”

I smiled dreamily at him. “Never been better. That was amazing.”

Our mouths met, and he swallowed my sigh of contentment. My eyes grew heavy, and soon, I began to drift off. Right before I fell asleep, I whispered one last time, “I love you, Philip.” I thought I heard him whisper it back, but I was fast asleep.