“No.” Tommy placed the album on the side table next to her bed with care and then opened her arms for Philippa. “I have other ideas. Prurient, obscene ideas.”
“Mm, tell me more.” Philippa pulled off her half-boots and launched herself into Tommy’s embrace. “Or better yet, show me. I love to practice what I learn.”
It took no time at all for their clothes to be piled upon the floor.
“Our life doesn’t have to be scandalous.” Tommy kissed Philippa’s breasts. “We can be two eccentric spinsters who happen to live together. Just like Agnes and Katherine.”
Those were the last words for several minutes. Instead, Tommy concentrated her eloquence on what her tongue was doing to Philippa. She trailed her kisses lower, down Philippa’s stomach, past her hip, between her thighs.
Tommy loved the heat of Philippa’s skin, her scent, her taste. The way her muscles tightened and the little sounds she made at the back of her throat when she was close to her peak.
It all went directly onto the Philippa map in Tommy’s mind. Each curve and crevice, each slick surface and the swollen nub at its apex. Every moan. She could reach up with her hands and, without looking, know exactly where and how to stroke Philippa’s breasts to bring her to the edge.
She did so now, enjoying the knowledge that not only was she the first to do this, she would be Philippa’s only lover. Tommy’s tongue was—
Philippa’s fingers clutched Tommy’s hair as her climax took her. Tommy didn’t stop licking until she was finished and spent. Only then did she haul herself up to Philippa’s side.
“I want…I want to do it to you,” Philippa panted.
Tommy kissed her. “You can do anything to me that you like.”
Philippa shook her head, her gaze heated. “No. I want to do everything thatyouwant.”
Tommy’s body quickened in awareness. “You want to do…what I want?”
“I want to doeverythingyou want.” Philippa sat up and started to push Tommy onto the cushions, then stopped herself. “Give me orders.”
Tommy’s pulse raced. “Orders?”
“Commands. Explicit instructions. I am a quick study. There is nothing I am more interested in than bringing you pleasure. Tell me what you like, so that I can do it to you. Do youwantto lie down? Is there a position you’d prefer this time?”
There were suddenly about four hundred positions Tommy would prefer. Her head grew dizzy at the reminder that this was no temporary liaison. This was not their one and only chance to slake their lust, but rather one more of many. They belonged to each other now. They’d made love before and wouldkeepmaking love, whenever and however they pleased.
It was the most seductive idea she had ever contemplated.
“Push me onto the cushions,” Tommy commanded. “Hold me down so that I cannot touch you. Torment me with kisses that rarely go exactly where I want nor for quite as long as I would like.”
A smile curved Philippa’s lips. She pushed Tommy’s shoulders back onto the bed and pinned her wrists against the pillow on either side of her head. Tommy’s blood rushed with excitement.
Philippa pressed a kiss to the wildly beating pulse point in the hollow beneath Tommy’s ear. “You said I can touch you anywhere.” Philippa trailed kisses down Tommy’s throat and around the base of Tommy’s small, pert breasts. “Tell me if I’m starting in the right place.”
This wasn’t a game, Tommy realized. It was a promise. A new beginning. Philippa was showing with her kisses that she accepted Tommy for who she was and accepted her exactlyasshe was. There was no need to hide behind a disguise. Tommy could be fully herself with Philippa, out of the bedroom and in.
All she need do was let Philippa know what she wanted, and Tommy could have it.
“My breasts.” Her voice was strained, excited. “Suck them.”
Her eyes fluttered shut. Philippa’s rumpled hair tickled as she dragged her parted lips up Tommy’s chest to her straining nipple.
With her eyes closed tight, Tommy could hear the blood rushing in her ears as her voice rasped instructions to pinch and lick and tug and suckle.
Giving commands should have made her feel like the one with the power, but instead it made Tommy feel vulnerable and exposed. She could give orders, but whether and how to respond was up to Philippa. It added a layer of uncertainty and anticipation, followed by a rush of excitement and pleasure when her pleas were heeded.
Philippa followed instructions with enthusiasm and delight, as if Tommy’s naked body was a treasure trove full of riches and surprises, each more wonderful than the last. She did not hesitate to touch and lick and stroke anywhere and everywhere Tommy asked.
Philippa’s soft ringlets brushed Tommy’s tensed thighs as Philippa eagerly used her mouth and hands between Tommy’s legs in exactly the manner her hoarse voice begged for. She dug her fingers into the bedclothes as Philippa’s fingers and tongue brought her ever closer to climax.
“I want…I’m about to…” Tommy gasped.
