He managed to maneuver her to the wall and kissed her fiercely, unwilling to waste a single second now that they had both made their feelings plain and could finally give in to the desire that had been building between them for months. He ran his hands feverishly over her body, savoring the pleasure of finally being allowed to touch her, to finally feel the curves he had only dreamt of touching, to taste the soft skin of her throat as he kissed it, and to hear her sigh and feel her shiver at his touch.
As she pushed herself against him, he abandoned his last ounce of restraint and swept her up into his arms. If they were going to do this, he sure as hell was going to do it right. "Well Jack", she smiled teasingly, "how very forceful of you. You certainly know how to sweep a girl off her feet." She wrapped her arms around his neck and nibbled his earlobe as he carried her up the stairs. The stab of excitement that surged through him was so strong, he nearly dropped her to take her right there, in the middle of the stairs, and to hell with propriety or privacy. Instead, he merely growled and kept going, heading straight for her bedroom, where the silk sheets were waiting invitingly.
He put her down softly on the bed and shrugged off his coat and jacket. She sat up and drew him closer to help him undo his tie and the buttons of his waistcoat and shirt. She smiled languorously at the sight of his bare chest, and leaned forward to kiss his stomach, sending another stab of desire through him. "Oh Phryne", he sighed, and kneeled before the bed so they were eye to eye. "I have wanted you for so long." She heard the emotion in his voice, and decided against a cheeky answer. She simply put her hand against his cheek, and smiled at him with so much love that he could hardly bear it. He put his hand over hers and turned his face to kiss her palm, then the inside of her wrist, then the soft underside of her arm. The fabric of her robe impeded further progress upwards, so he decided it should go. With a quick upwards glance for permission, which he readily received, he untied the knot of her silk robe, and tenderly brushed it aside to reveal a white shoulder. He moved up to kiss it, moving slowly, savoring each moment, wanting it to last. As he started kissing her neck, his hands began to roam over her body, and he felt her quiver under his touch.
Phyne was surprised at her reaction to the Inspector's attentions. She had taken many men to her bed, but this was different. This was Jack. And he was touching her, not with superficial lust, but with such longing and tenderness, it made her body respond immediately. Her desire for him washed over her, and her impatient nature took over as she pulled him down onto the bed with her, and kissed him passionately, nimbly undoing his belt in the process. She could feel his excitement begin to build and teased him by softly stroking him through the fabric of his trousers. He responded with a growl and threw her onto her back, kissing her fiercely. He then pushed himself up onto his elbow for a moment to enjoy the sight of her on the bed, eyes half closed, stretched out with her robe falling open and revealing her creamy skin and silk underwear. For a moment he just stared, unable to believe his luck. Then she opened her eyes, smiled saucily at the expression on his face, and a moment later she had wriggled out of her underwear. He gasped at the sight of her nakedness, but she did not allow him much time to ponder.
"Now you are shamefully overdressed, Inspector", she teased, and started working on the button of his trousers. For a moment he was overcome with wonder and joy at her enthusiasm. He had only a vague idea that sex could be pleasurable for women as well as for men; his ex-wife had never seemed to enjoy the activity much, making it clear that she was merely fulfilling her marital duties. He had never taken any other lovers. And now here was Phryne, clearly as eager as he was, her breathing quick and shallow, her pupils dilated with desire. What a wonderful woman she was.
She crowed triumphantly as she managed to undo his trouser button and zipper, and assisted him in removing his last items of clothing. Finally they fell back together, skin on skin, and he nestled himself between her thighs, his eyes not leaving hers. He wanted the moment to last, but she cried out plaintively and wrapped her legs around his waist "Jack, please…". He hesitated for just one more moment before he couldn't resist anymore and sank into her. A moan of pleasure escaped his lips. He was surprised at how wet she was, how willing, the way her hips moved with him at every thrust. He plunged into her, deeply, and was rewarded with a soft cry of pleasure as she rose up to meet him. They easily found a rhythm and soon he was gone from the world, nothing existed anymore, nothing, nothing was real except for her, her body moving in sync with his, her lips parted, her fingernails digging into his back, her legs wrapped around his waist to draw him in, again and again. He cried out her name as he felt the tension build, and fire engulfed him as he reached his peak; he heard her cry out too, and finally felt the joyful release sweep through him.
He collapsed on top of her, even in his dazed state careful not to put too much weight onto her body, but she only drew him closer. They rested together, their limbs tangled, their breathing softly slowing, happy that they were finally able to hold each other, to find the intimacy they had both longed for. He moved off her to lie beside her, and she nuzzled his neck and settled her head in the hollow of his shoulder, sighing contentedly. Through a daze of happiness and satisfaction, Jack vaguely thought again what an amazing woman she was.