Author's note: as you may have noticed, I decided to take the morals of the 1920's into account in this story. While Phryne is a very experienced woman, as we all know, most respectable men (and women) at the time had no knowledge whatsoever about sex, other than the basic facts of reproduction. There was no one to tell them about it, and books on the matter were strictly forbidden. Since Jack is a respectable man, who has been married to a respectable woman, I can't imagine that he would know much about sex in general and female sexuality in particular. In fact, his poor wife probably never knew much about female sexuality, either. But I also believe that Jack would be keen to experiment, and that he could certainly evolve throughout the story. I will add new chapters shortly.
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When Jack awoke early the next morning, he was immediately aware of her absence. Suddenly wide awake, he looked around the bedroom, which was still half-dark as the heavy curtains had not been drawn yet. He was starting to worry that she had left him there to go about her business as usual, until the sound of splashing water from the adjoining bathroom reassured him. She was just taking a bath. He slumped back into the pillows with a contented sigh, and closed his eyes as last night's events came flooding back to him. How he had finally taken her into his arms, and carried her up the stairs… Undressing her…The way their bodies had tangled on the bed… And then, most vivid of all, the memory of Phryne doing that unspeakable thing to him, and how unspeakably good it had felt. He remembered her straddling him afterwards, the first time a woman had been on top of him, but he didn't mind in the slightest. The view had been excellent.
He saw again her flushed face, her small breasts, her hand between her legs… He wondered idly why she had done that. Then an idea suddenly dawned on him, an idea that was completely novel and completely irresistible. His eyes snapped open and he pushed himself out of bed, overcome with the desire to try it out immediately. He quickly put on his trousers, and headed for the sound of splashing water. He didn't knock on the bathroom door, but pushed it open quietly and stepped inside. A great wave of love flowed through him as he saw her sitting in the bath, so white and so vulnerable, exposing the soft curve of her throat as she leaned her head back against the tub. For a moment he was sorry for disturbing her, but then she opened her eyes and gave him a lazy, happy smile. 'Good morning, Inspector', she purred. 'I hope you slept well?' He smiled back at her. 'Why yes, Miss Fisher, for some reason I slept exceptionally well, though I can't imagine why that would be.' At that, her smile became a little less innocent. 'Maybe I should remind you, then.'
His breath caught as she rose from the bath in one fluent movement, and stood there before him, rivulets of water running down her ivory skin, from her shoulders, between her breasts, over her stomach and the inviting curve of her thighs. She seemed completely unabashed under his gaze, and he felt himself flush at such a brazenness. For a moment he was torn between two of his deepest instincts: she seemed so beautiful and fragile, standing there in the open, a part of him just wanted to rush to her, fold her into his arms and protect her from the world. A second part of him (the part that was currently straining against the material of his trousers) just wanted to rush to her, fold her into his arms and take her right there on the bathroom floor. However, he had other plans, so he suppressed this particular ungentlemanly impulse and picked up a towel from a nearby chair. It was clean and white, and luxuriously soft, and he opened it wide, inviting her in. With a smile, she stepped out of the bath and crossed the bathroom slowly, and the wetness glistening on her skin almost made him change his mind. But when she reached him and allowed him to fold her firmly into the towel and into his arms, he only felt a great and aching tenderness.
Unable to move, she looked up trustingly into his eyes and whispered, with a hint of amusement and anticipation: 'And now what, Jack?' In reply, he picked her up, still enveloped in the towel, and carried her back to the bed, where he put her down carefully and started to unwrap her. She murmured approvingly and rose up to take him into her arms, and for several long moments they sank into a deep, slow kiss. When he felt her hands start to roam towards his trousers, however, Jack broke the kiss and pushed her gently down onto the bed. 'Not so impatient, Miss Fisher,' he rumbled in his deepest voice. 'It's my turn now.' She lay back, her still damp hair fanning out darkly over the satin pillow, and positively squirmed in anticipation. 'I'm all yours, Inspector,' she murmured sweetly.
Now it was his turn to trail kisses down her body and feel her shiver. When he reached her triangle of dark curls, she raised an eyebrow with a surprised but pleased 'oh!', and opened her legs to him. Her smell was sweet and clean, and Jack breathed in deeply as he settled comfortably between her legs. He wasn't really sure how to go about this, but he was nothing if not inventive, and he was sure she would stop him and steer him in the right direction if he did something she didn't like. So he pressed his warm mouth to her, and used his tongue to explore this unknown territory. The way she gasped and tilted her hips to allow him better access immediately told him he was on the right track, and he smiled smugly to himself before continuing his explorations. He let his tongue run over and between her folds, until he found access and pushed in deeper. She moaned hungrily, and he experienced a new, exciting, salty taste on his tongue that eagerly made him return for more. He kept on licking and probing, thoroughly enjoying himself and the effect he was having on her, until her hand on his cheek made him look up.
'Jack,' she whispered, and he saw that her eyes were dark and her face flushed. She put her hand between her legs, parted the folds, and put a slender white finger on a spot that didn't seem particularly interesting to Jack. 'Here,' she whispered, and he obeyed her without thinking. When his tongue reached the indicated spot, she withdrew her hand and tangled it into the sheets instead. He started exploring curiously, and to his surprise discovered a small node that he could easily manipulate with his tongue. As he did so, she suddenly arched her back and started moaning, tangling her other hand into his hair, pulling him even closer. Jack Robinson was not a man who was easily impressed, but he was thoroughly impressed now. How in heaven's name was this possible? How could she have parts he didn't even know about?! Marveling in silence at the wonder of female anatomy, he continued his quest and noticed that her breathing came quicker, and her moans became louder.
Suddenly he felt her trying to pull him upward. 'Jack,' she breathed, 'I want you, now.' But he shook his head and redoubled his efforts, rendering her helpless as she gripped the sheet convulsively. He didn't feel like stopping at all. He was intrigued now, and even though he was sorely tempted to take her, he wanted to see where this was going. He felt instinctively that this could not be all of it, and he felt that this was the time for a thorough investigation. She moaned pleadingly, 'Oh Jack, I need… I want…' He thought he knew what she meant. Never losing contact, he slowly shifted position so he could use his right hand, and, watching her reactions closely, he slid a finger inside. He immediately knew he had done the right thing. She cried out softly and arched her back even further as he explored her with the tip of his finger, marveling at what he discovered, the texture, the warmth and the velvety wetness of her. Without thinking, he slid in a second finger and started moving them in and out, while he increased the pressure with his tongue. Suddenly she cried out, every muscle tensed, and he felt her convulse around his fingers as she quivered and shook, back arched, head thrown back, and he realized suddenly that this was what he had been waiting for. She was having an orgasm, and he had made it happen with just his hands and his tongue. Dear Lord. He felt quite proud.
A moment later, her muscles relaxed, and he carefully withdrew his fingers and moved up to lie beside her, softly stroking her until she seemed to regain a sense of where she was. 'Good God, Jack,' she breathed, looking up at him, pleased. 'You're a fast learner.' He grinned in satisfaction and leaned in to kiss her, delighted that she did not mind her own taste on his lips. By the time he broke away, she seemed to be in control of the situation again, and smiled up at him saucily as her fingers deftly undid his trouser buttons and she started stroking him. He moaned suddenly as he realized how much his own excitement had been building. She helped him out of his pants, pushed herself closer to him and whispered in his ear: 'And now I really can't wait any longer. I want to feel you inside me. Now.' He was confused for a moment. 'Are you ready to go again… so soon?' he asked her, and got a tinkling laugh in response. 'A woman's body works differently from a man's, darling', she answered. Well, he sure as hell found that out tonight, Jack thought, but he was glad there wasn't any need for him to hold back. He was suddenly overcome by his desire for her, and by the thought that, really, anything was possible now, feeling that they were finally on equal footing. He felt his natural confidence return, and she saw his eyes darken as he brusquely took charge and flipped her over so she was lying on her stomach. Leaning over, he growled huskily into her ear: 'Get on your knees.'
She did so without any objections, quite liking his new attitude, and felt a stab of desire as he roughly grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer. A moment later, they both cried out in pleasure as he sank into her, deeply, and she arched her back and tilted her hips in a way that she knew would increase both their pleasure. He moaned her name and plunged in again and again, his hands on her hips pulling her deeper at every thrust. Though he could hardly think straight, he suddenly realized the advantages of the situation, and slid one hand around her in search of the place she had shown him earlier. He quickly located it and started stroking it in the rhythm of their movements. That was all she needed, and for the second time he heard her cry out, and felt her begin to shake. When she started to convulse around him, the sensation was exquisite, and he could not hold back any longer. With utter abandonment, he thrust in to her once more, and glorious release swept through him as he spent inside her.
Both utterly spent, they fell sideways onto the bed, holding each other close. Slowly their breathing became more regular, and they half dozed off, basking in the afterglow, both utterly content. After a while he roused himself enough to mutter into her ear: 'I'm torn. I would quite like a bath now, but I also want to stay close to you.' She turned to face him, and he saw a twinkle in her eye as she innocently suggested, just like he had expected she would: 'Why Jack, there's no reason the two can't be combined.' A satisfied smile played around the corners of his mouth as he followed her into the bathroom.