There’s no better distraction.
“Tsk, Theo, don’t bite—”
He tugged at my hair and I caught his arm, nipping his hand now.
A tremor ran through him, dark eyes hooded as he stared up at me.
“What’s up with you?” he asked now, hand slipping across my cheek. Down my neck, my chest, fingers spreading over my abdomen.
Tensed against his fingers, I never kept moving my hips, pushing deep.
Slow.
His legs shook, head falling back against the bedding.
“You’re being—I don’t know.”
Leaning forward, I rolled my hips now.
His lips parted in a moan and I nipped his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth.
If anybody could keep my mind off of things, it’s Phil.
. . .
Sweaty, exhausted—every muscle was sore, albeit relaxed now, as I lay next to him.
