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You heard a soft knock and opened the door. He was here. He was safe. He was okay. Phillip’s hair was a little messed up and his black uniform was askew a little like he had been in a rush to get there. Knowing him, he probably jogged to the front door.
He took a few breaths and roamed his eyes up and down your pajama-clad figure, his eyebrow popping up teasingly. You hadn’t bothered dressing nicely as you thought he was coming home tomorrow.
He breathed out, “Hey, thought I would come home early and-”
You quickly took two steps foreward and grasped his shirt, pulling him inside the apartment and sliding one of your hands to his jaw, connecting your lips to his. You felt the small amount of scruff on his upper lip and jaw scratching your face.
Your head swam as you inhaled his scent. He smelled just as he tasted, like whiskey, vanilla, and cinnamon gum. Warm and comforting. Kissing him was euphoric.
You both separated and smiled at one another. You breathed out softly stuttering, “I-I missed you, so, so much.” Your hands lowered to his shoulders and to his arms, feeling the defined muscles that you loved to clutch during your most scandalous of hobbies. You head clouding with memories of him driving into you all while holding you up against a wall.
You shook your head to clear your thoughts and brought your eyes back to his.
Phillip came toward you again, putting his hands around your waist, then sliding them lower. He desperately muttered against your temple, “Missed you too. Missed being inside of you.” Punctuating his plea with a passionate kiss. Your lips moved in a dance you both knew so well. After all, he knew your body just as well as his own.
This kiss was different. It was needy, debauched, passionate, with a touch of danger. Your teeth cashed into his. Your tongues danced together licking into each other's mouths, tasting and exploring.
He nipped your bottom lip and moved away from the kiss. You whimpered. He pulled back and had the audacity to smirk at you when you pouted.
“Phillip, I need you. So badly.” You almost didn’t recognize the needy voice that emerged from your lips, but you were not above begging for him. The man was a force of nature between the sheets. His only mission was to satisfy.
He took your hand, his cocky smile fading from his delectable lips, and led you to your shared bedroom.
He stopped just in front of the bed and clasped both your hands in his. He brought your lips together in another kiss. This one was a little more desperate and not as domineering as before. You needed him to fill you. You needed to be close to him.
You groaned, “Phillip, please. No teasing tonight.”
He smirked at your desperation, feeling a sense of accomplishment that it was him that made you this wanton. It was him you desired and it was him who would satisfy you, “Let me get this off you.”
He lifted your shirt over your head, making sure to graze his fingers along your sides, creating goosebumps in his wake. He flung the offending object across the room almost knocking over one of your trinkets. Though, you didn’t really care right now.
His hands moved further southward. Kissing down in between your breasts and down your stomach. His hands unzipping your pants, he began moving them down your legs tantalizingly slowly, while skimming the sides of your legs with his fingertips. He helped slide each leg out, while popping a wet kiss upon each knee.
He stopped just infront of you, his head level with your stomach, and leaned into you. You wound your hands through his hair enjoying the closeness of the moment. He ran his hands up and down the back of your thighs. He loved just feeling your soft, supple skin.
Eventually his hands came up to hook his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down finally.
Phillip came back up and kissed over your cheeks, your nose, and your forehead. He took your hands from your sides and held them in his, “Come ‘ere.”
He pulled you foreward, while looking at you with the most dopey, loving smile you’ve ever seen. You felt like you were going to combust with all of the love you had for him. You needed to show him, to let him know that you loved him.
You put your hand on his chest and began to undo the buttons on his Shadow Company uniform, as you kissed his cheek, and his jaw, and his neck. He let out a sigh in your ear, like he was finally relaxing and letting his guard down, and allowing himself to be in the moment with you.
You pushed the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. You just stared at him for a second and appreciated how gorgeous he truly was. Some strands of his hair had fallen onto his forehead giving him a ruffled appearance. His lips red, swollen, and ever so slightly parted, his breathing a little more labored.
Dragging your hand across his frame, you saw the tiny freckles on his shoulders and arms. You saw the small scars that littered his chest and arms. Brushing your thumb across the scar on his cheekbone, you frowned.
You hated his job. You wished he would get a safe job, not one where he was doing the bidding of a global superpower. But you knew Phillip would never give it up.
You looked back to his eyes, determination filling your voice, “Wanna make you feel good Phillip.”
He gulped and nodded his head. Your hands instantly reached for his belt. Quickly undoing it, you started unzipping the pants. You were almost sad to see them leave his thighs. They always made his ass look so good.
You could tell Phillip was getting antsy, clenching and unclenching his hands at his sides. So, you hurried and pushed his pants and underwear down his legs onto the floor. Rising up, you took his hands and placed them on your waist. You wound your hands around the back of his head and into the small tufts of hair at the base of his skull. You kissed him and pushed him back onto your shared bed.
You both looked at each other and giggled, getting comfy in the pillows. You straddled his lap and held his face for just a moment. Resting your foreheads together, breathing in each other’s air, being in the moment together.
You grasped his shaft in your hand. He sucked in a shaky breath at your touch and leaned his head back onto the pillows. Then, letting out a small moan.
You felt his length, the curve, the velvety softness, and the vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. You took your time to examine and appreciate every inch of his glorious cock.
Gathering the glistening bead of wetness of the tip, you took your thumb into your mouth, sucking on the digit. You let out a small moan at the taste of him.
Leaning up you pressed a kiss to his neck and readjusted yourself to sit between his legs. Then grasped him again. This time continuing to pump up and down in a slow and tortuous rhythm. Philip turned his head toward you and gazed into your eyes, “I thought we weren’t- ahh- teasing tonight? Shit…”
Grinning coyly and giving a quick peck to his lips, you responded, “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”
You moved your body lower, mouth watering in anticipation of what you were about to do. Tonight demanded a gentleness that was rare between you two. Both of you usually preferred to be rough, but tonight was an exception. Tonight was after weeks of being apart. Weeks of longing to be touched, fondled, caressed, and marked by him.
You finally reached your destination down below. Phillip was throbbing. His cock was red, angry, and leaking, ready to be satisfied. And so you obliged.
You lowered your mouth, kissing the tip and working your way down and around his shaft. Rolling and massaging his balls, all without succumbing to the desire to take him in your mouth. Small moans coming out of his precious mouth, his hands were fisting the sheets just beside your head. Philip squirmed, groaning in the throes of pleasure, “Ahh! Fuck.”
You smirked, enjoying the delicious torture you were inflicting. You decided to end his misery and finally engulfed him with your mouth. Phillip tensed and muttered, “Shit…”
You moved your tongue up and down the shaft, paying attention to every inch. Using your mouth and hands to coax moan after moan out of his filthy mouth.
With every flick of your wrist you urged him closer to the peak of bliss. His hands managed to find their way from the sheets to your hair. He wound his hands through your tresses. He loved your hair. He always wondered how it always smelled so good.
Pulling your mouth off of him, Phillip whispered, “Baby, come up here.”
You obeyed and moved yourself back up his body, and enveloped his mouth into another messy kiss. His hands moved from your hair to your back, and came to rest on the curve of your ass.
You pulled apart and smiled at each other, enjoying the absolutely defiled expression you both were sporting. Both your and Phillip’s pupils blown wide with lust and adoration for one another.
Suddenly the world turned upside down for you, as Philip had flipped you underneath his body. You felt his hands land beside your head on the pillow. You shivered, feeling his cock poking into your lower belly. Giving you a crooked smile he rumbled “Sorry, babe. Couldn’t wait any longer.”
He kissed your nose, your lips, finally getting to your neck. Phillip's lips latched onto your neck, sucking relentlessly, finally marking you for the first time in weeks. You gasped and let out a whimper at the realization, “mmm… Phillip…”
His hands moved lower to your chest, massaging there. He lapped at your right nipple. His tongue circling and taking your taught bud into his mouth. He then moved to your left side repeating his ministrations. All the while, making sure to give equal attention to the opposite little button.
Phillip was always good with his hands. Whether it was hacking into Russian military servers, loading magazines, cleaning his guns, or bringing you to the edge of ecstasy. He always accomplished his mission. He was a determined son-of-a-bitch, but he was your son-of-a-bitch.
He moved even lower, kissing his way down your stomach and coming to rest between your thighs. You propped yourself up on your forearms, not wanting to let him out of your sight.
Looping his arms under your knees, he brought your legs to his shoulders. Placing a kiss on the inside of each thigh, he held your eyes captive with his own.
You felt like you were going to combust. He was so close, yet so far from where you wanted him, “God, please hurry!”
He chuckled and licked a stripe up your slit, "Not my name, sweetheart."
You shivered and moaned at the sensation, your head falling back onto the pillows, "Phil!"
He draped one arm over your middle, while his other hand came to circle your clit. The pad of his thumb kept a steady pace, going round and round and round. Never ceasing, regardless of how much you squirmed and writhed in his arms. He was precise, exact. It was heavenly torture.
His fingers joined in next, penetrating your silky heat. He pumped them in and out, in and out, in and out. You were quickly approaching the cliff of your first orgasm. Your hands sought out his soft hair, desperate to hold onto something, anything.
“Phillip, ’m so close. Don’t stop, please.”
A cocky smirk once agin graced his handsome face. He grunted and began to grind himself into the mattress, “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweet thing.”
You came with a scream upon your lips, your eyes squeezed shut. Your legs shaking in pleasure. His fingers still fucking you through your high. You swear you blacked out for a second. He was so talented, it was unfair.
He came back up and met your eyes with his, “You good?”
“Oh, ‘m fantastic.” You were always putty in his hands. From the moment you met him, he had you.
He adjusted himself between your legs and began to line himself up with your heat. Dragging his tip up and down. You groaned as he invaded your fortress with his broadsword. Stretching your slick walls with his girth. It was always a stretch. Commander Graves was very blessed with his equipment.
When he was finally sheathed inside of you completely, he silenced your whimpers with his lips. Biting your bottom lip, his tongue entered your mouth, the taste of your release still detectable. You tapped his shoulder and pulled back from the kiss, “You can move now. 'm okay.”
He immediately acted, pulling his hips back until you were almost entirely empty, then he slammed back inside. He picked up a slow rhythm, making sure to thrust deep into your cavern. You felt him everywhere. You were being consumed by him, mind, body, and soul.
He held your jaw firmly in his hand, forcing you to make eye contact with him, while he increased the pace. You both knew neither of you would last very long.
You both were whining and panting, chasing your highs. You felt that burning coil building up in your core once again. Phillip took his hand pressing his thumb back upon your throbbing bud rubbing circles in time with his thrusts.
It was overwhelming. He was invading all of your senses, destroying anything other than the thought of him. Destroying any other sensation than the one he was creating between your legs.
Slowly and then all at once, that coil burst. You felt a tidal wave of pleasure come over you. Legs shaking, you locked your ankles behind Phillip’s waist, trapping him inside. He groaned in your ear and you felt the warm sensation of his spend painting your walls.
Breathing heavily, you raked your fingers through his sweaty hair. Phillip rested his head in the crook of your neck. You both just laid there in the post-sex glow with him still inside you. This peaceful moment was everything. Basking in each other's presence, enjoying the closeness and vulnerability of the moment. Enjoying him being there with you, finally.
Phillip lifted his head to look at your face. He lifted his hand to your cheek, then kissed your forehead sweetly. "I love you."
"I love you too, Phillip."