Chapter 19 #2
Phillipe turned her in his arms and lifted her up against his thick shaft.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked over to the mattress under the window.
Their mouths still fused together, he stopped when his toes touched the base of their makeshift bed.
Her tongue was twisting and flirting with his.
Every time she pushed it deeper, she gripped his shoulders and pulled herself closer, rubbing her wet core against his cock.
He cupped her ass and tugged her closer.
Putting a knee on the mattress, he slowly lowered them to the bed.
Following her down, he never released her mouth from the tempestuous kiss she had him engaged in.
When he was firmly pressed against her, he couldn’t help the drive to thrust into her.
He flexed his hips, using the force to push into her hard, and then he pulled out of her, dragging his cock against her mound.
Finally, she leaned back from the kiss, licking her top lip. “Come up here.”
Looking down at her, he grinned, touching her lips with a finger. “I am up here.”
She shook her head against the pillow. With both hands, she reached down between their bodies and fisted his cock. “This. Bring this up here and then come.”
He groaned and thrust into her tight grip. He leaned down and kissed her mouth, only to feel her bite his lip.
“I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
“Christ, Chantel. Are you sure?”
A sinful smile appeared as she reached up to his face, bringing him back to her. When his mouth was against hers, she told him, “Yes, I want to taste you on my tongue as you slide inside my soul.”
Grunting low, he closed his eyes and moved away from her. As she released his throbbing hardness, he straddled her waist.
Gruffly, he instructed her, “Scoot down the bed.”
As she followed his command, her breasts swayed.
Leaning down, he couldn’t help himself from taking one of her ripe nipples between his lips.
She reached out, clasping his head as she arched up into his mouth.
He bit the hard little tip before progressing to her upper body.
Gently, he tapped her lips with the wet tip of his cock.
“Open your mouth, Beauty.”
She obeyed, and he slid deep between her warm lips.
“Fucking hell.” Putting his fists on the mattress to brace himself, he raised his hips. He lifted himself up on shaky arms then slowly brought his hips back down to push farther into her mouth. Closing his eyes, he tried to imagine how she was feeling.
With his cock plunging between her lips, he could hear her breathing in and out through her nose.
Her talented fingers were on his hips and ass as she pulled him closer, taking him deeper down her throat until her nose was against his skin.
He could feel her breath tickling him with each inhale and exhale.
“That’s it, Chantel. Suck me deep,” he growled as he slowly pulled away from her deep-throated squeeze. “That’s a fucking pretty sight.” He grunted while he looked down his body, watching when the tip of his cock slid out of her mouth as she leaned back.
Through aroused, unseeing eyes, she pulled his hips back toward her. “More.”
When she took him once again, her left hand moved to the crack of his ass.
He closed his eyes as he tried to control himself.
As she sucked vigorously on his engorged flesh, erotic noises started to fill the room and his head.
Her finger skirted along the sensitive skin of his ass, and he white-knuckled the sheets, sinking his knees into the mattress.
Shaking his head and trying to hang on to some semblance of control, he groaned loudly as she dragged her finger down his ass to his tight balls, where she tickled the sensitive skin.
Biting his bottom lip, he started to fuck her mouth in earnest.
As much as he wanted this to be gentle and sweet, she was tapping into a part of him that he couldn’t control. He could already feel the climax skating along his spine, knocking for release.
“Fuck. Yes. Harder,” he roared, not really having a clue what he wanted harder. Her mouth? Her fingers? Or to get even farther down her amazing fucking throat?
Somehow, she knew. Right as the climax was about to slam into him, she slid a finger past his tight ring into his ass while she clamped her lips around his cock. He shouted her name as he came so hard that he thought he would pass out from the sheer force of ecstasy.
“Jesus Christ, Chantel.” He sent up a prayer and slowly slipped out of her mouth as he slid down her body. When he was in line with her lips, he took them in a kiss so erotic and decadent that he thought he might come a second time just from tasting himself on her mouth, lips, and tongue.
She smelled and tasted like him. Now, as she arched her hips toward him, he knew he wanted to return the favor.
Pulling back, he whispered, “That was the most religious fucking experience I have ever had, and I will never listen to this piece— What’s it called again?”
“Adagio for Strings.”
“I will never be able to listen to this piece without thinking of you, right at this very moment.”
She smiled and laughed softly before curving her back. She was aching, and he needed to tend to her.
“Do you need me, Chantel? Do you want to see heaven?”
Closing her eyes, she nodded and widened her legs. Phillipe scooted off the edge of the mattress to kneel on the floor between her spread thighs. Damn, she’s soaked. Her thighs were glistening from her excitement. He reached out and ran his finger through it, bringing it to his mouth for a taste.
“You’re aching. Aren’t you, Chantel? Did having me in your mouth turn you on?” Leaning forward, he took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet and spicy arousal. “I think it did, because your pussy is so wet that it’s dripping all over your thighs.”
He placed a kiss on her knee and then heard her whimper as he flattened his tongue to lick and kiss his way up her left thigh.
When he reached her lush center, he leaned in so close that his nose bumped her clit.
Taking one of her pouty lips between his own, he sucked on it, savoring her delicious arousal.
When her taste hit his tongue, it went straight to his cock, making it rise and harden again.
“Put your legs over my shoulders, Chantel.”
Although languid in movement, she obeyed immediately. With her heels brushing against his back, he gripped her ass and tugged her right to the edge of the pillow-top mattress.
“I want to taste you now while you slide over my tongue and come for me.”
He lapped at her sopping cunt. She raised her hips and reached down, gripping his hair in her hands as he licked and sucked on her sensitive flesh.
“Phillipe,” she moaned.
He stiffened his agile tongue and held her in place as he started to tongue-fuck her toward her orgasm.
He knew it wouldn’t take long. He brought his finger to where his mouth was busy devouring her sweet pussy, lubricating it with her own sweet arousal.
Mimicking her movements that took him to the edge, he moved the wet digit down to the tight little virgin hole that was currently spread apart in this position.
“Hmm. Yes, Chantel.” He hummed against her aching sex. “You’re a naughty little tease, pushing your finger into my ass earlier. Was that a hint?”
Shaking her head, she lifted her hips, trying to get his mouth back into action.
“No?” he asked. He pressed the tip of his finger on her hot little rosette.
“No, I just wanted to—” She panted.
“You wanted to get up my ass?” he asked as he licked her hot center again.
“Phillipe,” she shouted.
“Ah, there’s the ecstatic enthusiasm. Pure rhapsody.”
Suddenly, her knees tightened around his ears, and her hips bucked up as he sucked her clit hard between his lips while pushing his finger deep into her tight ass. She screamed his name so loudly as she came that his ears were actually ringing.
As the somber violins continued to play well after the ringing had subsided, Phillipe knew exactly what he was going to call this painting of her—Rhapsody.
“Are we done, then?” I ask, looking at Phillipe over my shoulder.
It has been at least an hour of my standing here naked and somewhat cold. It has been dead silent for at least half of it. I decided to leave it that way because it seemed he just needed some space today.
“Yes, we can be done. Is your shoulder bothering you?”
He seems faraway and distant. I know he’s thinking of her.
“No, it isn’t. I’m just a little cold.”
He looks over at me and nods. I see a look in his eyes that, under any other circumstances, I would think is arousal, but I know that look is not for me. That realization makes me feel more than naked. I feel vulnerable.
Slowly, I bring the violin to my front and move to the case, placing the instrument gently on the red silk. He says nothing as I go through the motions of putting on my clothes, item by item. Although he’s here, I know he has left the room somehow. He’s not with me.
I stop by the door before I leave. “Do you mind if I go downstairs tonight to look at the paintings?”
I don’t really know what to expect, but he nods once. “While you’re here, you can go wherever you like.”
I give him my thanks and turn to leave the studio. Making my way down the main curved staircase, I stop to look at the painting hanging on the wall. Rhapsody depicts the pose I was in only moments earlier.
This time, I don’t hesitate to reach out and stroke the curve of her right cheek. I trace over the F-holes in the violin, the same pattern that is now dry paint on my skin. She really was beautiful with her otherworldly, flawless skin. It is easy for me to see the appeal.
Shaking my head, I make my way down into the kitchen. As I stand at the window, staring out on the vineyards, I can hear Phillipe’s voice playing over in my mind.
While you are here, you can go wherever you like.
Yes, I can go anywhere—just not into his heart.