“I am,” Phoebe her cheeks aflame as she felt her husband undo the knots of her dress, his nimble fingers making quick work of the buttons that held the fabric closed beneath the straps. “But I hardly think that I could dissuade you if you are intent on having your way.”
“Oh, but you could try, if you wished. At least give yourself a chance to convince me,” he mumbled, mouthing along the column of her neck.
Phoebe could feel her thoughts fading rapidly as his hands tugged her dress off her body, the expensive fabric hitting the floor in a pitiful heap. His touch felt scorching against her skin, setting her nerves alight as he proceeded to rid her of her corset next.
His focus switched from his frustrations about her clothed states to her breasts once they were free and he wasted no time grabbing handfuls of them, gently squeezing as his teeth lightly sank into the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Phoebe was now completely pressed to the wall, trying to find purchase as she squirmed with the pleasure building steadily within her. She rested her hands on his shoulders, hoping to gain some leverage and balance — both of which she lost rapidly when his lips wrapped around a nipple and the other was at the mercy of his fingers which twisted and pinched them teasingly.
“Edward,” she panted breathlessly, suddenly feeling immensely frustrated with the fact that he still wasn’t touching her in the place she desired it the most. “H-Hurry. Please.”
Now that they had gone through their first night, there was hardly any nervous tension in Phoebe’s body and mind anymore. Just unadulterated need that she was desperate to have sated.
“All right, duchess. Anything you want,” Edward whispered as he pulled down her chemise.
Phoebe stepped out of it unsteadily and he guided her to a settee in front of the fireplace, which was the only source of light in the room. She thought he would make her bend over or lay in it somehow, but he settled down in it first. Then he looked up at her, his lips pulled in a smirk as he gestured at his spread legs.
“Come, duchess.”
Phoebe inhaled sharply, still confused but immensely aroused by his voice. She shuffled closer and slipped her hand into his when he reached for her, squealing when he tugged her forward, until she was seated in his lap, their chests pressed together.
“W-What?—”
“Like this,” he muttered with one hand slipping over her hip and down her back to grope her buttocks, while the other went between her legs, two fingers rubbing at her entrance. “I want to have you like this.”
Her eyes widened and she shook her head nervously. “H-How – I do not think I can –”
“Do not worry, darling,” he murmured over her skin as he mouthed along her jaw. “I’ll show you just what I need you to do.”
Phoebe let his hands guide her gently, her nerves practically a mess by the time she was facing him, their chests pressed together. Her legs were on either side of him, as she sat in his lap, the strange lack of discomfort from her seated position making her feel even more uneasy.
“Keep your eyes on me, at all times darling,” Edward whispered to her as he began to let his hands roam again.
The lack of purpose to this exercise certainly made things much different for some reason, but Phoebe was too distracted to discover exactly why that was. He was caressing her gently one moment, his fingers grabbing at her breasts and buttocks in a firm, feeling grip the next and she could scarcely breathe when he inserted a finger into her.
“O-Oh,” she gasped, straightening her spine as his finger explored the warmth past her folds.
Edward grinned as he pulled his finger out and pressed two back in, clearly relishing her sharp intake of breath. She tried to glare at him, but it was hard to feign annoyance or anger when her face was so hot, the weight of her desire and embarrassment written all over it.
She was still scared that they would be caught and she dreaded to think of what people would say –
“You are thinking too much,” Edward said as he kissed her cheek, right over her scar. “I will not let anything happen to you, duchess. You must trust that I have no intention of getting you into any sort of trouble.”
“Your a-actions reflect… quite differently from your words,” she whined as his fingers continued to deep into her, stroking up a delicious flame within her.
It felt… really good. The sensations she was left with were remarkable and she could practically taste the unravelling waves of pleasure that was about to descend upon her.
But somehow, she felt as though something was missing. Edward was touching her earnestly, his lips still leaving kisses on her skin, and yet, she could not help but want more.
As though he could sense her desire, he chuckled and playfully bit her earlobe before he spoke,
“You clearly need more than this. Shall I give it to you? That thing you desire?”
The implications of his words sent another wave of embarrassment through her, but she could not pretend she did not notice the growing bulge of in his breeches.
“You should be more honest, Phoebe. About the things you want,” he told her as he took his fingers out of her to undo the opening of his breeches. “You are deserving of much more than you allow yourself to have and that is not fair. A woman such as yourself should not have to stifle her urges or wants. Certainly not with me.”
Edward guided her onto her knees, kissing her breasts softly as his member pressed against her entrance.
“This might be overwhelming at first, but it will not be as tasking as it was the first time. Trust me, Phoebe. I will take care of you,” he promised tilting his head back to look up at her.