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Anne’s fingers made their pathway up along the backs of Phillip’s thighs, drawing little circles into the skin as she went. His muscles quivered and strained against the command of staying still. His blood pumped hotter and harder within him the higher she reached, his body one long thrum of simmering heat coaxed by clever, teasing hands.
Phillip pulled a pillow under his chin and wrapped his arms around it. He wanted to look back over his shoulder, to see Anne in all her glory, but she had made it very clear that that wasn’t to be allowed tonight. He might as well be Orpheus and she Eurydice, and he might risk it all longing for one glance, just one glance-
A hand in his hair pushed his face back down into the pillow. Her laughter tickled his ear, the scent of lavender in his nose from their bed linen.
He groaned. “Anne, please. Annie.”
Anne delivered a short, sharp slap to his ass. Phillip’s body thrummed with a fresh jolt of arousal.
“Just lie there and take it like a good boy.” Her voice dripped the sickly sweet condescension that tangled Phillip’s insides up into knots.
Anne pushed his legs open wider and settled between them. For a moment, he felt very vulnerable, very exposed, not being able to see what was going on. And then Anne’s hands were on his hips, her soft lips against the dips of his spine, the back of his neck. His tailbone. Warmth swelled in Phillip's heart until it spilled over, trickling down to pool low in his stomach.
Something wet and blunt slipped between his cheeks. His breath hitched and Anne was there instantly with a soothing touch. “Shh, baby. Relax. You know how much you love it when I do this.”
Phillip turned his head to the side and their lips met in a clumsy kiss as Anne pressed in and in, so far and so deep it felt like she was never going to stop. He sank into the sensation of fullness inside him. An impossible, mind-stealing fullness. There was no place to hide from it, nowhere to go; Anne was a long line of heat and subtle strength against his back, holding him in place, pinning him down into the mattress with very little effort.
When she started to move, Phillip swore he saw stars and whole galaxies explode behind his eyes. She angled her hips and each slow thrust dragged inside him just right. Unrelenting heat and pressure built within him and spread out from where they were joined, his whole being that centre of burning pleasure.
Phillip surrendered himself to it completely. He could’ve floated away on the bliss of it all. He wanted nothing more than to stay forever like that; at her mercy, beneath her touch. To spend the rest of his life in her hands.
Hot kisses trailed along the curve of his jaw, teeth tugging and teasing the shell of his ear. Anne’s breath hit Phillip's skin in warm puffs of fluttering air that intensified Phillip's shivers. She was all around him, encompassing him between her arms. He felt her hips bump against his ass each time she filled him to the hilt, and he could count the long seconds between each time their bodies separated and connected, her rhythm never faltering but never speeding up either. Fucking him so slowly, so thoroughly, making him feel all of it. Driving him right up against that precipice.
“You’re close now, aren’t you? It’s so easy to get you off.”
Phillip moaned softly into the pillow, mortified by the truth to Anne’s words, and more than a little turned on by the teasing.
“I could do anything I wanted to you and you’d love it, wouldn’t you?” The sharper edge of mocking in Anne’s tone made Phillip’s stomach clench.
Anne’s palms pressed his hips down harder, putting wonderful, new friction against his cock. Still she kept up her maddening pace and it was all Phillip could do to stop himself from screaming, from begging for more.
“Wouldn’t you, Phillip?”
“Yes,” Phillip gasped.
“Good.”
There was that triumphant smile in her voice that Phillip liked so much. Phillip could feel the curve of that same smile against his skin as his release finally overtook him, rendering him breathless with the sudden force of it. Anne stroked his hair and talked him through it with whispers of “good boy, that’s my good boy.”
Phillip felt Anne slip from his spent body and he whined at the loss of contact, the emptiness. She rolled him over onto his back, peering down at him with smug satisfaction. A beat of wanting pulsed through Phillip at the sight of her. She was beautiful, and that was the only coherent thought echoing through his head. Absolutely gorgeous, all flushed and dressed in lace.
He watched her unbuckle the harness from around her hips, fresh heat coming into his face to see the strap she’d fucked him with.
“Give me a moment to catch my breath and I’ll return the favour,” Phillip offered.
Anne laughed. “Or I could do this.”
She threaded her fingers through his hair, planted her knees either side of his head and carefully lowered herself onto his face.