Part One - Pearl Diving
Sunlight was just beginning to filter through the curtains of Wardlow's master bedroom. It was an early Saturday morning, and usually spent relaxedly in bed, preferably still asleep. Today, however, the occupant of the room was unusually and happily wide awake.
Phryne moaned. Loudly.
Jack had stayed the night more than a few times now, but the intensity of his touch still took her by storm. And waking up to his kisses, his exploring hands, well there was nothing quite as lovely, she thought.
She was naked -having fallen asleep that way- and laid out across her bed with the duvet and coverlet long since discarded to the floor, and Jack kneeling over her. He -as he had insisted on being each night he stayed- was dressed in fine silk pyjamas. His lips were currently at her neck, sucking a path along her skin, and Phryne arched beneath him. Her fingers clawed at the buttons of his shirt, fumbling with them until giving up and pulling the fabric up so she could touch the muscles of his chest beneath.
Jack chuckled, leaning back so he could remove the shirt himself before bending over her once more, and capturing her lips in a kiss. Phryne clutched at him and gasped into his mouth as one of his hands trailed down her side, his fingers brushing against her breast and waist before following her hip bone and delving down between her legs.
He smirked against her lips, finding her wet beneath his touch. Her head fell back, their kiss breaking as another moan escaped her. Jack lowered his mouth, kissing down her neck once more. He reached her collarbone and licked at her skin, his fingers crooking inside her and starting a slow pumping rhythm.
"Ohh," Phryne sighed, "Yes darling, yes."
Jack moved lower, kissing down her sternum before shifting to the left and taking her breast between his lips. He sucked gently on her nipple, tracing it in circles with his tongue as her fingers grasped his hair.
"Do you like that?" He asked smugly, blowing cooly over her nipple and watching as it pebbled.
Phryne hummed her agreement, pulling him back to her chest as he chuckled.
He showered each breast in his attention for a few minutes, then continued down. Phryne felt her body quiver as Jack's lips brushed over her stomach, and her breath caught completely when he removed his fingers from between her legs, looked up to meet her eye, and sucked the digits into his mouth.
Her thighs fell apart without a second thought, welcoming him as Jack carefully lowered himself to kneel on the floor.
He grasped her on the underside of each knee and pulled her further down the bed until her backside sat against the very edge of the mattress. With a smile he swung each of her legs over his shoulders, tilted his head and kissed his way along her thighs.
As his lips found her centre Phryne whimpered. She reached down and buried her fingers once more thorough his thick hair, grasping tight as he began to lick and kiss her in the most generous of ways.
With one hand he caressed his way back up her body, pinching her nipple briefly then continuing up until he found her lips. Phryne opened them under his touch, sucking at the pads of his fingers as she moaned. She could taste herself on them.
Jack loved this. He loved the taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her beneath his tongue. He liked the way she shuddered so perfectly, and moaned so melodically. She stroked her tongue over his fingers, and in return he licked up to her clit, suckling it gently before dipping lower once more.
Phryne moaned, her thighs clenching around Jack's ears as he brought her closer and closer to her peak.
As Jack continued to lick and tease her, Phryne saw stars forming behind her eyes. Her head fell back and Jack's fingers slid back down her body so he could hold her tight around each thigh. He knew she was close, and he wanted to send her flying.
Her hips began to stutter, her fingers clenched into fists in Jack's hair. Her breath came in pants and she gasped his name like a curse. The door opened, but Phryne barely registered the noise, she was so so close, just out of reach….
In the doorway Dot gave a small scream, her hands clasping over her mouth as she jumped back.
Phryne's eyes flew open, and she saw her, the poor girl frozen in the doorway with eyes as wide as dinnerplates. But she couldn't stop it now. She was too far gone.
Jack, pleasantly unaware of their audience and rather preoccupied, suckled on Phryne's clit and with a jerk and a yell Phryne shattered.
"AHh, Jack!"
Dorothy watched as her mistress shook with invisible force; her neck arched back as far as it could go, her hips stuttering as cries fell from her open lips. It was terrifying, she thought, such jerking movements and colourful language, each breath heaving painfully through her lungs. Just as suddenly as it came it went, and Phryne fell limp onto the bed.
The Inspector stayed for a moment, tiny movements in his jaw causing great jolts through Miss Phryne's entire body, and suddenly Dot found her feet again. She quickly turned, shutting the door behind her as silently as she could, then with a stomach full of confusing and conflicting emotions she headed toward the kitchen, crossing herself the entire way, and praying with all her heart she would forget the image of the Inspector with his face pressed into Miss Phryne's… sin.