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Here Phillip was again. He stood in his greenhouse ranting about his plants. She could almost drown it out if it weren’t for the fact everything he was saying was surprisingly interesting.
“I mean did you know almost half the world’s bluebells are found in England? It is almost amazing how…”
He kept going and going. Eloise just stared at him, her eyes focused on the way his mouth moved and the way he gestured to everything with his hands. She had liked that about him, how expressive he was, how he always could talk for days about what he was passionate about and did it well. It was a sight.
She admired the way his hair was pushed back, his shirt crumpled slightly with his top two buttons unfastened, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, yet still carrying the odd spot of dirt. God, he was filthy. He’d even managed to get some on his cheek, presumably from wiping a bit of sweat.
“Eloise?”
Snapping out of it, she cleared her throat and stared at him, blinking and smiling.
“Yes, dearest?”
Phillip raised an eyebrow.
“Did you hear what I said?”
She had to pause and gulp slightly.
“Bluebells, yes?”
She hoped that was right.
Phillip seemed to stop himself for a moment and then his face changed a bit, a flicker of defeat scanning his eyes.
“It is boring, really…what have you been reading lately?” He asked casually.
That made her pause and her gaze flicker between his eyes. She wasn’t stopping him from talking. No, no, that’s not what she meant to do!
“Oh, please keep going,” she practically begged. “I will listen, I am listening, I promise.”
Phillip sighed a little. “You did not seem particularly interested, dearest.” He uttered like he was ashamed to say it.
Guilt swirled over Eloise's mind, and she quickly shook her head.
“No, No, Phillip please do not stop talking, I would love to hear about the bluebells or your strawberry, what about that pea experiment?” She tried, giving him an eager smile, hoping he would continue with his ramblings.
Silence.
And then Phillip seemed to take a deep breath and pause. “You want to hear?” He asked, his eyes flicking over every twitch of her face, searching for signs of dishonesty.
“I do.” Eloise searched his eyes right back. “I would like you to continue talking.”
Silence again.
“Well…Bluebells take a long time to grow from seeds, they take up to 4-5 years and…”
Eloise only smiled as she listened to him talk. She knew what it felt like to have her interests bashed as something she shouldn’t talk about with others.
Phillip had listened to Eloise, taken in her thoughts and offered his own back. In some ways, one may say they were equal in that category.
Well, they tried their best to be equal in every category. Even in the bedroom.
A shiver ran down her spine at the memory that flashed in her mind, breathy moans and gripping at the headboard as Eloise moved up and down, up and down…Phillip’s lips against her ear as he flipped her over and practically folded her in half.
The way he looked right now was not helping the sensation brewing between her legs.
“…that is why we keep English Bluebells and not Spanish ones, they could easily…”
God the way his hand moved over the rim of the plant pot. Eloise had to take a breath. His fingers glided over every small crack before finally settling in the dirt below, deeper and deeper. Damn her mind for making her feel this way and damn Phillip for teaching her how good it would feel to have those fingers inside of her.
Snap out of it Eloise.
Her eyes made their way to look at him again and found his own staring back at her.
“Something on your mind?” He asked.
Eloise quickly cleared her throat.
“What? No…” she paused and sniffed, nodding her head towards the plant pot. “Just admiring the way you’re talking about those bluebells” she laughed a little.
Phillip tilted his head. “Are you sure?” He asked, leaning in slightly, his voice now low. “Because they seem to be more focused on my fingers…”
Her knees felt like they were about to collapse. Why did this man do so much to her? She was an independent woman for crying out loud.
Shifting slightly, she took a small inhale through her nose.
“I just noticed your fingers in the dirt, that’s all” She smiled.
His fingers moved and he pulled them out of the dirt. There was a look in his eye Eloise could only recognise from their bed chamber. A look he would give her when he was about to do something she didn’t realise she wanted until he did it.
“Phillip…” Eloise murmured, and Phillip gripped her chin gently, running his fingers over her cheek, leaving a trail of soil. He tilted her head up.
“You are not subtle…in fact, you are incredibly bad at hiding when you want something…” He spoke to her in a hushed tone.
Eloise made no effort to send a response, her eyes simply locked on his.
His breath tickled her throat as he leaned in as close to her ear as he could and whispered.
“Shall I tend to your garden, my flower?”
Eloise crumbled, her body giving out on her as she inhaled shakily and pressed the side of her cheek over his. “Yes…” She begged. “Please…”
If you told Eloise 5 years ago she would one day be begging a man to touch her in ways she could only dream of, she would have probably run off to France.
Yet here she was, melting in Phillip's arms as he leaned in, ghosting his lips over hers before pushing her back against his work desk, kissing her passionately.
She felt his hands already moving up her thigh as she moved her own around his neck, running them up to his hair to tug on through the heated kiss.
Eloise allowed him to start unclipping the back of her dress, letting it drop to the floor.
She could laugh at how quickly he seemed to rip off all of her clothing and move away from her lips, only to roughly kiss down her neck and chest to take her nipple between his teeth as he shoved everything off his desk, lifting her onto it.
Panting echoed from the both of them as he found her lips once again, leaning her down so her back was against the cold wood. He moved his fingers lower until they ran between her wet folds, causing a shiver in Eloise, a breathy moan escaping through their messy locked lips.
His tongue slid against her own, pushing its way into her mouth.
Eloise let out a gasped moan when his finger pushed into her, pulling away from his lips just to stare into his eyes as she fingered her.
“That’s it…is this what you wanted, my love?” He whispered down at her, staring at every movement of her face.
“Mmm…more…” She begged up at him and she moaned a little louder when a second finger invaded her entrance. He was curling them, making her feel a sensation of heat in her lower body. It made her shiver in delight and let out a shaky breath at him. “Oh god-…Oh, Phillip- More, god I need more!” she begged as she spread her legs wider.
Phillip smirked down at her and ate up her moans as he kissed her again before trailing his lips down her neck, over her chest and stomach before finally he kneeled in front of her on the desk and shoved his face between her legs, his tongue darting out just to get a taste of her. Eloise screamed and gripped at his hair.
“Phillip!”
Her moans echoed in the air of the greenhouse, disturbing every plant Phillip had dedicated to taking care of. But this plant was much sweeter in his opinion and tasted divine so he would make sure to give it extra care even if he had to get his hands dirty.
Eloise felt the familiar heat building as her legs shook slightly, she bucked her hips up and tugged at his hair, panting and moaning loudly, her back arching off his desk. Her mind was clouded and her eyes were half-lidded, staring in a daze at the ceiling as she let out a choked moan and shook, going quiet as she felt bliss take over her.
Once I was over, Eloise could only smile and laugh a little bit shakily, running her fingers through his hair as she took a deep breath.
Phillip could only run his tongue over her folds to collect her sweetness before he leaned up and kissed her. Eloise pushed him back slightly and a giggle left her mouth.
“Wash your mouth!” she argued playfully.
He could only scoff in a playful tone, his hands hooking under her bottom and lifting her slightly. “Oh please, you love it.” He whispered and captured her lips in another kiss.
Again, she felt herself melt into him and hum softly.
When he moved to remove his shirt, she stopped him and ran her hands over his chest.
“Don’t take it off…” she whispered to him, and he smirked.
“Scared you’ll instantly start shaking again from the view?”
“Mm no you just look good in this shirt, and I think I should ruin it for you before I can’t stop myself from interrupting you during your work just to get you to ruin me right back” She purred and smirked back.
Phillip stared down at her and moved to remove the rest of his clothes, maintaining eye contact with her as he unbuckled his belt and allowed his trousers to fall to the floor.
God, she never got tired of seeing what dangled between his legs. If she wasn’t so desperate for him to be inside her, she would have slid off the desk to her knees and taken him as far down her throat as she could physically go.
She felt his gaze on her and she looked back up at his face, smiling and biting her lip as she spread her legs invitingly.
He practically pounced on her.
Eloise gasped as he pulled her so she was against the edge of the desk, lining himself up to her entrance and watching her face as he pushed inside.
Every time felt like the first time with the way her face twisted in pleasure, her eyes fluttering closed as her mouth dropped open and a content sigh of a moan left her lips before being turned into a gasp.
Phillip loved watching how he made her feel good.
“God did you get bigger somehow?” she breathed out.
“Did you get tighter?” he whispered back and leaned in to kiss her softly as he felt her legs wrap around him.
He waited a few moments before he slowly pulled out and slammed himself back inside.
Eloise screamed again; this time muffled by his lips against hers. He took it as a sign to speed up and pulled back, both panting over each other as he slammed his hips against hers.
One of his hands trailed up to her face to grab her chin as he bucked his hips back and forth.
“Look at me.” He spoke lowly.
Eloise couldn’t take her eyes off him even if she wanted to, watching his face as beads of sweat gathered on his forehead, moaning up at him as he made love to her.
“Yes…Yes there! Oh my-“ She arched her back and tugged on his hair. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” She ordered as the desk creaked from how hard his thrusts were.
Phillip wouldn’t stop, if anything he attempted to be rougher, her moans and orders getting to his brain as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed the greenhouse.
Those poor plants.
Phillip gripped her bottom as he panted over her face, his other hand still holding her chin so she was facing him. He stared into her eyes and the only thought that consumed his mind was how he could get this painting of her to stay in there forever.
“Eloise…” he groaned out and bucked his hips forward roughly. He realised he was getting far too close to the edge.
“In or out?” He asked.
Eloise was too dazed to figure out what he meant, her whole body and table shaking at the force of his lovemaking.
“What?” she breathed out and tugged on his hair, causing him to moan softly.
“I said in or out, Eloise” He repeated, and Eloise seemed to understand him before her legs locked around his waist.
“Don’t you dare pull out”
And God if her voice didn’t turn him on more, bringing him closer to the edge. He groaned down at her and slammed his hand down next to her head, gripping helplessly at the wood as his hips shuddered.
Eloise gasped and stared into his eyes as she felt him finally reach his end inside of her, a harmony of moans leaving their mouths.
It was a strange but good sensation inside of her and she closed her eyes to savour the feeling.
She never thought there would be a day Eloise would ever do this. Much less in a greenhouse. Though she can’t say this is the weirdest place she’s had Phillip pin her down and make love to her.
They both lay there panting for a while, before Eloise started to laugh silently, putting her hand over her mouth.
“What?” Phillip asked with a smile, but Eloise waved him off, only causing her to laugh more. “What is it, Eloise?” he asked with a huff of a laugh at her giggling.
Once Eloise managed to stop herself, she could only pull him down into a kiss and hummed.
“We did this because I liked how you fingered a plant pot” she whispered and snorted.
Phillip shook his head and smiled back at her. He quickly grew fond of her laugh and was glad he could listen to it during a time like this one. He nuzzled his nose against her cheek and kissed her neck gently.
“Well, I’m never fingering a plant in front of you again”
He whispered, she could only smile and sigh. After a few moments of them lying together on his desk, she couldn’t help but ask.
“So what was that about bluebells?”