It's been three weeks Janet and her Mum came to California and everything seems to be moving in the right direction for them. Janet can not think of any other thing if not Phillip. It looks like she’s falling head over heels in love with gorgeous Phillip.
She wanted one night with good memories of Phillip. Those dream eyes of his, juicy lips and attractive figure. The other night they embraced each other.
She went to the fridge and took one soda. The weather was cool and conducive. Her daughter now stays in a hostel in her new found school. Now she has all the time to put things in order. She folded her hands across her neck, and wishing Phillips could embrace her one more time, she looked up and sighed.
And stood in the sitting room, staring up the roof, she felt hands on her shoulders and instantly recognized the voice. There was a smile on her face when she turned around. “Phillip, I’m so glad to see you.”
In his quiet way, he studied her, measured her and saw both the strain and the relief they feel. In the same way, he’d had a crush on her that had faded into admiration and respect before the end of that one winter.
“Beautiful as ever” Phillips proclaimed. She laughed because he’d always been able to make her feel as though life could be honed down to the most simple of terms. She’s never questioned why that trait had made her relax with Phillip and feel so comfortable about it.
They both sat on the sofa while staring at each other. Janet walked up to the dining brought out the wine. Slowly she poured him some wine in a glass cup. Phillip gladly took the wine and gulped it down; slowly he grabbed her hand and kissed her. Janet looked like she belonged in such a place, Phillip thought as he fought against the frustrated desire that ebbed and flowed inside him.
It ’s clear racing her for the brush of bodies. This time, he wasn’t gentle. Somewhere inside him was a need to punish for what hadn’t been or perhaps what had. The mouth he crashed on hers hungered, the arms he wrapped around her demanded. If she’d forgotten, he thought, this would, at least, remind her.
With her arms trapped between them, he could feel her hands ball into the tight fist. He could feel the passion running through her, “I love this girl” he confessed. He gently pushed her down to the long sofa, and kissed all over her body, and then kissed her even more deeply. He kept Fumbling on her breast continuously, and then he pulled down her clothes to see her full-blown sexy body.
But Gush! She was sweet. So succulent, sweet and as delicate as one of the frothy waves that lapped and constantly spread along the shoreline.
Dimly, he knew he could drown in her without a murmur or complaint. Already she wanted it different. It’s obvious she felt everything bit by bit. She murmured for joy.
The hard, impatient mouth that always had thrilled and bemused –was the same. As he kissed her, there’d been the sounds of water or wind or gulls. The floods of the past feelings sprang up to merge and mingle with the moment. She knew within her that everyone can’t be the same. “Phillips might be different” she consoled herself.
She didn’t resist him. Janet had told herself she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction struggle. But the command to her brain not to respond was lost in the thin clouds of dusk. She gave in because she just had to. She had no choice than to give him a trial, in as much as she loves him already.
His tongue played over hers, and her fists uncurled until Janet’s palms rested against his chest. So hard, warm, and chest-out.
Time tumbled back, and she was young and in love and foolish. Phillips feels the passion and within him, he knew that he can’t just do without. The only woman who stole his heart the very day he set his eyes on her.
Phillip’s father, who was one of the magistrate Georges, Carl Stewards once told Phillips that he fell in love with her mother the very day they met her. But he never told her until the day of their marriage. He does not want to swallow his pride that moment by letting her know his feelings towards her.
In essence, Phillip doesn’t want to do same as his father did. He wants to open up to her, pour out all his feelings towards her- nothing to hide for.
Phillips stood up from the sofa, turn around and peck Janet on her forehead, then he walked toward the window and said. “We will go out tomorrow and have a coffee if you don’t mind.” she nodded in response.
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