“Then why are you so nervous?”
She faced him with the most intense look on her face. “Nobody explained what I am supposed to be doing. From what I gather, it sounds like you do everything to me.”
Taylor couldn’t help it anymore. He threw back his head and laughed.
“This isn’t funny. You have probably done this a thousand times and I find it hard to believe that I am not supposed to do a thing.”
His laughter died down and he pulled her into his arms. “That is the husband’s job. To teach the wife. I am surprised your mother forgot to mention that in your discussion.”
Phoebe stared up at him as if she didn’t believe him.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she answered quietly.
“Do you like it when we kiss?”
“Yes,” she smiled and sighed.
“You will like the rest as well, I can assure you.”
“But what if you don’t? I mean, like being with me.”
“That, my dearest Phoebe, is impossible to fathom.” Picking her up, he deposited her in the middle of the bed and joined her there. Supporting himself on his elbow he studied her. As much as he wanted her, needed her, he felt no need to rush. Just talking openly with her was a type of seduction for him, a seduction he wanted to drag out into the early morning. “Now, are there any questions before we begin the instruction?”
Phoebe smiled at him. Though she had a feeling he wanted to move onto the act her mother had described, he was making it easier for her. She couldn’t love him more.
“Not at the moment.”
“Good. Feel free to interrupt if you would like something explained, in more detail,” he added with a grin that sent her heart pounding. “As this is an introduction, don’t feel you have to do anything at all. Your participation will be covered in later lessons.” He kissed her ear, causing her to squirm. “If you feel the need to move, talk, or moan, feel free.” He trailed kisses down her neck. Phoebe answered him with a giggle. “Though at certain times, laughing is not appropriate. I’ll let you know when it is not proper to laugh at your husband.” Phoebe bit her lip, trying to keep the giggles contained.
Trailing the tip of his tongue up the pulse in her neck caused a quick intake of breath. Phoebe forgot her laughter and unconsciously turned her head, allowing him better access to the sensitive area. Her sudden change was noted, and Taylor vowed to go slow, learning her likes and dislikes and especially the more sensitive areas on her body. By the time he was done exploring, she would be as ready for him as he was for her.
Kissing her jaw and back to her lips, Taylor shifted slightly, bringing his body closer until he touched her side. Phoebe turned her face to his, offering her lips and soon her body followed. Kissing her deeply, sweetly and lovingly, Taylor allowed his hands to caress her side, from hip to breast. Slowly, his hand slid forward, bringing it up until he was finally touching the fullness, but ever so slightly. Cupping her gently, he brushed his thumb across the peak and received an immediate reaction when it tightened under his caress. He increased the pressure of his touch, until he was holding the fullness in the palm of his hand.
Phoebe was lost in his kiss and in his touch and needed to be closer. Winding her hands over his shoulders, to his neck and hair, she pressed her body to his. She didn’t understand everything that she was feeling, only that she was experiencing the most incredible sensations. Aches in places she had never had pain, the most private of places, and her stomach was doing queer things as well.
When his hand found her breast, she naturally reacted, by arching, so he could better explore. Her shifting pulled her lips away as her head tilted back. Taylor took the opportunity the carry his lips to her ear and neck, while his hands snaked up and undid the top of her gown. Ever so slowly he kissed her collar bone, as his hands slid the material away from her body until he was nibbling on the peak his hand had recently abandoned.
Lightening shot through her, straight to the pulsing ache of her womanhood. His tongue circled the tip followed by gentle sucking. Moaning she arched her back, glorying in the fire pulsing inside. Taylor was aware of each and every response. He knew his seduction was well underway and couldn’t have been more pleased with her open, passionate response to his attentions. It increased his need for her and made her awakening all the more physically painful for him. Taylor reminded himself of her innocence and forced himself to move slowly and give her pleasure before he took his own. Sitting up, he pulled her gown past her hips and down her legs until it was free, and then tossed it on the floor.
The coolness came over her heated skin. Opening her eyes, Phoebe stared up at Taylor. She studied his face as he began unfastening the rest of the buttons on his shirt and her eyes moved to his chest, strong and muscled and smooth.
Taylor watched her eyes, dark with passion, as she unashamedly watched him disrobe. Loosening the buttons on his trousers, he waited to remove them. She wasn’t ready yet, and he didn’t want to break the spell she was apparently under at the moment. His eyes raked her body and found it perfection. Inhaling deeply, unable to gain the control he wished for, Taylor pulled his pants off hastily and joined her on the bed once again. Now, he was as naked as she, and throbbing painfully.
The touch of his bare chest to hers caused a rush of desire through Phoebe that she didn’t know was possible. Her skin tingled and heat rushed through her veins. Clinging to him, needing him closer, she pressed her body to Taylor’s, feeling his desire against her thigh. A storm was brewing inside that she couldn’t deny.
Taylor knew she was longing for release even if she didn’t know what she wanted or needed. She was growing quite anxious waiting, and her short breaths and thigh over his hip were evidence of her mounting excitement. Phoebe pulled back slightly and looked up into his eyes. “It is rather warm in here, isn’t it.”
“As it should be, my dear.”
Sliding his hand down her body, he brushed her thigh, moving to the inside before he brought his hand to the apex, slipping his fingers through the softness to the moist heat. She almost brought a halt to his exploration. After all, he was touching her there. Then she remembered that her mother said Taylor would touch her in the most intimate places. So she allowed her husband access, expecting he would quickly join with her as earlier explained.
Jolts of pleasure shot through Phoebe as Taylor stroked the most private part of her being. Moaning, she rolled her head back, unable to concentrate on kissing when he was touching her this way. His fingers began to explore, and his tongue worked magic on her breasts. Lifting her hips to his touch, Phoebe was lost to the turmoil brewing strongly within her, pulsing through her being, needing more. Taylor caressed her as she opened herself more to him.
As the fury built, Phoebe couldn’t understand what was happening. She had never felt anything like this before. She finally gasped his name softly.
Barely pausing, Taylor looked up at his wife, who was practically panting. “Yes, dear?”
“Is this right? Should you be doing this? I don’t understand what is happening.”
Biting back a grin. “What don’t you understand? Does this pain you?”
“Yes. No. It’s,...I don’t know how to explain.” Phoebe ground out as the feelings continued to build because he was still touching her that way, making her feel. “Out of control. That is it. This is out of control.”
“Relax, Phoebe, what you are feeling is perfectly normal,” Taylor muttered as he shifted his attention to the other breast.
She didn’t understand. “Perfectly normal to feel as if, as if, well, ohhhh, as if something is going to explode?”
Holding his pleased chuckle within, Taylor answered, “It means I am doing it right.”
The feelings had gone beyond control and she accepted his word because she couldn’t control what was happening to her any more than she could tame the stars.
Taylor increased the pressure and momentum of his touch with Phoebe’s questions. She n
eeded to feel it to understand.
Phoebe’s moans grew more frequent until the most excruciating pleasure burst inside. Crying out she stiffened before collapsing on the bed, panting heavily from the sweet assault on her senses.
Taylor slowly withdrew his hand and shifted his body to lay between her thighs. Phoebe looked up at him with dazed eyes, darkened with passion. Placing his hands beneath her hips, he lowered his mouth to hers and he brought her body to him. Gently he began to enter, slowly, then retreating as he concentrated on controlling his body against the soft, tight moisture that enveloped him. Phoebe moaned again and tilted her hips slightly. Taylor held back, unwilling to let her proceed recklessly forward. Easing within he came to the barrier and stopped. Lifting his head he looked deeply in her eyes.
She looked at him with confusion, not understanding, and then the realization struck. As the thoughts began to register in her mind, Taylor withdrew and plunged forward, tearing through her virgin barrier before she had a chance to prepare.
Phoebe bit back a moan at the pain, and Taylor stopped immediately, waiting for her to recover. Slowly he felt her relax around him and lifted his eyes to look into hers, willing to wait if he saw any reflection of pain. “How do you feel?” He asked, needing to move within her.
“I don’t feel much.”
Stiffening at her words, Taylor stared down at his wife. He had just taken her virginity, she had never had a man inside her before and she didn’t feel much. “Pardon me?” He was not sure how insulted he should feel at the moment.
Phoebe did not understand his strange question, so she explained. “I’m no longer feeling much pain.” She was afraid she had said the wrong thing and quickly continued. “It wasn’t that bad, truly, just surprising.”
Taylor dropped his face to the side of her neck, chuckling at the absurdity of what he had taken as an insult. Of course Phoebe didn’t know how her words could have been taken.
“Taylor, what is it? Why are you laughing?”
Lifting his head once again, he kissed her before answering. “Nothing, Phoebe. It is something better explained at a later time.”
Clearly confused, she accepted his words. Still, Taylor remained still, staring down at her. “Are you sure you are okay?”
“Yes, why? Is it over?”
“Because I…oh, God, Phoebe, I can’t remain this still, and we are far from done.”
Before she could comprehend, Taylor began moving. He watched her face and eyes as he entered and withdrew, over and over, until the tempo increased. Phoebe tried to match his motion with her own body, awkward at first, unaccustomed to this new activity, but enjoying the feelings as much as she had enjoyed what his hands brought forth before. As the feelings grew Phoebe realized what was going on. “Taylor.” She panted. “It is going to happen again.” She clutched his shoulders.
Taylor didn’t have to be told, he could feel her body’s response and wanted to bring her to that climax again. He never imagined she would be so responsive the first time. Overcome with his own body’s need, Taylor decided to take complete control. “Oh, Phoebe, just wrap your legs around me and hold on.”
Phoebe arched her neck and threw her head back, screaming much as she had done a short time ago. Hilted, Taylor groaned and finally let go of the sweetest, purest and most powerful release of his life.
Taylor rolled to his side and pulled her into his arms. He was much quicker to recover, while Phoebe still lay in shock of what had just occurred. Dazed was the word that came to Taylor’s mind, and he couldn’t have been more thrilled. Never had he been so deeply affected, nor felt his own release so strongly, to the point that it curled his toes.
He stroked her hair, waiting for her to totally return. He couldn’t believe he had been so fortunate to have her. Phoebe planted a kiss on his chest, then lifted her face to his, eyes glowing with mischief and aftermath. “I think I understand now.”
Taylor chuckled. “I would be greatly disturbed if questions still remained, my love.”
Chapter 16
Bags packed and loaded, Phoebe and Taylor headed for his country estate. Relaxing against his shoulder, Phoebe’s eyes drifted shut and she was asleep as soon as they were away from London. Taylor held her constantly, knowing how badly she needed her rest since she hadn’t gotten much the past two evenings. Smiling, he closed his eyes as well, surrendering to slumber.
A few hours later, Phoebe came awake slowly to lips against her neck, body on fire with need.
“Phoebe.” Taylor was whispering in her ear then tracing it with is tongue. “It is time to move onto lesson two.”
“We are in a carriage, Taylor,” Phoebe mumbled sleepily.
“Exactly. The perfect place for this particular lesson.”
She opened her eyes, wanting him desperately at the moment. “Really?”
“Trust me.” He smiled wickedly at her again.
“What if someone sees?”
“Who is going to see? Look out the window. We are in the country. The horses are much too noisy for anyone to hear.” He lowered the shades.
“Who am I to argue?” She was willing to do anything he suggested at the moment.
Kissing her, he unbuttoned his breeches, freeing himself before lifting her skirts. He had asked her not to wear pantaloons and she had only laughed at him. Clearly she had obeyed, feeling only the stocking and garter surrounding her thigh. Lifting her, he placed her on his lap and his desire rubbed against her.
“Turn towards me, Phoebe,” Taylor instructed. She did, reluctantly, not understanding his intent. Shifting, he lifted her skirt slightly and placed her thighs on either side of him. Slipping his hand further up her body, he found the place she desired to be touched, already damp with desire. Taylor brought her hips closer and his member brushed against the inside of her upper thigh.
Her eyes lit with mischievous passion. “Like this?”
Taylor merely smiled at her wonder as he brought her down on him and Phoebe gasped. It took a moment to recover from the shock, but shortly she was moving, imitating the same thrusts he had used on her body. Except now she was in control of the tempo and it was an incredible feeling. She kissed him deeply as she slowed her movement. Then kissed his neck as she increased her tempo, wondering if she was driving him as mad as he had driven her. If his moans were any indication, she was. Moving as her own body demanded for fulfillment, she brought them both to climax simultaneously, without Taylor ever having to utter a word of direction or make any movement on his own.
Finally she raised her head and looked at him. “I think I like lesson two. But perhaps we should practice a few more times before moving onto three.”
Taylor was just about to kiss her when they hit a bump that sent her flying from his lap. The carriage turned and he screamed her name.
Phoebe hit the bottom and the wind was knocked out of her. Taylor came to rest on top of her, which didn’t help her breathing much at the moment. When the carriage settled she began to worry that perhaps he had lost consciousness, but after a moment he raised his head, looking at her with concern.
“Are you all right?” He asked intently.
He looked so worried that she smiled back at him reassuringly. “I will be fine when I can breathe.” She pushed against his chest.
Taylor raised himself from her and looked around. The carriage was on its side and there was no sound from outside. He stood and pushed against the door above, then stuck his head out. Phoebe came to a sitting position and found it difficult to take deep breaths, but she wouldn’t mention it to him at the moment.
“Taylor, before you leave I think you should adjust your clothing.”
He stuck his head back in the carriage. “What did you say?”
“I said you should fix your clothing.” She pointed to his unbuttoned pants and exposed member.
For the first time in many years Taylor blushed. “I guess that could have been quite embarrassing.”
“Quite.” Phoebe nodded and chuck
led, stopping quickly because of the pain it caused.
Leaving her alone in the carriage for a few minutes, Taylor checked on the driver, who he found lying at the side of the road. His neck was at an unnatural angle. Taylor suffered a pang at the loss of the servant who had been with the family since he was a child. He bent and closed the lifeless eyes and waited until he recovered his composure before he stood and assessed the situation. The horses had broken away and were long gone from what he could tell. There was no one around and they had little choice but to walk until they came to the next town. Of course, they could wait and hope another carriage came along, but he did not want to be on the road in the dark. It was best to continue moving forward.
At least his wife was no shrinking violet and would not balk at the necessity of walking part of the journey. If she could walk almost a mile on an injured ankle, this would be a walk in the park in comparison. Thank goodness she wasn’t injured, otherwise he didn’t know what he would do.
Taylor returned to the overturned carriage and peeked in the door. Phoebe sat upright inside, her arms wrapped around her middle. Was he wrong in assuming she was uninjured? At that moment she glanced up at him, worry marred her brow.
“I am afraid we will have to walk to the next town. The horses have bolted.” He didn’t want to tell her about the driver, but knew she would see for herself after she was out of the carriage.
Phoebe stood and brushed out her skirts. With her hands above her head she grasped the frame and attempted to lift herself. A groan escaped her lips and she let her arms fall.
“Here, let me help.” Taylor jumped back into the carriage and boosted Phoebe out the opening with his shoulder. She settled on the side of the carriage. “Wait there.” Taylor pulled himself out once again and jumped to the ground before he lifted Phoebe by the waist, lowering her until her feet touched the dirt road. Her face was pale and she was completely white around the mouth.
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