Page 66 of Phantom
I close my eyes as his breath skates across the sensitive skin of my thighs. Goose bumps spring up all over and my heart stutters at the tingling sensation. I squirm underneath him until he captures my legs with his hands. My breath quickens as he peels them wider and settles his broad shoulders fully between them. Warmth surges from my core when he hooks his arms around my thighs and uses his thumbs to spread me apart. Even though Ineedhim there, my hand reflexively tries to cover my pussy.
He nips at my fingers with his teeth, forcing me to snatch my hand back with a yelp. “Sol!”
His dark chuckle fans warm air against my most sensitive place.
“You don’t get to hide from me, my pretty little muse. Next time my warning won’t be so gentle.”
I swallow and pinch my eyes closed, refusing to look at him as I confess. “I… I’ve never… I’ve never been with—”
“I know,” he replies back and my eyes snap to his.
“Youknow?How the hell do youknowI’ve never done anything but kiss a guy—ow!”
The bite on my inner thigh makes me sit up on my elbows to scold him, but he laves it, making it feel better.
“Don’t talk about other men. Ever,” he growls.
“Okay, but that doesn’t answer my question.” My eyes narrow at him.
He seems to hesitate before shrugging a broad shoulder farther underneath my leg and resting his hands around my upper thighs, as if to keep me from escaping.
“You told me the other night. When I made you—”
“When I wasdruggedand thought you were adream?” The memory shoots into my head and I frown, considering if I should even be doing this with him at this moment at all.
“No… when you were so desperate to come, I freed you from your sexual frustration. That’s what good dream lovers do.”
That makes me laugh outright. “I’ll admit, I’ve never had dreams quite as good as that one.”
“No more dreams, little muse. Only memories. I’m going to make sure you never forget the first time I taste you.”
I open my mouth to keep up the conversation, my nerves getting the best of me, but one swipe from my phantom’s tongue and I’m a goner.
He starts in the center and laps up the arousal I know is pooled at my entrance, stroking all the way up to my clit. His warm tongue circles the nub and I moan. My fingernails claw for something, anything, for purchase and I find velvet in my grasp. Hopefully it’s the quilt and not the curtains, but one more graze of his tongue makes me forget about caring at all.
Sol removes one hand as the other props up my ass cheek, bringing me as close as possible to taste me. His tongue spears inside me, sending shooting tingles of pleasure over my skin. My legs squeeze his head as my muscles tense with pleasure, but he keeps my left leg spread well away from his mask. He zeroes his tongue onto my clit, pulsing against it, and I gasp when something prods my opening. I peek down at him to see that one long finger is teasing my core, asking for entry.
“Yes, Sol. Please, I need your finger inside me.”
I might’ve tricked myself into thinking I was drugged at the time, but I remember Sol guiding my fingers to find that perfect spot inside me. If he set me on fire without even touching me, I may combust when he does it on his own.
My hands tighten around the fabric I’m clutching, and the curtain rings clack together. The canopy rails creak above us, but Sol doesn’t seem to be concerned.
His long nimble finger strokes my inner muscles and his tongue swirls around my clit until the pressure inside me builds to a fever pitch.
“Yes, Sol, please. Right there…” I whisper over and over, loving the way each encouragement seems to spur him on faster.
The need to come rises and rises, pushing me to the brink of bliss until he sucks my clit between his lips and focuses his midnight gaze on me. I jerk the velvet closer until it’s taut and a sharpsnapresounds against the walls. His name stutters from my lips as I finally hit that peak and tumble down, down, down back to earth.
All of a sudden, wood above me cracks and something collapses, threatening to crush me. I shriek through my orgasm, bliss and terror warring in the adrenaline flooding my veins, but Sol leaps on top of me, protecting me. One of the bed’s canopy railings lands with athumpand he grunts above me. In all the commotion, my body still tremors with euphoria and his finger stays focused on the spot inside me, letting me ride the secondary notes of my orgasm even as he shelters me.
When I finally come all the way down on a sigh, I realize Sol has completely shielded me. My hands clutch the lapels of his white dress shirt and we’re surrounded by what must be pounds of heavy velvet. As he gently withdraws his finger from my center, a breath stutters from me at the way each knuckle brushes my sensitive muscles. He catches my gasp between his lips in a scorching kiss. My hand strokes the uncovered left side of his face, but when I reach the right, his hand snatches mine.
“Don’t.” His voice is a threat but there’s an air of pleading to it that makes my heart ache.
“I won’t,” I promise quickly, changing the trajectory of my left hand to thread into his hair instead. In the dark, I’d almost forgotten he’d even had his mask on due to its soft material. He moans back into my mouth as I tug his dark, soft strands and the mask presses into my face as our passionate kiss melts into tenderness.
When the velvet cloud enveloping us begins to become stiflingly hot, he breaks the kiss and sits up. The fabric tents over his powerful frame, allowing air to caress my cheeks. He tosses it off his back, and it’s only then, in the dim light of the room, that I realize what I did.
