Page 41 of Under His Protection
So that’s exactly what I do. I keep it up. I stroke him, faster and faster, holding him firmly in my grasp. His stance is rigid now, his feet braced apart to keep his balance, and he’s making the most incredibly sexy, deep animalistic sounds.
“Haley—”
That clearly sounded like a warning, but I don’t care. I want to make him come. I want to give him pleasure.
I’m trying to get the courage up to touch his balls, and as soon as I reach lower to cup his sac with one hand, while I’m stillstroking his erection with the other, he cries out hoarsely and shudders against me.
“Hale!” He arches his back and his hips buck forward, over and over. He’s still making those incredible sounds.
I realize what’s happening when his erection pulses violently, repeatedly, in my grasp. He groans almost helplessly, his shoulders hunched and his muscles taut until the lingering pulses stop.
He stands silently and still for a while, just breathing hard. His hands are still plastered to the tile wall in front of him, like he’s literally holding himself up.
Eventually, Philip turns to face me. The look on his face as he gazes down at me is one I’ve never seen before. He holds my hands under the water to rinse the soap off—and likely his semen—and then he brings them to his mouth and kisses each one so tenderly it makes my heart ache.
I free my hands and splay them over his chest. “I want—”
He gives me a gentle kiss to stop the words I’m about to say.
I want you. Here. Now.
“Sweetheart, we’re playing with fire here,” he says. And then he grabs the shampoo bottle, squirts some into his hand, and viciously lathers his hair. He ducks his head beneath the spray and rinses the suds off. “I need to get out now before I lose my head and do something I said I wouldn’t do. Are you done showering?”
“Yes.”
He gently grips my chin and looks me in the eye. “Thank you.” And then he kisses me sweetly.
“Thank you for what?” I ask.
“For making one of my dreams come true.”
He turns off the water, hands me one of the towels, and grabs the other one for himself. Briskly, he scrubs his wet hair before wrapping the towel around his waist. “I’ll get you another towel.”
Philip steps out of the shower, grabs a towel from the linen closet, and hands it to me. “I’m going to my room to get dressed. Join me when you’re ready.”
And then he’s gone, leaving me alone in the bathroom. I feel chilled now, so I close the shower door while I dry off.
After squeezing the water from my hair, I wrap it in one of the towels. Then I dry my body with the other.
I loved what happened with Philip. I loved making him come. But the end result wasn’t quite what I had anticipated. He ran as fast as he could, and I’m not exactly sure why.
He said I didn’t do anything wrong. Was he just being nice?
I guess the only way to know is to go ask him.
With a towel wrapped around my body, I leave the bathroom and walk into his bedroom. His closet door is open, and I can hear him in there sliding hangers around.
“Philip?”
He pops his head out of the closet. “Yeah?”
“Did I do something wrong?”
He closes his eyes and sighs heavily. “No, sweetheart. You didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, it was incredibly—mind blowingly—right.”
“But you ran out of there so fast, I thought—”
“I know, and I’m sorry. I just knew if I stuck around for another thirty seconds, we’d be having sex, and I said we weren’t going to do that in the shower. At least not the first time.”
