“I want you,” he says thickly, right before he tilts my face up and devours my mouth again. His tongue entwines with mine, and his hand lands on my thigh, trailing up and burning me. “Can I have you?” His teeth gently scrape over my bottom lip before he sucks it into his mouth. I whimper and claw at him in response.
“But—but this is how babies are made. I’m…I’m not on the pill. I haven’t had actual sex in over a year.” After the words escape my mouth, I slam my eyes shut and curse at myself. Why did I just say that? Could I be any lamer?
Philippe’s deep rumble rolls through the bathroom, which is also huge, by the way. Just like the rest of the house. There’s a freestanding tub—the toilet must be in a separate room because I don’t see it anywhere when I tear my eyes open in surprise—and an even bigger shower. There’s also a double vanity. All of it is so new that it still has the new house smell. Kind of like a new car smell. The shower even looks like a spaceship on the inside. One big enough to take us to the moon. Or to orgasm galaxy…wherever we want to go.
“Relax.” Philippe smooths a hand over my hair. His pupils dilate even more as I watch him. “So soft,” he groans. “I’ve wanted to touch it all night.”
“I can’t relax,” I pant. “I feel like I’m going to die if you don’t…if you don’t fix me. Down. There. And you can’t, because I’m not on the pill.”
“I can’t get you pregnant with my tongue.”
Oh god. Oh god. His tongue. His tongue. Yes, I want his tongue. I want his tongue on me. Inside me. I want him to fuck me with his tongue. Even if I’d had good orgasms before, which I actually haven’t, really, I know Philippe’s tongue would blow them all away.
“Sutton?”
I shiver at the way he says my name. Dark. Promising. Promising me the world.
“Okay,” I whimper. I slam my eyes shut. “Okay. Don’t make babies with your tongue. Right now, please. Hurry up.”CHAPTER 6PhilippeMy pulse is racing, heart thundering loudly. My cock is also rock hard. It’s throbbing so badly, and my balls are so tight that I feel like I could come just from thinking about touching Sutton again. I’m going to do so much more than that, though. Because she wants me, she needs me. And I need her. Desperately.
I spin her around with a growl and lift her up onto the vanity. She’s so light, so small, so delicate, and I’m so much bigger than her. I don’t want to hurt her. I just want to lose myself in her.
My knees hit the tile floor hard. It’s cold, but I don’t care. Sutton shifts, rucking up her dress as she spreads her legs. She’s still wearing her heels. God. I grip her thighs and guide them gently, further opening them up to me. I lift one of her legs and settle it over my shoulder, the heel she’s wearing digging into my muscles. I freaking love the little sting from it.
With her legs spread apart, I see she’s wearing red lace panties, but her legs still aren’t open enough. Her dress? It’s tight—tight around her thighs. As I continue looking at her, she shifts restlessly and tangles her fingers in my hair, tugging me closer to her. I set my hands on her thighs while she tries to spread her legs further apart because I can’t get to her.
Suddenly, a loud rip echoes through the bathroom.
We both freeze.
“My…my dress,” Sutton whispers, mystified and horrified. “We just ripped my dress.”
“Good. I’ll buy you another one. I push her legs gently apart, and the dress rips more.
“What am I supposed to wear home?” She scoots forward, and there’s another loud rip.
“I’ll lend you a shirt. A blanket. Whatever it takes.”
“I have to cab back!”
“I have another car. I’ll drive you.”
“Of course. Why didn’t I think of t—oh…oh my god.”
I bring my face near her panty clad core. I should take my time with her, but I can’t. This is supposed to be foreplay, I think, but I’m too far gone. My dick is running the control center right now, and it’s telling me to get a taste of her. I don’t brush her panties aside. Instead, I suckle the lace straight into my mouth. The taste of her blooms all over my tongue and my cock jerks, my balls tightening up even further. I’m aching all over.
“Taste…amazing,” I groan.
“Philippe…” Sutton’s nails dig into my scalp.
I brush her panties aside and run my finger over her soaked core. I want to plunge it inside her, but instead, I lean in and trace her seam with my tongue. She goes wild, thrusting her hips into my face and grinding against my mouth. I take my time, dipping my tongue into every part of her. Tasting. Wanting. Aching. I finally press my tongue to her clit, and she throbs against it. She’s so wet.