Philippe leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose as he reached for one of the pillows above your head. He carefully picked one that would not disturb the pillow you were resting your head on, and kissed you on the lips before leaning back on his knees. Gently, he tapped your hip, and smiled.
“Ass up, pretty girl.”
You obeyed, digging your feet into the mattress to lift your hips. As he slid the pillow under you, he leaned down to kiss your abdomen. “That’s it.” Philippe mumbled, leaving long, wet kisses in his wake.
You squirmed impatiently. The build up to this moment left you desperate, and his dripping cock brushing agaisnt your thigh made you feel like you were going insane.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Philippe left a final kiss against your abdomen before pulling himself upright. He looked down at you with a fond smile, stars glistening in his eyes. “Are you ready for me?”
“Please.”
He reached down and adjusted himself, wet tip brushing against your folds. You let out a needy cry, rolling your hips against his.
“I’ve got you, baby. Just relax.” Philippe hummed, sliding his cock over your needy clit, drawing a few more whines out of you before pushing inside. You felt every inch of him as he sunk in slowly. Thanks to the pillow, he hit all the right spots, pressing deeper than normal.
Philippe’s large palms drifted across your torso, thumbs pressing against the plush on your stomach. “You always take me so well, princess.” He drew small circles with his thumbs as he pushed all the way inside. His dick twitched inside you. “Oh, s-so good.”
“Phil..” You were so full, and rolled your hips in attempts to relive some of tension building in your core.
He grinned, leaning down to kiss you again. “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. Let me handle it.” Before you could say anything, he pulled his hips back, and thrust back inside you.
You clung to him, wrapping your legs around his back. Philippe peppered kisses all over your face, and down to your chest, nuzzling his face between your breasts as he fucked you. “Fuck. You feel so good, I just want to be inside ‘ya all the time.”
When you moaned in response, you felt his grey eyes look up at you, glinting mischievously. “Oh? Would you like that? For me to be inside you all the time? Be my gorgeous, f-fuck, my gorgeous cockwarmer?”
“Yes-!” You threw your head back, and he responded with a particularly hard thrust, and a kiss to your sternum.
