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With surprising tenderness, he lifts me and places me on the now-clear table. He lays me down gently, his fingers trailing along my bare skin, setting every nerve on fire. I feel exposed and vulnerable but also more alive than I have in days.
"Relax, Tatiana," he whispers, leaning down to press soft kisses along my throat, his breath hot against my skin. "I'll take care of you."
Good. That's all I want.
As he moves lower, planting heated kisses across my chest and stomach, I squirm beneath him, wanting him to go faster. But his strong hands slide up my thighs slowly, achingly, parting them at the pace of a snail as he positions himself between my legs.
"Ready?" he murmurs, stealing my breath away. I've been ready since he ripped off my fucking clothes.
"Y-yes," I manage to stutter, feeling a wave of heat flood through me at his unwavering stare.
Without warning, Philippe's tongue darts out to stroke my clit, eliciting a gasp from me. His skilled fingers join the assault, teasing my pussy before pushing slowly inside. At first, my pussy feels tight. A little dry, even.
But with each thrust of his finger and flick of his tongue, it gets wetter and wetter until I can hear his fingers slapping within me. A fountain of desire drips down my thighs like melting candy.
A moan escapes my lips as he puts in another finger and begins to fuck me with them hard. His tongue worked in tandem to bring me closer and closer to the edge.
"Philippe," I whimper, my hips bucking against his face as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm me. "I-I..."
"Let go,cara mia," he urges, his voice rough with desire. "Cum for me."
I close my eyes, his face disappearing from view. The soft, wet sounds of Philippe's tongue and fingers working in perfect rhythm fill the air, accompanied by my ragged breaths and gasps of pleasure. A musky, heady scent lingers in the room, as our bodies heat up.
"Oh yeah,Tesoro," he urges me, getting up for air. I slide my hands through his hair and guide his mouth back down to my clit. He begins tapping it with his tongue, dancing around it, and my back arches, my tits rising into the sky.
I look down and see him staring up at me; his eyes slit narrow, his mouth curved in a devilish grin. To see him down there, his eyes on my tits, desiring me in a manner no man ever has before, sends a shiver down my spine.
"Cum for me," he urges again. "Fucking cum."
And with that final command, a tingle spreads between my legs. My teeth grind together, a flourishing spasm rocks down my back, and at that moment, he curves his finger upwards and begins pounding me towards the inside of my clitoris, and I shatter beneath his touch, my body convulsing with an intensity that leaves me breathless and spent.
Philippe doesn't relent, continuing to lick and suck at my sensitive flesh until every last tremor has passed through me.
As he lifts his head, that wicked smile still on his lips and his eyes dark with lust, I know that this is just the beginning of our passionate night together. And for once, I'm grateful for the sweet escape it brings from the pain and grief that have become my new constant companions.
Catching my breath, I lock my gaze on Philippe's. My hands tremble as I reach out to him, tracing the intricate lines of his Moirai tattoo that coil around his muscular arm. The heat between us is a living thing that demands satisfaction.
"Let me return the favor," I whisper, my voice husky and laced with need. In an instant, I'm off the table, pressing myself against Philippe's hard body, feeling his cock pressing into my belly.
Capturing his bottom lip between my teeth, I tease him for a moment before releasing it with a soft nip. A low growl escapes his throat, sending shivers down my spine.
"Patience," I chide playfully, easing him back against the edge of the table. Gripping the waistband of his pants, I slowly lower them, revealing his throbbing erection. With deliberate care, I wrap my fingers around him, earning a hiss of pleasure from those perfectly sculpted lips.
"Tell me what you want, Philippe," I murmur, running my thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the drop of pre-cum that has gathered there.
"Your mouth... on me," he manages to gasp, his fingers digging into the table as if seeking support.
"Of course," I purr, sinking to my knees before him. My tongue darts out, tasting the saltiness of his skin as I trace a path from his balls to the tip of his cock. I take him into my mouth, inch by delicious inch until he's fully sheathed between my lips. Philippe's grip tightens on the table, knuckles turning white.
"Ah,cazzo... Tatiana," he groans, his hips instinctually bucking forward. I hold him back, maintaining control over the rhythm as I bob my head up and down, swirling my tongue around him, teasing and tempting him to the brink.
"Stop," he pants, his voice strained and thick with need. "If you keep going... I won't last."
"Good." I release him from my mouth with a wet pop, rising to my feet and pressing myself against him once more. "Because I want you inside me."
"Your wish is my command," Philippe murmurs, his voice dripping with desire. In one swift motion, he hoists me up onto the table again. He positions himself at my entrance, my legs in the air over his shoulders, his gaze never leaving mine.
"Are you ready?" he asks, his voice rough with lust.
