11. Ophie
Ophie
All the discussion of Philip’s nickname has me more and more self-conscious of the fact that I’m naked. With Philip. And my nipples are still wet from his mouth.
I’m a heartbeat away from running from the room, when he declares he’s going to keep my mouth too busy to talk. Between the dirty words and his possessive grip on my hip, I freeze.
“Come here, liefling.”
With those three words, he pulls me on top of him, the hand that was on my hip sliding to scoop me up and over so I’m straddling his hips, his other hand gripping the back of my neck, bending me over until his lips capture mine.
My awkwardness dissolves as our tongues collide once more. The questions and uncertainties of what happens now disappear, leaving behind the perfect way his lips move against mine. The feel of Philip’s hands caressing my back and my tits dragging along his chest. The hard length of his cock pressing through the thin fabric of his basketball shorts.
“Ophie…Ophelia,” he murmurs against my mouth between kisses. “Are you sure?”
Instead of answering, I rock my hips, sliding my clit against his length with a groan. I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation. It’s been over two years since anyone has touched me, apart from myself. The pleasure of it is almost overwhelming. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I should say something, reassure Philip that I’m not just using him.
But the words are stuck behind the wave of sensation that’s building up inside me, and all I can do is gasp out breaths between his hungry kisses and keep the rhythm of my hips as friction sparks between us.
With my eyes still closed, I don’t have to see what he’s thinking—I know his face so well, he won’t be able to hide anything from me, and I don’t want to know.
“Ophie.” Philip spears his fingers into my hair, pulling at the scrunchie holding it up, and pinpricks of pain dance over my scalp. They don’t make me stop. Instead, the pain sends goose bumps down my spine, and I move a little faster, pressing down a little harder against the outline of his dick.
“Open your eyes, Ophie,” he whispers as he breaks away from my lips, kissing down my jaw and throat.
I screw my eyes shut, not wanting to look and break the bubble of denial where we can do this and still walk away as if everything is the same. His hands guide my head to the side, giving him access to bite down on my shoulder, sending another wave of goose bumps across my skin.
Philip keeps talking, saying my name, calling me liefling, but I only answer with gasping breaths and moans, too scared to wake myself from this trance.
Pushing up from my elbows, hands braced on either side of his head, I use the leverage to change the angle of my hips, putting a little extra pressure on my clit at the bottom of each movement, an orgasm building just beyond the tips of my toes.
The next thing I know, I’m on my back, and my eyes fly open in shock. Philip holds himself above me with one arm, his other hand holding my chin so I can’t turn my head. Can’t escape the look on his face.
His eyes are locked on mine, intense and dilated.
His eyebrows are furrowed, like when he’s hurt.
A muscle flickers in his jaw from his gritted teeth as he growls out a single word, breaking through my selfish bubble. “Wife.”
He punctuates his statement with one hard roll of his hips against mine, shattering me into a thousand pieces.
Philip’s face has transformed from hurt to smug as I come back to myself, and I wonder if I imagined it in the first place. “So that’s the name that got your attention, huh? And here I thought you were going to smack me for using it.”
“I still might.” I lift one hand off the bed, moving it toward his arm in slow motion. He watches it with an intense stare, quirking one eyebrow at me when I stop inches from his shoulder.
“You won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know you, Ophelia van der Merwe-Moore.” He’s still nestled between my legs, and I can feel every hard inch of him against my aching center. If that orgasm was a warm-up, a sample of what he could make me feel if we go through with this, I’m in trouble.
Philip leans down and kisses me, his teeth pulling gently on my bottom lip. The not-quite-pain brings me back to focus on our conversation. “I thought you said you were being brave? If you want to be brave, be here. Be in the moment with me.” He kisses me again, deeply, his tongue swirling against mine, reminding me how right it feels. “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about this a thousand times before.”
It’s my turn to raise an eyebrow at him. “I haven’t.”
“Bullshit.” He grins to take the sting out of his accusation. “I have,” he admits, his grin turning soft.
The pieces of me that had gone all soft and gooey post-orgasm flinch. “Don’t ruin this. Don’t change everything on me now. I don’t want to lose my friend.”
The idea that this has all been a ploy to eventually win me over is an unwelcome intruder, but I push it away. I started this. I came into his room. Philip was going to let it go, not pursue anything. He’s the one wanting reassurance from me, not the other way around.
“You won’t.”
“Promise?” I hate how unsure I sound, but I need to know.
Philip sighs and rolls off me, reaching down to adjust himself as we both stare at the ceiling again. “I promise. But if this is as far as this goes, I need you to walk out of this room right now.”
He shifts on the bed, propping himself up to face me, his head resting on his fist as he stares hungrily down at my naked body. It takes all my self-control not to pull the blanket over myself, but I suck in a breath, put on my metaphorical big-girl panties, and leave myself bare.
The bedding rustles as I roll onto my side, mimicking his pose, and stare back. We look at each other in silence. Philip’s eyes trace over my skin, burning a path along my body.
Finally, I break the quiet. “And if I stay?”
“Then I’m going to find out exactly how you taste when you come on my tongue. And then what your lips feel like wrapped around my cock, before I finally find out what your pussy feels like. And I will still be your best friend after.”
We can do this. Have sex and still be friends. This doesn’t change how there’s a good chance we’ll end up far apart by the time we get jobs. And it doesn’t change the fact that once his green card is secure, we’ll be getting a divorce.
It’s just sex.
So I pull him on top of me, our legs tangling as I press my lips to his. I lose myself in his taste, the rough scruff on his chin, and the feel of his fingers sliding up my arm. Weaving his fingers through mine, Philip holds my arm above my head while he commands my mouth. His other arm slides beneath my shoulder, his fingers wrapping over it from behind.
Holding me still, he breaks away from my lips to trail kisses down my jaw and neck, occasionally nipping at the skin. He keeps kissing back and forth across my collarbone, dipping lower and lower with each pass until he’s grazing the upper curve of my breasts.
“Tease,” I mutter, stretching up to kiss the tips of his fingers. When he doesn’t respond by taking my aching nipples in his mouth like I want, I bend my elbow, bringing his hand to my mouth. Sucking his thumb between my lips makes him pause.
“Oh god, Ophie,” Philip groans against my tender skin.
“Do what you did before.” I arch up, pressing my breasts toward his face. “It felt so good.”
His lips hover close enough that his breath tickles the tight buds screaming for him. “Like this?”
“With your tongue. Like you did before.” I pull his thumb back into my mouth and suck hard, circling the tip with my tongue as if I was sucking his cock. I release it with a pop when Philip groans. “Like that.”
“Okay, new rule. No more teasing.” Philip accentuates his words by finally taking my breast in his mouth, his tongue circling and flicking at the tip.
I can’t help the noise I make as relief floods through me. Our bodies start moving in rhythm again while he gives my tits the attention they need.
When he releases my breasts from his mouth and starts kissing his way down my body, I catch my breath enough to verbally spar again. “You started it.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“Nope. That was all you, wife.”
“Was n—”
Philip cuts me off by sliding his tongue long and slow through my core.
“You win,” I gasp out as he licks and sucks, his tongue circling my clit.
“I know.” He hums against me. “You taste divine.”
Closing my eyes once more, I lose myself to the sensations he heaps on me. His shoulders pressing against the backs of my legs, the tickle of his hair against my inner thighs. One of his strong hands gripping my hip and pulling me closer to his eager mouth. The alternating rough and soft of his scruff and lips on my sensitive skin. All of this would be enough to ground me in the moment, but coloring it all is the thought that this feels so fucking right.
Like this is how it should have been all along.
I push all that aside and focus on the tension building in my spine. Philip keeps going, his tongue spearing into me as his thumb presses against my clit. I’m so close I could scream, but it comes out more like a grunting beg. “More, oh god, I’m so close.”
His thumb is replaced by his lips and he sucks my clit between his teeth, while at the same time, his other hand reaches up to pinch my nipple, hard. The surprise knocks me over the edge, and I orgasm again with a guttural cry.
The bed dips as he crawls up beside me, his warm breath tracing a path up my belly, but my eyes are too unfocused to see. Reaching out, I pull him close, my hands roaming over his torso while I catch my breath. I run my nails lightly down his side, giving in to my need to touch him. Goose bumps break out over his skin before I skim over his hip, and I smile, knowing I did that. Hooking my thumb in the waistband of his shorts, I push them down as far as I can.
“Last chance to walk away.” Philip slides off the bed to stand beside it, his eyes locked on mine, hesitating.
“If you ask me if I’m sure one more time, I’m going to get a complex, Philip.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “Strip.”
“I just don’t want you to regret it.”
It’s the same thing he said before, but there’s something different in his tone now. A sincerity that curls uncomfortably in my stomach. I push it away and focus on the ache between my legs.
“I regret a lot of things in life, but I won’t regret this,” I reassure him, scooting forward until my feet land on the floor. I push his unresisting hands away from his shorts and slide them down his legs. His cock is so eager to be free of the fabric, it nearly hits me in the eye as I bend forward to take him in my mouth. We’ve come this far; I might as well be all in.
“Oh god,” Philip moans when I slip to my knees in front of him. His hands rest on top of my head as I take him all the way in, my nose pressing against his belly. “Dit voel so goed.”
I release his cock and pull back. “What?”
“That feels so good.” With a delicate touch, he traces the side of my face. “Your mouth, Ophelia. It’s like heaven.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. It’s my turn to explore his body. I slide my lips and tongue along his shaft. It’s thick, but not too long, and fits perfectly in my mouth. I take him all the way to the back of my throat, before tightening my lips and pulling back.
I keep it up, my mouth working as Philip’s breath comes shorter and his fingers dig into my hair, encouraging me to move at a certain pace. Groaning my name, he fists my hair and holds me still, then takes a step back. “I won’t get to find out what your pussy feels like if you keep that up.”
Releasing his grip on my hair, he pulls me to my feet, before picking me up and tossing me on the bed. Then he crawls over me until I’m caged in his arms, kissing me long and slow. I hook my leg over his ass, letting his hard length settle deeper between my thighs. The kissing leads us in a rhythm that travels down to our hips. With each thrust, Philip skims nearer and nearer.
“Fuck.” Suddenly, he pulls back, his body freezing. “Ophie, I don’t have a condom.”
I let out a half-laugh, half-scream choking noise. “I have an IUD. And I haven’t been with anyone in two years. I’m good.”
“I’ve kept my negative test streak going since I got here. Hasn’t been quite two years, but close. Are you—”
“If you ask me if I’m sure one more time, I’m walking out that door.” I cut him off, starting to roll out from under him.
Philip pins my arms above my head in one swift movement. “Thank fuck.” Then he slides home inside me, stealing any more words away by sealing his lips to mine.