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sensuality, she was pleased to have this statement proved as idiotic
as she had first thought it.
His fingers trapped her nipples and she gasped aloud, closing
her eyes as the clever hands moved down her body and caressed in
a circular, fiery motion, so delicate and so skilled that she did not
immediately feel the change as the fingers were withdrawn and both
bodies closed, joined, with a snap like a tensile steel spring.
Simon Abrahams’ knowledge of women had been almost
entirely theoretical. He had been sorely tempted by the light
ladies who walked St. Kilda Road and by the flaunting damsels
of the Eastern Market, who haunted the street-level shops when
all the rest of the city was respectably dark, looking for a friend
to take home with them before the market shut at nine o’clock.
He was conscious of his duty to marry a suitable young woman
and have children in due course, and meant to do so. But he had
never expected to be seduced by a woman so beautiful, so strong,
so sure of her own desires. She was as pale as bone china and as
strong as he was; he felt lithe muscle under the smooth skin as
she slid from under him and they rolled, so that he was lying flat
on his back and the woman was riding him, her breasts in his
hands, her mouth on his. She moved like a dancer, like a mating
animal, like something out of a hermit’s fever-dream. She lay
under him with her legs wrapped round his waist. Surprise had
delayed his climax; now it overwhelmed him. Her red mouth
smothered his cry and matched it. He embraced Phryne as she
collapsed onto his chest and panted for breath.
He felt tears trickle down his cheeks and tasted salt on his
mouth. He was crying.
Phryne untangled their limbs and lay down beside him, and
he put his head on her breast. She felt him sob and said gently,
‘Simon?’
‘Oh, Phryne, oh, beautiful lady,’ he whispered. ‘I never…I
never thought that the love of woman would be so…so…’
‘Overwhelming?’ She was still breathless, and her body
burned under his hands. Her voice, however, was light and
almost careless.