Phil picked me up by the hip and placed me onto the bed. Kissing me, starting from my ankles, he made his way up my legs. Giggling, I nudged his face out of the way with my knee and brought myself down to his mouth. His lips were soft, a little salty, and they were... well... mesmerizing. I felt as if I were in a dream, as I kissed deeper and deeper, causing my body to feel as if on fire. As he was standing, and I was sitting on the edge of the double bed, he ran his hands down my side and quickly ripped off my shirt, unhooking my bra and there he stood. He prowled, pacing, like I was his prey. His eyes were sparkling with mischief, his mouth was pouted. "I love you, you know that?" He said softly, as he came closer. "Hmmm.." I said, pretending to have only just realised such a thing "never really crossed my mind." He looked at me, his expression strange. He seemed full of pride, though also full of excitement, even a little fear. "Whats wrong?" I asked him, looking into those deep blue eyes. "Nothing." He said, shaking his head as if to clear his mind. "Just..." "Just what?" He had stopped, I was eager to know what he was going to say. "Just... never leave me?" He whispered. He dropped to his knees in front of me, taking off his top, he pushed his lips onto mine and our bodies collided. His chest was warm, mine too, my legs wrapped around his, our bodies fitted perfectly together. My heart flipped as his tongue slowly touched mine, it sent electric waves through me. I was no longer in control, my whole body was under his command. Breaking away, leaving us both panting, he slowly slipped off my shorts and my underwear, and stood back up to take off his jeans and boxers. He lay next to me, his head beside mine, and nuzzled my neck. I giggled, his hands were cold on my back as they travelled up and down, and his breath was warm. After a while he pinned me down, his legs on either side of thighs, and looked down on me. His eyes were full of what could only be described as pure, unadulterated adoration. I squirmed, uncomfortable as he just would not stop gazing at my eyes, my neck, my mouth, my breasts, my legs, my hair, my stomach. "Open your legs." He urged, stroking my hair. "Make me." I grinned, and he just smirked. Quickly, he grasped my nipple between his finger and thumb, twisting slightly, he squeezed them and pulled a little. Gasping, I could not stop myself. My legs parted and he slipped his hand between to stop me from closing them again. "Oi!" I protested, but he could see I was joking. "I love you, you know that?" He whispered again. "I love you too." I replied, pressing my lips back onto his, and I melted in his arms.