Those were the last words for several minutes. Instead, Tommy concentrated her eloquence on what her tongue was doing to Philippa. She trailed her kisses lower, down Philippa’s stomach, past her hip, between her thighs.

Tommy loved the heat of Philippa’s skin, her scent, her taste. The way her muscles tightened and the little sounds she made at the back of her throat when she was close to her peak.

It all went directly onto the Philippa map in Tommy’s mind. Each curve and crevice, each slick surface and the swollen nub at its apex. Every moan. She could reach up with her hands and, without looking, know exactly where and how to stroke Philippa’s breasts to bring her to the edge.

She did so now, enjoying the knowledge that not only was she the first to do this, she would be Philippa’s only lover. Tommy’s tongue was—

Philippa’s fingers clutched Tommy’s hair as her climax took her. Tommy didn’t stop licking until she was finished and spent. Only then did she haul herself up to Philippa’s side.

“I want…I want to do it to you,” Philippa panted.

Tommy kissed her. “You can do anything to me that you like.”

Philippa shook her head, her gaze heated. “No. I want to do everything that you want.”

Tommy’s body quickened in awareness. “You want to do…what I want?”

“I want to do everything you want.” Philippa sat up and started to push Tommy onto the cushions, then stopped herself. “Give me orders.”

Tommy’s pulse raced. “Orders?”

“Commands. Explicit instructions. I am a quick study. There is nothing I am more interested in than bringing you pleasure. Tell me what you like, so that I can do it to you. Do you want to lie down? Is there a position you’d prefer this time?”

There were suddenly about four hundred positions Tommy would prefer. Her head grew dizzy at the reminder that this was no temporary liaison. This was not their one and only chance to slake their lust, but rather one more of many. They belonged to each other now. They’d made love before and would keep making love, whenever and however they pleased.

It was the most seductive idea she had ever contemplated.

“Push me onto the cushions,” Tommy commanded. “Hold me down so that I cannot touch you. Torment me with kisses that rarely go exactly where I want nor for quite as long as I would like.”

A smile curved Philippa’s lips. She pushed Tommy’s shoulders back onto the bed and pinned her wrists against the pillow on either side of her head. Tommy’s blood rushed with excitement.