Philippa pressed a kiss to the wildly beating pulse point in the hollow beneath Tommy’s ear. “You said I can touch you anywhere.” Philippa trailed kisses down Tommy’s throat and around the base of Tommy’s small, pert breasts. “Tell me if I’m starting in the right place.”

This wasn’t a game, Tommy realized. It was a promise. A new beginning. Philippa was showing with her kisses that she accepted Tommy for who she was and accepted her exactly as she was. There was no need to hide behind a disguise. Tommy could be fully herself with Philippa, out of the bedroom and in.

All she need do was let Philippa know what she wanted, and Tommy could have it.

“My breasts.” Her voice was strained, excited. “Suck them.”

Her eyes fluttered shut. Philippa’s rumpled hair tickled as she dragged her parted lips up Tommy’s chest to her straining nipple.

With her eyes closed tight, Tommy could hear the blood rushing in her ears as her voice rasped instructions to pinch and lick and tug and suckle.

Giving commands should have made her feel like the one with the power, but instead it made Tommy feel vulnerable and exposed. She could give orders, but whether and how to respond was up to Philippa. It added a layer of uncertainty and anticipation, followed by a rush of excitement and pleasure when her pleas were heeded.

Philippa followed instructions with enthusiasm and delight, as if Tommy’s naked body was a treasure trove full of riches and surprises, each more wonderful than the last. She did not hesitate to touch and lick and stroke anywhere and everywhere Tommy asked.

Philippa’s soft ringlets brushed Tommy’s tensed thighs as Philippa eagerly used her mouth and hands between Tommy’s legs in exactly the manner her hoarse voice begged for. She dug her fingers into the bedclothes as Philippa’s fingers and tongue brought her ever closer to climax.

“I want…I’m about to…” Tommy gasped.

Philippa’s mouth sent Tommy into an explosion of pleasure, riding out the shockwaves. Only when the spasms calmed did Philippa finally cease her sweet torture. Tommy hauled Philippa up and into her embrace.

They collapsed into each other’s arms and held on, legs entwined, the softness of their breasts flush against their racing hearts.

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Philippa snuggled into Tommy amid the rumpled sheets. She never wished to leave this bed. Here in Tommy’s arms, Philippa felt content and safe, satisfied that her life was finally going exactly as it ought to.

Tommy laid her cheek against Philippa’s forehead. “What if we closed the canopy and stayed in bed for the next fortnight?”

Philippa cuddled closer. “Your wish is my command.”

“All I wish to do,” Tommy murmured, “is love you forevermore.”

Philippa lifted her head and widened her eyes. “What a happy coincidence! All I wish to do is to love you forevermore.”