Chapter 21
I gaze at the lovely architecture of Philip’s manhood, and as he steps into the tub, the outline of his chiseled body makes me go weak.
He steps into the lukewarm water and sits against the back wall, smiling at me. He drains the tub and a few minutes later, we are sitting in a fresh pool of hot water.
Then I feel Philip’s strong hands beneath my thighs, pulling me closer to him. He leans into me with his teriyaki breath and envelops my mouth with his.
Trying to find the right footing, we adjust our bodies clumsily, our limbs crisscrossing, until we find a comfortable position. Philip gently brushes my penis with his fingers, arousing me further. I lean my head back, and my eyes close slowly; my mouth slightly open, contented. I moan at his gentle strokes.
All of the day’s troubles, gone.
When Philip eases himself into me, delicately, it feels as if it is his first time. I let out a hurried, jagged breath. My heart quickens. I am in good hands.