“Kisses or touching?”
“Both,” Philippa whispered. “Please.”
Breathy little one-word answers were far from eloquent, but Tommy did not seem to mind. Instead, she resumed her slow, heated kisses, down the hill of one breast, into the valley between, up the other side, ever so close to the trembling peak there.
The tantalizing trajectory of Tommy’s mouth consumed Philippa’s attention until Tommy’s slender fingers cupped her other breast, trapping the engorged nipple. She began to play. Philippa’s body reacted instantly. Every muscle galvanized.
While Tommy’s left hand stroked Philippa’s breast, Tommy’s mouth closed over the other, teasing through the fabric with her lips and teeth and tongue.
This was a kiss of a different sort. Deliciously unsatisfying, serving only to make Philippa’s body all the more restless. A coil of want began to curl between her legs. Her clitoris felt swollen and needy, eager to be the next body part visited.
“May I…touch you?” she asked.
“I told you.” Tommy’s eyes met hers. “You can touch me whenever, wherever.”
“You can touch me everywhere, too.” Philippa desperately hoped Tommy would take her true meaning and not force her to specify whether she referred to her toes or her vulva.
Tommy tugged down Philippa’s shift, exposing her breasts to the cool air…and the heat of Tommy’s mouth. Philippa closed her eyes and tilted her head back, only to realize that she was arching her back to raise her breasts toward Tommy. If she’d had an etching of this moment, it would have been erotic indeed.
She reveled in the sensation of Tommy’s fingers against her bare nipple, Tommy’s wet tongue scraping against the other, only to suck it into her mouth.
Heat and excitement suffused Philippa’s body. She wanted to see, to touch.
She placed her hands on Tommy’s back and fisted her fingers in the soft shirt. The action caused the hem to rise, revealing the alluring shape of Tommy’s buttocks.
Without lifting her mouth from Philippa’s bare nipple, Tommy’s fingers trailed down Philippa’s abdomen, over her hip, to tug up the bottom hem of her shift. Tommy yanked the linen up bit by bit. Uncovering Philippa’s calves, then knees, then thighs.
Philippa held her breath. Would Tommy push it all of the way up to Philippa’s waist, displaying the part of her that ached for Tommy’s touch? Or would she—
Conscious thought fled as Tommy slid her slim hand between Philippa’s legs, cupping her where she was hot and slick. Her flesh felt swollen and sensitive, eager to be touched. When Tommy reached Philippa’s clitoris, a shock of pleasure shot through her. This was so much better than doing it herself while dreaming of Tommy. So much faster.
Tommy’s fingers rolled against her, once, twice, thrice, until they were slick and slid easily. Dipping now, confident, exploring,finding.
Philippa moved restlessly, her hips bucking as she sought to deepen the touch, no longer rational enough to be self-conscious. Tommy’s hand matched the rhythm. Philippa’s entire body felt tighter, on edge, waiting breathlessly as the familiar pressure climbed within her, in a wholly unfamiliar way.
Doing itwithTommy, feeling the climax buildbecauseof Tommy.
While her fingers stroked Philippa’s clitoris, Tommy lifted her mouth from Philippa’s breast to her lips. Philippa met the kiss hungrily, greedily, sucking Tommy’s tongue as Tommy’s fingers toyed and dipped, teased and pierced, bringing her ever closer to an arousal so intense, she teetered on the precipice of satisfaction.
The pressure exploded into pleasure. Philippa reached her peak with Tommy’s fingers still driving inside her, sending mindless waves spiraling throughout Philippa’s body.
When at last Tommy removed her hand, Philippa caught it in hers. She felt the slickness coat her own fingers. They had done this together. They could do it again. Philippa could bring the same pleasure to Tommy.
“I want to do it to you,” she rasped, her heart still banging too fast to think properly.
“Hurry.” Tommy licked Philippa’s lip. “I’m close just from doing it to you.”
Was that true? Was it possible? Philippa reached beneath Tommy’s shirt to cup her in the same intimate manner.
The sensation was similar to what she felt when she touched herself, but the angle was different. Tommy’s vulva was indeed slick and ready. Philippa was not quite certain what to do or how to go about it, so she explored the way Tommy had. Rolling her fingers, then circling with just the fingertips and then—ah. There was the clitoris.
Tommy’s mouth crushed into hers and they rolled slightly so that Philippa was on her side and Tommy was on her back, her toned legs splaying for easier access.
Philippa stroked, lightly, tentatively. “Like this?”
“More.” Tommy ground herself against Philippa’s fingers, punctuating their kisses with sensual little moans.
Philippa tested dipping a finger inside. Tommy gasped for air. Philippa thrilled to learn which speed and which strokes earned the best little whimpers.
