Page 110 of Under His Protection
I run my fingers through his damp hair. “So are you.”
“Me, beautiful?” He chuckles. “Hardly.” His hands slip down to grip my waist. “I’m going to miss this—the two of us living together. But we’ll make it work. I’ll come see you in the evenings when you have time for me, and we’ll have the weekends together.” His expression turns serious. “I love you, Haley. And after being together around the clock for days, it’s going to be hard going back to how it was before.”
“I love you, too, Philip.” My eyes tear up, but they’re tears of joy, not of sadness. He’s the best boyfriend-bodyguard a girl could ask for.
I slide off his lap and stand before him, between his knees. Pressing my hands to his shoulders, I slowly push him onto his back. “Scoot back so your head is on the pillow.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Smiling with anticipation, he does as I ask.
I suck in a breath for courage and whip off my top and toss it aside. The air is cool against my heated skin, and my nipples tighten, but whether it’s from the air or from the fact that Philip is staring at me, I’m not sure.
His eyes go wide. “Haley.” The roughness of his voice boosts my courage.
“I want to try something.” I unwrap the towel around his waist, revealing an erection in progress. And before I lose my nerve, I step out of my underwear.
“Dear God in heaven,” he says with a groan.
My pulse is racing, but his reaction to what I’m doing gives me the confidence to go through with it. Before I forget, I walk over to his nightstand and pull out a condom packet and lay it on the bed.
And then I join him. He’s spread out like a feast in front of me. His body is a work of art—there’s so much of him. Everything about him—from his broad shoulders to his arms and abs and thighs—is a turn-on. His penis is fully erect now and ignoring gravity entirely as it rises into the air.
For a moment, I just look my fill. And he lets me.
I smile when I notice his hands are fisting the sheets. He’s holding himself back, letting me set the pace.
When I take his erection into my hands, he closes his eyes and groans. And when I flick the tip of him with my tongue, he tightens his grip on the bedding.
I taste his precum as I swirl my tongue around the crown. His groans deepen into growls, and suddenly I feel so powerful. He may be twice my size, but right now he’s putty in my hands, and that blows my mind.
When I swallow him deep into my mouth, he makes a harsh, inarticulate sound as he begins to move restlessly. I get the feeling he’s trying not to thrust his hips. I explore him with my hands, sliding them up and down his length as I take him as deeply into my throat as I can. It’s not near deep enough, but he’s not complaining. His broad chest billows as he tries to catch his breath.
“You can thrust if you want,” I say.
I barely get the words out before he releases the bedding and grips my head instead, his fingers slipping into my hair.
With a groan, he pushes himself into my mouth. “Tell me—if—it’s—too much.” Holding my head, he thrusts a few times until he suddenly pulls out. “That’s enough,” he gasps. “God, Hale! It’s too good. I don’t want to come yet.”
I reach for the little packet, tear it open, and unroll the condom onto his erection. And then I throw my leg over his hips and settle myself over him. I grasp his erection in one hand and guide him to my opening, taking a moment to brush his tip between my legs. I can tell I’m already wet. My belly is quivering, and my nipples are tight little peaks. My breasts feel full and achy.
When I lower myself onto him, he grips my thighs. “Go slow, babe,” he says. “Give your body time to adjust.”
I drop down until I feel the head of his erection nudging my opening. It feels like he’s too much, but I don’t give up. I let gravity and my weight do the work. I lower myself onto him, slowly, steadily. Once the blunt tip of him is inside, it’s easier. I wriggle myself on him, slipping down one inch at a time.
I almost laugh because I realize I’m not the only one biting their lip. He is, too.
I rise up, then sink back down, over and over, gradually working him in deeper. Once he’s in as far as I can comfortably take him, I lean forward and press my hands to his chest. Hisskin is warm to the touch, like there’s a fire blazing inside him. I work myself up and down, slowly at first until the slight pinch of discomfort gives way to a satisfying fullness.
The sounds he’s making are everything—low groans that reverberate deep in his chest. He cups my breasts, gently massaging them as he brushes my nipples with his thumbs. “Haley,” he groans, drawing out the sound of my name.
All of a sudden, I feel something happening deep inside me, and I realize I’m at just the right angle for him to hit my sweet spot. The pleasure inside me builds deliciously. My belly tightens and quivers, and my thighs begin to shake.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice tight and his breathing hard. “Come on me. Make yourself come.”
I keep at it, riding him intently, and the sensation increases, and all the while, he’s running his hands over my breasts, my shoulders, down to my waist and hips. He kneads my buttocks.
Without warning, my orgasm implodes inside me, and I cry out sharply. Philip sits up, wrapping his arms around me to keep me steady before he rolls us so I’m lying on my back, and he’s above me. He braces his weight on one arm, while his other arm slides under my knee and lifts my leg, opening me up and making room for him between my thighs.
He begins to thrust, carefully at first, but before long his strokes are increasingly harder and faster. It’s like he can’t control himself any longer, and his strength and power take my breath away. He’s always so gentle with me that I forget how physically imposing he really is.
