Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

Phillip

Rain starts falling heavily with a dramatic whoosh when Rose and I leave the restaurant. We hover in the doorway for a moment looking out at the downpour and I'm about to offer Rose my jacket to hold over her head when she grabs my hand and starts racing down the street towards the car. Her musical laughter joins the heavy patter of the rain, my own laugh bubbling up to join the symphony as we run.

We make it to the shelter of the car with dripping wet hair and wide smiles. The air crackles with anticipation the moment we enter the closed-in space, the promise of what's to come dangling between us. We managed to behave over dinner but the heated looks Rose keeps shooting my way despite my now dishevelled appearance let me know we're about to finish what we started earlier. Thankfully the drive back to the flat is mercifully quick and I'm able to park close-by. After another mad dash through the rain, Rose eagerly tugs me up the stairs after her.

Standing close, I watch while she impatiently fumbles around trying to get her key in the lock, grumbling under her breath until it slides in. As soon as the door to her flat is open, she spins, pulling me to her in a passionate kiss. Backing her up against the door I kiss her back with equal enthusiasm. My leg slides between hers and she begins rocking her hips against my thigh. After a minute I pull back, breathing heavily.

"Let's get inside before we give your neighbours a show." It's unlikely her downstairs neighbours will be in the foyer this late but I don't want to risk it. As hot as it would be to fuck Rose right here, that's not what I want for our first time together. I'm going to take my time savouring every inch of her perfect body.

Rose taps my shoulders so I step back, and replies, "Good call." She grabs her keys from the lock then leads me down the hall to her bedroom.

The minuscule part of me that's not entirely zeroed in on Rose quickly takes in the décor of her room, soft and delicate, just like the woman before me. Sure, she can be downright prickly when her guard is up, but deep-down Rose is like a chocolate caramel, all soft and gooey centre. Commanding my full attention, Rose drags me towards the bed by my belt and all thoughts of anything other than her soft skin against mine disappear.

Our rain-soaked clothes disappear in a flurry of movement until we're both left in only our underwear. I kiss down Rose's neck, high on her honey-vanilla scent. Continuing my exploration of her lush body I trail my lips down over her collarbone to her beautiful breasts. She reaches back to unclasp her bra and tosses it aside.

I tease her for a while, nipping and sucking but not giving her my attention where she needs it most. Rose squirms beneath me, letting out a frustrated whine. When I finally take her nipple into my mouth her back arches off the bed in pleasure. Using my fingers to keep toying with her, I kiss a path over to her other breast giving it the same attention. Her hands grip the back of my head, clutching me to her and driving my desire higher.

"Please, I need more," Rose begs. "I need your mouth."

"You have my mouth," I reply softly, lips skimming the curve of her breast knowing full well that's not what she means. Call me a bastard, but I want to hear her say the words. Her hands roughly guide my head lower.

"I want you here," she demands, making me smile into the crease of her thigh.

"Fuck yes," I reply mouth hovering just above her core, hot breath sending a shudder through her, making her thighs clench around my shoulders. Done teasing, I descend, lips and tongue devouring her. Lapping at her opening, my chest rumbles with a growl of pleasure at the taste of her. Releasing my grip on her hip I thrust two fingers inside her opening and swirl my tongue around her clit. Rose cries out and I can tell she's getting closer to the edge. My focus narrows down to one sole mission: making my woman come.

Rose

Pleasure bursts within me like a lightning strike taking over my entire body and I cry out with my release. Phillip works me through my orgasm until I gently nudge him away from my core. He looks up from between my thighs, blue eyes blazing, and I urge him closer, rewarding his talented mouth with a deep kiss.

My hands rove over the toned planes of his back while he grinds his hard cock against me. Even though I've already come once, I'm desperate to feel him inside me. My hands pull at the waistband of his boxers and he kicks them off. Taking hold of his length I use the precum gathered at the tip to ease the glide of my hand.

"Damn, you feel good," he pants, voice thick with desire.

Calloused fingertips lightly scrape up my side as he moves one hand to cup my breast, the pad of his thumb grazing my nipple. His other hand holds tightly to my waist while he rocks his hips, sliding against my opening. The head of his dick brushes over my clit with each thrust and suddenly I can't wait any longer.

"I need you inside me, now." Quickly I reach for my bedside table, pulling a condom from the top drawer. Phillip sits up, kneeling between my legs to put it on. My tongue darts out to lick my lips as I watch, imagining how good it would feel to have him in my mouth. Then he's blanketing my body with his once more and I'm lost to the desire to feel him as close as possible. Notching himself at my entrance, he searches my face seeking permission and I nod eagerly.

With a few gentle thrusts he's fully inside me, both of us gasping in pleasure at how good it feels. Phillip's thrusts speed up and I clutch desperately at his shoulders, nails digging into his smooth skin as I tilt my hips up to meet each roll of his hips. I'm so full and it feels fucking amazing.

I can already feel a second orgasm starting to build within me. Phillip changes the angle of his hips a fraction, tearing a moan from my lips.

"Yes, there." I'm so close. When his hand moves back to my clit it's all I need to go soaring over the edge. My core clenches around him as ecstasy rolls over my body in crashing waves. Phillip's grip on me tightens and he follows me over the edge moments later with one final thrust, burying his face in my shoulder with a groan of pure pleasure.

After a beat to recover Phillip rolls us so we're lying on our sides and we stay there, a tangle of limbs, waiting for our breathing to return to normal. Eventually he gets up to dispose of the condom and then I take a moment to clean up in the bathroom before snuggling under the duvet with him. His toned arm wraps around my waist and he presses a tender kiss to my temple. "Goodnight," he murmurs softly, already drifting off. Stroking my thumb over the back of Phillip's hand where it rests on my stomach, I close my eyes luxuriating in the intimacy of the moment.