Gentleman's Guide 01 - His Impetuous Debutante (18 page)

Slowly he became aware of her presence
and turned. Magnificent was the only word that came to mind, and he
found himself draining his glass of champagne again. Refilling his
own glass, he then lifted hers, beckoning her to join him.
Hesitantly, Phoebe stepped in the room and took the offered glass,
sipping while she cast shy looks at him. Her hands were shaky, he
noticed, and decided that instead of kissing her, he would talk to
her, help her forget where they were and what they were about to
do.

“
You were a beautiful
bride, Phoebe.”

Her blush started. “Thank you.” She
sipped from the drink hastily.

“
Everyone seemed to enjoy
themselves.”

“
Yes, they did.” She took
another hasty sip.

“
Why are you so
nervous?”

Her big eyes met his. “Would you
believe I have never done this before?” She began to warm to the
softness in his eyes. When he wasn’t grinning she could almost
compose herself.

“
I already came to that
conclusion.”

“
But you have, and I am
not sure what to expect.”

Taylor stopped cold. Certainly she had
been talked to. “Didn’t your mother explain?”

“
Of course she did, and in
what I assume was detail. But still…”

“
But still, it is hard to
understand,” he finished for her.

“
Exactly. I still don’t
see how the act can be enjoyable.” Finishing her glass, she poured
some more. Taylor recognized this aspect of her personality, one he
was much more familiar with. Here was the frank, talkative and
comfortable Phoebe, and he wasn’t about to remind her where they
were, or that they would soon be doing what she was discussing so
openly.

“
I am glad she told you it
would be enjoyable.”

“
She also warned me the
enjoyment may not happen right away, and the first time could be,
well, painful,” she finished matter-of-factly.

“
Is that what you are
afraid of?” She had more knowledge on the subject than any virgin
he had ever encountered.

“
Not at all. If you
remember, just a month ago I had a sprained ankle and a bullet hole
in my arm. I am sure any discomfort from…” She gestured towards
the bed, “…will be minor in comparison. At least I think so.” She
trailed off, as if comprehending what was going to happen to her,
though no fear was present in her eyes. Taylor tried to keep from
smiling at her.

“
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 needed 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.”