Page 84 of Under His Protection
“There are a bunch more movies in this franchise. I’ve lost track of how many.”
“Then we’ll have to do more movie nights, won’t we?”
The grandfather clock in the foyer chimes ten times.
As I begin to stroke his thigh, my hand gets closer and closer to his groin with each pass.
“We should think about going to bed,” he says. His voice is suddenly rough. “You’ve got class in the morning.”
I stand. “I’m going up to get ready for bed.”
I leave the parlor and walk up the front staircase. My pulse is racing because I’m sleeping in Philip’s room tonight, and my body is already responding. I feel warm all over, and my breasts feel fuller, heavier somehow.
My head is filling with ideas. That last time we were at Philip’s apartment, he went down on me. I haven’t forgotten how incredible that was. I want to return the favor. I’ve never done that before, but there’s a first time for everything, right? Somehow, I don’t think Philip will mind too much if I do it badly. I’ve got to start somewhere, and practice makes perfect.
After a quick shower, I dry my hair and brush my teeth. I’m trying to decide what—if anything—to wear to bed when there’s a quiet knock on the bathroom door.
I wrap a towel around me and open the door to find Philip standing there, dressed only in a pair of shorts, with a towel draped over his shoulder.
He’s resting his arm casually against the door jamb. “This house could use another shower.”
“It’s all yours,” I say as I duck beneath his arm and rush out.
“I won’t be long.” And then he closes the door.
I make the sudden decision to wait in Philip’s room. I drop my damp towel into the dirty clothes hamper in his closet and make myself comfortable on his bed.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he wouldn’t be long. When I hear the water shut off ten minutes later, my belly tightens and my heart rate shoots up.
When he walks into the bedroom, he’s wearing only a towel around his waist. He freezes when he spots me sitting naked on his bed. His eyes widen. “Haley.”
Before I lose my nerve, I hop off the bed and walk to him. Without a word, I loosen the towel that has sunk low on his hips and let it fall to the floor. I can’t overthink this, or I’ll lose my nerve for sure.
I sink to my knees on the plush rug and reach for his growing erection. Before I lose my nerve, I stroke him once, twice. Already he’s hard as steel.
“Honey, you don’t have to—” His voice breaks off.
I take a moment to study him. A long vein runs the length of his penis, and the crown is a deep, ruddy color. I curl my fingers around his shaft and lick him from root to tip, and as my tongue sweeps across the head, I taste a bit of salty precum.
“Fuck!” He makes a guttural sound low in his throat as he slides his fingers into my hair and grips my head.
I shut off my brain so I don’t overthink this and do what feels right. I lick him, swirl my tongue over the head, tease him beneath the crown with the tip of my tongue.
His fingers dig into my scalp as he groans loudly. “You—oh, God.”
Based on his rough voice, I must be doing this right. As I start stroking him with one hand, I take his erection into my mouth. I use my tongue and a sucking motion to hold him inside, drawing him as deep as I dare. I’ve never done this before, and I don’t want to choke. That would ruin the mood for sure.
As I stroke with one hand and suck and lick him, his breathing grows labored, and his groans deepen.
Before I know it, I find myself on my feet and walking backward.
“That was amazing, but I can’t handle any more right now,” he says, guiding me to the bed. “I want to come inside you.”
Philip picks me up and deposits me in the middle of the bed, my head cushioned on a pillow. After he grabs a condom and drops it on the bed, he’s crouching between my thighs.
I have little warning before he’s there—between my legs—opening me with shaking fingers. I feel his hot breath on my flesh, and then he’s licking me, teasing my clit. My pulse skyrockets, and my breath catches in my chest. “Philip!”
He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t relent. Not until my thighs are shaking and my belly is quivering. His finger skims through my wet arousal before it rims my opening. His finger pushes inside me, slowly, so carefully. And then he’s stroking me, rubbing a spot that feelsso good.
