by Lucy Langton
“When you are my wife, I will demand kisses throughout the day.”
“And what if I’m engaged in other activities?” Sophia asked playfully.
“Then perhaps you’ll need to have an interval to pause.”
“And kiss you?”
“And kiss me, yes.”
Philip went in for a third time and Sophia relented, allowing him to kiss her as passionately as he chose.
“Now, we dine,” Philip said, leading Sophia by the hand down the boulevard.
“Where will we go?”
“The finest restaurant that we can find.”
“There’s no need for such lavish dining,” Sophia assured him. “Let’s go to a public house.”
Philip stopped in his tracks, taken aback by Sophia’s words.
“Do you jest?”
“I do not jest.”
“Sophia, I’m not taking you to a public house.”
“Why not? We do have them in New York, you know.”
“It matters not. I’m not taking you.”
“I demand to know why.”
“Because I cannot bear to have every chimney sweep, banker and barrister ogling you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous," Sophia protested.
“You’re unaware of how beautiful you are. Do you realise that?”
Sophia had to stop and consider Philip’s words. She had been told on many occasions that she was so, but Sophia wasn’t entirely enamoured by the figure that stared back at her in the mirror.
“Let’s compromise,” Sophia said, not answering Philip’s question. “We will go to a public house and I shall put a bag over my head.”
Philip smiled, then grabbed Sophia’s hand and led her along. They walked for some time in contented silence before Philip brought Sophia to an establishment called The Jack Rabbit.
“My favourite public house,” Philip said with a grin.
“I can go in?” Sophia asked with anticipation.
“Lady, you may enter,” Philip said, pulling open the door.
What followed was one of the most delightful evenings that Sophia could recall. Perhaps the best since coming to England. The two delighted in greasy chips and pies while watching the carousing of those around them.
“I have a feeling that you have been here many times,” Sophia said, elevating her voice so that she could be heard over the sounds of singing and instruments and chatter.
“You’re getting a view into my secret self,” Philip whispered in her ear.
He lingered there at her neck and Sophia felt dizzy with longing. A heat rushed up her spine and a dampness could be felt between her thighs. Still, Philip remained there at her neck, gently brushing it with his lips. It was all too much to bear, and strange, considering that earlier that day he couldn’t manage to discuss the matter in public. Perhaps Philip had become just as intoxicated by their marvellous day as she had, and all that joy had gone to his head.
Softly kissing her neck, Sophia felt herself moan. Philip then reached down, placing a hand on Sophia’s inner thigh. She willed him to go forward, to touch her even more, until Sophia realised that they were still in a public house.
“Please,” Sophia said, placing her hand over Philip’s and willing him to remove it.
“This always happens in the darnedest places,” Philip replied breathlessly. “We need to return home.”
“Yes, I think that’s best.”
Although they could have undertaken the journey on foot, Sophia found that a startling urgency had come over them. Philip hailed a hackney carriage and, when they got inside, he seemed to be barely able to contain himself. He pulled Sophia up onto his lap, similarly to how she had been when they encountered in the study. Philip pressed his hips up into Sophia’s, and she could feel the same phenomenon that she had felt before. There was an unbearable hardness to his manly organ, which Sophia could feel pushing its way between her legs. When she pushed her hips down onto his hardness, Sophia heard Philip moan with pleasure.
It was not long before they reached the townhouse and Sophia rolled off Philip, hoping to not be discovered by the coachman in that suggestive position. The door was opened for them and both Sophia and Philip got out quickly, Philip forcefully grabbing her hand and leading her into their home. The servants were quickly banished to their quarters and Sophia was led up the stairs and directly to Philip’s room.
It was all such a whirlwind and Sophia couldn’t believe that it all was happening. She had recalled the time that she was discovered curled in a ball on Philip’s bed, and Sophia remembered the deliciousness of being there, the hallowed place where he slept.
Philip picked Sophia up in his arms, kissing her forcefully before gently placing her on the bed, lying on her back.
“Is this too soon?” Sophia asked.
“No,” Philip replied plainly, looking down at Sophia’s dress. He was examining it, and it didn’t take Sophia long to realise that he was figuring out how to get it off her. In order to be of assistance, Sophia rolled over onto her stomach so that Philip could see the buttons at her back. “Rather helpful,” Philip said with a laugh.
The buttons were quickly undone, and it wasn’t long before Philip pressed his chest against Sophia’s bare back. She could feel that his warm, soft skin was exposed, so he must have removed his own shirt and waistcoat while she was lying face down. Sophia could feel Philip’s heart pounding in his chest as his firm muscles were pressing into her back.
From that position, Sophia could sense Philip’s hand coming below her skirt and up to her inner thigh, reaching that special place at the apex of her legs. Sophia cried out, the feeling of his fingers there being the most intense sensation she had ever known.
“Are you all right, my love?” Philip whispered into her ear.
“Yes,” Sophia replied with a moan.
Philip's fingers explored around her undergarments, finally making contact with her delicate flesh. He moved his fingers around in circles and Sophia cried out yet again. There was so much wetness between her legs – more than she ever imagined possible – and Philip groaned as he felt it with his fingers. He slowly slipped a finger inside of her, and at first, Sophia was frightened. She had never known a man would do such a thing. She felt Philip kiss her naked shoulders and it relaxed her, allowing her entire body to finally accept his probing touch.
He pulsed his finger in and out of her and Sophia feared that she might begin to cry from the intense pleasure of it.
“Does that hurt, Sophia?” Philip asked, concern in his voice.
“A little, but I don’t want you to stop,” Sophia replied.
“I don’t want to either.”
He continued the pulsing with his fingers and a wave of pleasure came over Sophia that was impossibly intense. It felt like her body was about to give out. Sensing this, Philip stopped and pulled his finger out, grabbing Sophia by the torso and turning her over onto her back.
“I am going to go slow, Sophia,” Philip said.
“All right.”
There was an intense hunger written on Philip’s face that Sophia had never seen before. It was as though his face was transformed, and all his attention was upon her body. He proceeded to get up and stand beside her at the bed, slowly pulling down her skirt so that Sophia was entirely exposed, except for her lower undergarments. She had never been so fully in the nude with a man before, but for whatever reason, she did not feel self-conscious under Philip’s admiring gaze.
“The most beautiful woman in the world,” he said, not removing his eyes from her body. Philip slowly brought his hands to Sophia’s remaining undergarments and gently began to pull them down. A quickening went through Sophia’s body as she realised that she had truly nothing else to hide. Yet again, Philip brought his fingers to that intimate spot and delicately massaged her there while Sophia was sent into ecstasy yet again.
“Sophia,” he said under his breath, his voice strangled.
Philip’s upper body was fully ex
posed and Sophia marvelled at it. His muscular structure must have been a product of his days in the military, and Sophia was amazed at just how much bigger Philip looked when he was not wearing clothes. Looking down at his trousers, Sophia could see the large, manly bulge she had noticed earlier in the carriage, and she brought her hand to it, wanting to feel it with her fingers. They explored each other with their hands simultaneously, and Philip threw his head back in ecstasy as Sophia did so.
After some time, frustration came over Philip’s face and he pulled Sophia’s hand away, kneeling down to bring his head in between Sophia’s legs. He kissed her inner thigh and then slowly moved upwards until Sophia felt his warm, moist lips between her thighs and kissing her in that place where she never knew a woman could be kissed.
Sophia cried out and placed her hands in Philip’s hair, feeling the instinct to push his head away. The sensation was delicious, past question. But it all seemed far too intense to bear.
“No,” Sophia said, again feeling as though her body was about to give out.
“Do you want me to stop?” Philip asked, genuine concern in his voice.
“Perhaps, for now,” Sophia said softly. “I fear that I . . . won’t be able to endure it.”
“All right,” Philip replied with a smile. “There is more time for that in the future.”
Philip brought his face up to Sophia’s, lying on his side while Sophia was still on her back.
“Should we rest here?” Philip asked, perhaps thinking that Sophia had had enough. The truth was she still wanted so much more, and she expressed that by bringing her hand down to Philip’s manhood yet again, stroking it softly.
“No,” Sophia replied.
That tortured expression came over Philip’s face once again and he got himself up from the bed, undoing his trousers and sending them to the floor in no uncertain terms. Seeing his organ in a full state of arousal, fear came over Sophia yet again as she noted the sheer size of him. Sophia knew from various sources where that piece of Philip’s body was supposed to go, but she was entirely unsure how it was going to be possible.
He brought himself over her again and placed a loving hand upon her cheek.
“It’s just me. Remember that,” he said tenderly.
“It’s just you,” Sophia replied, trying to get a hold of her breath.
Philip took Sophia’s hand and brought it down to his erect manhood and let her feel it.
“There’s nothing to fear,” he continued. “We can stop at any time.”
“All right,” Sophia replied, nodding her head.
And there truly was nothing to fear. Although he was an impossibly large man, Sophia could feel his delicate skin with her hands, and the warmth and moistness of him. There truly was nothing to be afraid of, and finally, they could have that intimate contact that they had desired for some time.
Philip removed her hand and positioned his hips between Sophia’s legs. Before she knew what was happening, Sophia felt a deep, painful thrust inside her and she screamed. Philip held himself inside of her, pressing his chest against hers.
“It is done,” Philip said softly in her ear.
Being as unfamiliar with matters as she was, Sophia assumed that that was the end of the physical act of making love.
It most certainly was not.
After pausing inside of her, Philip continued, this time gently pushing his large manhood in and out of her. Finally, after the sharp flash of pain was gone, Sophia was free to feel every last inch of him from within. The initial confusion turned into a physical incantation that took hold of her whole body. It was as though she were entirely transformed, taken to a faraway land where nothing mattered but she and Philip in that very moment.
“Does this give you pleasure?” Philip whispered into her ear.
“So much,” Sophia replied, unsure if she’d be able to conjure any more words.
This rhythmic dance continued for some time, both Sophia and Philip moaning, before Philip abruptly stopped and dropped his head down upon Sophia’s chest.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I don’t want it to end,” Philip said, “but I’m afraid I keep coming too close.”
“Too close to what?”
“Climax, Sophia.”
“Climax?”
She looked down at him in confusion and a humorous smile came to Philip’s lips.
“You don’t know what I’m speaking of.”
“I’m afraid I do not.”
“Allow me to show you,” he replied, mischief in his eyes.
Just then, Philip began to thrust into her again, and this time, with more force. Sophia couldn’t believe the depths that he was reaching inside of her, and finally, he positioned himself in such a way that a sensation came over her body that she couldn’t quite understand, yet still, gave into with abandon. Her entire body began to quiver as Philip continued to thrust, until Sophia screamed out and clutched Philip’s back, feeling every muscle in her pelvic floor explode in uncontrollable bliss.
Knowing that she had reached that place, Philip engaged in three last, hard thrusts before he, himself, cried out and collapsed onto Sophia. Within, she could feel his essence being released inside of her like a shower of passion.
They clung to each other, sweat glistening upon their skin. Their breathing was heavy, but Sophia could feel that their breathing was also in union.
“That was more, so much more, than I imagined it would be,” Sophia said, scarce able to form the words.
“It was bliss,” Philip said, coming to and bringing his hand to Sophia’s cheek, gazing into her eyes.
“Can we do it again?” she asked.
“We shall. So many more times.”
“No, I meant, right now?” Sophia asked innocently.
Philip looked at her wearily and incredulously. “My love, it takes a little time,” he said with a smile, resting his head between her breasts. She combed her hands through his hair and laughed.
“I suppose there are things I still do not understand.”
“I will teach you,” Philip said, before falling asleep in her arms.
The following morning, Sophia rose out of bed as though it were an entirely new world. Colours were more magnified, sounds more clear, and she was quite sure that tastes would be more bold as she felt her stomach growl with hunger.
She turned and found Philip lying beside her, still fast asleep. Sophia tiptoed out of bed, thinking that she might go downstairs in order to ask for tea.
“Where are you going?” she heard Philip’s voice ask.
“I was going to order tea.”
“Not yet, my love,” Philip said, beckoning her back to bed.
Sophia obliged, returning to the bed and lying beside him. Without speaking, Philip grabbed Sophia by the hips and pulled her on top of him, lifting her up so that his morning hardness went effortlessly inside of her. At first, Sophia was taken aback, not familiar with male and female relations in such a configuration. But within no time, Sophia felt her pelvis gain a rhythm that matched Philip’s. Their bodies engaged in a speechless union that was perfect and natural at the same time.
