Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Iris was led into the middle of Philip’s bedroom. There, he let go of her hand and walked back to close the door. There was already a fire burning in the hearth, but she found her body shaking as if taken by a sudden chill.
“There is no need to be nervous,” Philip said softly as he came in behind. Reaching her, he took her by the shoulders and leaned in, a gentle kiss placed on the back of her neck.
“I am not nervous,” she said.
“You are,” he corrected, kissing her again. “But that is perfectly understandable. I would be surprised if you were not.”
Iris did her best to quell the nerves. This might have been her first time, but she did not want it to appear as if it were. The little she had been told of coupling, she worried that she might not be good enough. That once done, Philip would realize his mistake and grow bored of her.
Is this a mistake? Should I have waited? Should I have asked my sisters for advice?
“I am merely… cautious,” she tried. “No, I mean excited. Yes, excited and ready.”
His laughter was deep, and he squeezed her shoulders firmly. “You should know that this won’t be like the other times.”
“Other times?”
“When you and I…” He kissed her neck again. “When I sought to punish and reward you. As much as I enjoyed that, as I know you did, I don’t want you thinking that you need to play a role or do anything more than you need.”
“And… and what do I need?”
Holding her by the shoulders, Philip turned her to face him.
She was indeed shaking, but she felt her nerves dim as she looked into her husband’s eyes.
There she saw the man who she was coming to care for, not the one he had been.
He was her protector, he knew what this meant for the two of them, and he was willing to take the lead and guide her so that she had nothing to fear.
In that, she took a deep breath and found a sense of calm.
“All you need to do is enjoy yourself,” he said in a whisper. “Can you do that for me?”
“I think so?”
He let go of her right shoulder and his fingers touched under her chin. “I knew you could. My good girl. My good wife.” That was when he brought her lips to his own mouth.
The kiss started softly, lips pressed together. Iris needed that, a moment to center herself and melt into her husband as she accepted the moment. Slowly, their lips parted and their tongues began to dance. Still, Philip kept a hand under her chin, guiding her and showing her the way.
Iris’ own hands found his waist. She grabbed and held on as the kiss grew in passion.
His other hand moved behind her head, pulling her in closer, his mouth moving from gentle kisses to devouring her.
This had her heart racing, blood flowing hot through her veins, nerves diminishing because excitement began to rule her.
When Philip pulled back, she gasped.
He was smiling. “There. Not a bad start, I think.”
“I rather liked it,” she said with a coy smile, still holding him by the waist.
“Then you will like this…” He reached down and took one of her hands and led her to the bed. At its edge, he stopped and turned around again. “I will need you to turn, if you do not mind.”
“I… what do you mean?”
“Turn around,” he instructed a second time.
She frowned but did as she was bid. She was used to the power play by now, knowing that Philip was in control and she would do well to obey him. Thus, she turned willingly.
Philip stepped into her and his hands started to unfasten the drawstrings that were keeping her gown together. As he did, he kissed down her exposed neck, soft and wet, each one sending a pulse across her skin which made her moan.
The dress became loose, and Philip helped to shimmy it down her body.
It was an awkward thing, tight and cumbersome, but his hands were strong and he wrenched it down over her waist so that soon it dropped to the floor.
That done, he did the same with the shift she was wearing, seeing that fall to the floor by her feet.
On instinct, she moved her hands to cover her breasts.
“No.” From behind, Philip took her arms and forced them to her side. “I want to see you.”
She swallowed. “You… you do?”
“Of course.” Holding her by the arms, he turned her once more to face him. She was completely naked, the warmth of the fire hot against her skin, but that did not stop her body from breaking into goosebumps.
Philip’s eyes flashed with hunger as he took her in. One hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer, his mouth moved to the nape of her neck. There, he started to kiss gently, moving south, further and further until his lips found her nipple.
“Oh…” she cried as his lips wrapped her right nipple and started to suck. “That is… oh…”
He moved to the left nipple and she felt it turn stiff in his mouth. Eyes closed now, she leaned back as his lips moved between them, sucking and nibbling and licking so they turned stiff and rigid and swollen.
Philip’s hands moved to her backside as he sucked her. They squeezed and pulled her body right into his. Then, with light touches, he began to stroke one hand up her back…
“Urgh…” she moaned at the way it tingled.
He chuckled. “You like that?”
“I like all of it.”
Philip pulled back so he was looking down at her. He held her eyes and devoured her naked body. A smirk flashed across his lips and he took her hands and led her back so that he was sitting on the bed and she was standing before him.
“You really are something special,” he said with admiration.
“Really?”
“Yes…” Releasing her right hand, he moved his hand to her thighs and slipped it between them. “But surely, you know that already…” His hand wedged between her thighs and began to stroke upwards.
Her breathing increased. “I… it is always nice to hear.”
Iris could feel how wet she was becoming. She could feel the heat flowing from between her thighs. On instinct, she spread her legs slightly, opening them up, allowing Philip’s hand and fingers to gently move to her womanhood.
Her eyes shot open and she caught her breath as his fingers stroked her lips. She grabbed a hold of his shoulder and clenched her jaw as those same fingers dipped inside of her. She ground her teeth and tried to keep her breathing steady as his fingers slid deeper and deeper and deeper…
“Philip!” she cried out, both hands now grabbed his shoulders. “Oh… please… that is…”
“You like this?” he purred, two fingers inside of her, curling them so that she could feel them stroking her walls.
“So much… so much…”
“Good girl,” he breathed as he continued to curl his fingers.
For a few moments, Iris was happy to let him pleasure her.
He pulled her into him so his mouth again found her swollen breasts and stiff nipples.
Sucking them evenly, his fingers worked over her womanhood, gently stroking to the rhythm of her breathing, having her body shaking and spasming so that even if she wanted to, she would not have been able to control it.
This was nowhere near as awkward as she had thought. If anything, it felt a little too natural. Now that they had started, that they were both fully into it, any shame or embarrassment that Iris might have felt was gone completely. What was more, she found that it was not nearly enough.
She looked down at the top of Philip’s head as he continued to pleasure her. She bit into her lips, her mind racing as a thought came to her. She did not know if it made sense. If it was too much or too soon. All she knew was that she wanted it.
“Philip…” she moaned.
“Yes?”
“I… I want… I want…” She groaned as she felt his fingers rub her swollen clit. “I want to… to help you.”
He pulled back and looked up at her. “Help me?”
“Yes,” she said. Her eyes then flicked down to his body, focusing on his crotch. “If that is… if you do not mind?”
His eyes widened with excitement. “Iris, are you certain that this is your first time?”
“What!”
He laughed. “I am joking. Just as I am only too eager for you to… help me. Here…” Philip pulled his fingers free, all the while keeping a hold of her eyes. His hands moved to his pants, and he was quick to stand as he started to undo them,
“What do I…”
“Stay right there,” he commanded her. He unclasped his pants and let them fall to the floor. Iris’ eyes widened when she saw his manhood spring forth, sticking out hard and thick and swollen.
Iris had never seen such a thing before. She did not know what she liked or didn’t like. What she was meant to feel. All she knew in that moment, with how her body was trembling, was that she wanted Philip. She wanted all of him.
“Here…” Philip took her hands as he sat himself back down. “On your knees.” There was an edge to his voice.
“My knees…”
“Yes,” he said firmly.
Her eyes found his member again. It was sticking up, throbbing as if it called to her. She licked her lips, not knowing what to do, only that she wanted to do it. Thus, Iris found herself falling to her knees before her husband.
He stroked the side of her face and dipped a thumb into her mouth. On instinct, she sucked it and he moaned. “Just like that,” he told her. “Just like that…” Philip pulled his thumb free and took her by the side of the face again. Still holding her eyes, he said, “Do you know what to do?”
“I… I think so…” Her heart crashed through her chest.
He smiled and then he leaned back. “Show me.”
And Iris, body shaking, mouth salivating, heart racing so that she could hardly stand it, did just that.
She reached up and gently wrapped her right hand around Philip’s throbbing member. He stiffened and moaned and shut his eyes. Her own eyes lit up to see how taken he was, how effortlessly he enjoyed just the feel of her. His manhood throbbed in her hand, and she started to stroke it.
“Yes,” he purred, his eyes still closed. “Just like that…”
“You… you like that?” She started to stroke a little faster, licking her lips excited to feel his body respond.
“So much.”