'Peppered Kisses'

"How was your day baby?" Philip asked me.

We were lying on in the room he occupied whenever he visits his parents. He says he'd take me to his own house and I looked forward to see the type of house he lives in. It'd be large, no doubt.

"I'm just having a little headache." I laid my head against his chest.

"Have you taken Aspirin or something?"

"No."

"I have some tablets somewhere."

I perceived he'd like to get off the bed so I pushed myself away from him. And as I correctly predicted, he placed a kiss on the my forehead and got off his king-sized bed.

As my boyfriend began fumbling through some drawers, I looked around his room.

His room was so wide, exceeding mine in width. Underneath every other object in the room was a black rug contrasting vibrantly against the white drawers, white walls, white wardrobe and white doors.

After taking a picture on my phone, I admired the design of his room and reminded myself to ask him later about the designs.

"Here you go." Philip appeared beside me with a glass cup half- filled with water in his right hand and some pills in his left.

I sat up right and downed the water and drugs in one gulp, taking the stress of holding back my breath so that I would not get the taste of Aspirin imprinted in my memory.

"I take the pill first."

I glanced up in confusion and saw Philip watching me with tenderness.

"What?"

He took the glass cup from me set it on the small drawer beside his bed.

"I take the pills first before water." Philip replied and laid back on the bed with his fingers locked behind his head.

I gagged. "I would never do that. I hate the taste of pills."

Philip smiled, pulling at the ropes of my heart. He started saying something but I was so focused on watching his eyes and his lips that his words became drowned in the air."

"...Florence." He called and I shook my head.

"I was paying attention." I spoke trying to hide my distracted state.

My boyfriend watched me in disbelief. "If you were, tell me the last words I uttered."

I racked my brain trying to figure out what he was saying earlier.

"You said dogs are cute?" I grinned at him, propping my body up with my elbow.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes at me. "No, that's not what I said. You weren't paying attention, instead you were staring at me. Can you tell me why."

Was I that obvious?

"Um..." I bit my lips and stared down at the creases my elbow made on the bed sheet.

"Tell me." Philip whispered, leaning dangerously close to me. His closeness caused my breathing to become erratic.

"I was busy staring at you, yes." I finally admitted, expecting him to leave me alone but he didn't, instead he moved more closer to me.

"Is that all?" His voice fell into a whisper as his lips neared mine.

"The..." I couldn't complete my statement because his lips descended on mine. He held the side of my head for balance as his lips sucked on mine.

My elbow gave way and I landed on my back. Philip didn't waste time in climbing over me. He held my hands above my head and continued peppering my neck, my lips and everywhere with his intoxicating kisses.

Then, like I wanted, he left my hands and slipped  his left hand under my blouse whilst propping himself up with his other hand and his knees.

My boyfriend's hand crept above my stomach and stayed there. I arched my back in response and moaned as he continued kissing me.

Philip's fingers traced their way higher up my chest until they found their way to their targets. When they started playing with the two bouncy balls on my chest, I rolled back my eyes and took a deep breath in as pleasure wracked my body.

He hadn't entered me but the feeling I had while he explored my body made me climb to cloud nine.

Overcome with the sudden feeling of dominating, I flipped him over and straddled him. My boyfriend's mouth hung open as I started undoing the buttons on his shirt.

When I succeeded in pulling away his shirt, my eyes widened as they took in his finely shaped abs, the muscles on his arm and the small trail of hair from his navel to inside his trouser.

I ran a finger from his chest to the area just above the waistband of his trouser and accompanied it with kisses.

Not knowing if I was doing the right thing, I peered at Philip. His eyes were fully closed and his fingers were entangled in his hair.

"Don't stop, Florence." He whispered.

Well, I had to stop because of a slight tug in my heart.

"What's wrong?" Philip asked, staring curiously into my eyes. I was still perched on his thighs and could tell that he wasn't happy that I had interrupted our moment.

"I'm not ready to have sex with you yet."

He blinked at me. "Why?"

Could I tell him I was still a virgin? It would sound totally ridiculous. A twenty-one year old virgin. How freaky that would be.

I sighed and straightened my legs so I could lie on him.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this yet." I apologized.

Philip stroked my hair. "I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to, whenever you're ready, I'll be ready for you too." I could feel the vibrations in his chest as he spoke.

I lifted a brow. "Ready for me?" I asked. Well, I regretted asking when he parted his lips.

"I'm going to take you everywhere you could possibly think of. On the sofa, on our bed, on the floor, pressed against the wall..."

I chuckled and snuggled into him. "You're so naughty." I slapped his chest and raised my head so I could look at him. Philip waggled his brows at me in an amusing manner. We burst into laughter and only stopped because we had to breathe.

I had to breathe.

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"Fill me in about your day at work." I requested. After our little session, me and my boyfriend decided to go sit by the large pool outside his parents house. Currently, my legs are suspended in the water, while Philip sat next to me with the legs of his trouser folded up to his knees to disallow water from touching them.

"Well, taking care of over a hundred thousand people isn't easy. Work days are always stressful, meetings, seminars and the outings are so exhausting." Philip complained, entwining our fingers together.

"I totally understand how you feel." I merely replied and egged him to continue speaking.

"I'm planning something big for the town, a carnival to be specific. I believe you can remember..."

"You hinted it at one of your meetings last year, I clearly remember."

I remembered the smile on Philip's face when I had spoken in his defense against Mr. Stephan. And I also recalled how Stephan scorned the idea of doing something for the less privileged. I had an instant dislike for Stephan because he spoke so cruelly at the meeting.

"If you're thinking about Stephan, you shouldn't stress your brain. He's dead."

The way my boyfriend uttered the words made me look at him in shock.

"Dead, how?"

"He was murdered. That was a few months after you resigned." My boyfriend informed me.

I sighed. "That's such a waste."

Philip shifted beside me. "Let's talk about you then."

I moved my legs in the clear water and watched it form splashes. "That's fine. After that, we'll talk about you."

Philip nodded and smiled at me. He left my fingers for a few seconds and pulled out something from my hair. I had to strain my eyes to look at what he pulled out. It was just a tiny insect that had flown in.

Philip tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ear. "What was your childhood like?"

I smiled at I told him everything I could remember from my early days. He laughed at some stages of the conversation and threw his head back in the most attractive way.

If it were a couple of months, I would have never believed that Philip could laugh. Seeing him laugh like a school boy thrilled me.

I felt a little bad that he had given me so much but I was unable to do anything for him in return.

"You had a really exciting childhood." Philip spoke as I leaned against him.

"You call my sister playing pranks on me exciting?" I demanded, looking up into his face.

He smiled down at me, but I could see through his smile. It was a sad smile, a wistful one.

"I wish I had a childhood like that." Philip began. His voice fell a few notches lower.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"I grew up in an orphanage."

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Well, well, well. Isn't that a startling Revelation?

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