Phryne and Jack are based on the characters from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries.
In the first chapter of this story, they finally take the next step, aided by having to travel on top of each other. This is a continuation.
I would love to explore these two more and continue their sexual exploits, so if you like this, please feel free to comment.
Enjoy!
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The car had pulled up outside a gated house. They were on a quiet residential street on the outskirts of Melbourne and all that could be heard was the nightlife of small creatures and the occasional gust of wind through the trees. A lone streetlamp illuminated the pavement outside the gate, all the rest was darkness.
The driver had got out of the car and disappeared through the gate. Jack opened the door and Phryne climbed out of his lap. She steadied herself against the side of the car, her legs weak from both pleasure and confinement in a small space. Jack took a deep breath, fighting the voices of reason that were already starting to crowd his mind again.
She'll only break your heart. Are you willing to risk that for a few hours of pleasure? You've fought so hard over the last few years to withstand the temptation, are you really just going to cave in now?
"Jack?" Her voice was quiet, but it sent a twitch through his softened cock. "Aren't you coming out?"
He took one more deep breath, told the voices to shut up, and got out of the car. She was leaning against the car. He noticed her feet were bare. She must have left her shoes in the footwell.
She was smiling, but she frowned a little as she saw his face. "Don't tell me, you're having second thoughts."
He had always considered himself to be a sensible man. 'Honourable', Phryne had once called him.
He watched as worry clouded her eyes. Her large beautiful eyes. He could see she wanted to step towards him but stopped herself.
"Jack..." Her voice died in the night-time air. She bit her lip. Her beautiful lips.
And before he could second-guess himself, he reached for her waist and pulled her into his arms. His mouth found hers and he felt her melt in his embrace. He let his hunger for her take him over once more and their kiss was deep and passionate. The vibration from her moan tickled his lips and his cock stirred. His hand went to her round ass, his fingers curving into the crease, and he squeezed.
"Oh Jack," she sighed into his mouth.
"Phryne," he whispered in response, his throat tight with need.
He bit her bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. His hands pulled her to him as tightly as he could, desperate to feel the length of her sleek body against his. His erection pressed into the space between her legs and he felt her grind her cunt into him.
"I want you more than anything, Jack," she said as his mouth left hers and travelled to her neck. Her flesh was so soft, he wanted to tear it apart and cherish it all at once. He was sucking at her tender skin, biting her, kissing her, licking her. She was moaning more loudly now.
"Shhh," he hushed and impulsively grabbed a fistful of her black hair in his hand.
He looked into her eyes and growled: "I want your mouth around my cock, Phryne."
Her eyes were full of desire and he could see she was also pleasantly surprised. She smiled.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the light of the streetlamp and pushed her against the wall in front of the house, a large tree shielding them from sight, its branches low and protective.
Her slender fingers began undoing his trousers as his hands roamed over her dress, cupping those pert little tits, finding the nipples through the silky material. They were rock hard. He bent his head forward and bit them through the cloth. She groaned, her hands shaking as they pulled his lengthening cock out. He pulled at her breasts with his teeth as her hand gripped his cock, sticky with their juices.
He stepped back and looked at her. The look in his eyes drew a moan from her. A darkness was in them, a recklessness and hunger which sent sparks into her pussy. She could feel her wetness running down her inner thighs.
