Chapter 12 – Haley #2
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.”
“You can recover that fast? I thought it took a while.”
He chuckles. “I can where you’re concerned. And if for some reason I couldn’t get it up again that quickly, I still have my fingers and my mouth.”
“Oh.”
I walk toward him, and he meets me halfway. He’s wearing only a pair of black boxer-briefs.
“I’m sorry,” he says as he cups my face. “I could have handled that better. I just didn’t expect it to be so—” He falters, suddenly at a loss for words.
“What?”
“So damn good.”
With a smile, I release my towel, and it drops to my feet.
For the second time today, Philip stares at my naked body. “Hale.”
“We don’t have to go all the way, right? I mean, you said you have your fingers and mouth. We could—”
“Oh, my God.” Shaking his head, he scoops me into his arms and sits me down at the foot of his bed. “You’re right.” He kneels in front of me. “It would be very ungentlemanly of me to have an orgasm when you haven’t.”
I’m stunned because I didn’t actually think this would work, but I run with it. I shake my head. “Very rude, in fact.” My pulse takes off, and my heart shoots up into my throat.
He’s so tall that kneeling puts him nearly at face level with me. He cups my cheeks and gazes into my eyes. I breathe in his scent—warm, wet male skin, his soap and shampoo. His damp hair is going every which way, so I start finger combing it into some semblance of order.
He groans and suddenly he’s kissing me. It’s a hungry kiss, almost frantic. He’s never kissed me like this before. His tongue finds mine, stroking it and teasing.
Finally, he pulls back. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. I want you to know that.”
I nod. I know he’s had previous girlfriends.
“Do you trust me?” he asks as he grasps my knees with his warm hands and gently pushes them apart, spreading my thighs.
“Of course, I do.”
“Then lie back and relax. Trust me to make you feel good.”
My stomach drops, and my head is spinning like I’m on a tilt-a-whirl.
He presses his palm to the center of my chest and gently eases me back. As he moves in close, his wide shoulders nudge my thighs apart.
I’m so incredibly exposed, a shiver of anticipation mixed with trepidation runs through me. It’s overwhelming and a bit mortifying that he’s looking at me down there, so I close my eyes.
I feel his fingers between my legs, gently spreading my lips open. He proceeds slowly, as if he’s giving me time to adjust.
My belly quivers, and my thighs start shaking. When I feel his warm breath between my legs, I tense.
He pulls back and runs his hands up and down my thighs. “It’s okay. Just relax.”
“I’m trying. This is—”
“I know, baby.” He chuckles softly, and a moment later, his tongue touches me.
I can’t help crying out. I’ve touched myself before, of course. Many times. But it’s different when someone else is doing it.
He grasps my ankles and puts them up on the mattress before he spreads my legs farther apart. He leans in close and, a heartbeat later, the tip of his tongue gently flicks my clitoris before it starts drawing slow circles around it. He doesn’t seem to be in any hurry as he laps at my clit.
Tingles race up my spine, and suddenly I feel warm all over. My heart is pounding, and my breasts feel fuller. They’re aching, as if there’s a connection between my pussy and my breasts. No one ever mentioned that in sex ed class.
I flinch instinctively when I feel a blunt fingertip gently rimming my opening, slipping through the wetness. He doesn’t penetrate me, he just teases me.
“Philip?”
“It’s okay. Don’t worry.”
His tongue continues its work, circling my clit, then fluttering against it, flicking it. He alternates between slow and fast, gentle and firm, and all the while, his finger farther down gently teases my opening.
It all feels so good, my body starts to float like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
And then something changes. Something begins to coil tightly between my legs. My belly begins to quiver. My thigh muscles tighten.
And still, he continues those slow, lazy circles, alternating the pressure on my clit. I feel like I’m on a precipice, and I’m about to fall over the edge.
Soon delicious pleasure swells inside me, starting between my legs and radiating upward.
I start making noises, embarrassing ones, whimpers and high-pitched keening sounds. When he groans against my clit, I feel the vibration.
I raise up enough to watch him, but all I can see is the top of his head. The sight is both shocking and scintillating.
Pleasure swells as he continues, until something detonates deep inside. My back comes up off the mattress, and I cry out loudly. He continues what he’s doing, prolonging my climax until my body goes lax and I melt into the mattress.
When my body stops shuddering, he climbs onto the bed and settles us both with our heads on the pillows.
As I lie in his arms, quiet echoes of tingling sensations continue to resonate through me. “That was… unexpected.” My voice is barely above a whisper. I can still feel residual tingles flowing through me.
I didn’t realize an orgasm was a whole body experience.
Smiling, he presses a kiss to my temple. “In a good way, I hope.”
“Yes. Most definitely. The best way imaginable.”
I pull him closer for a kiss, and he’s only too happy to oblige me.
I’m shocked when I taste myself on his lips.