The second and final part of this two-shot. Rated M, as it should be.

Enjoy!


Part II: Marvel

If ever the term 'firecracker' had fit a woman, it was Zelda. She was a marvel, generous and passionate and beautiful in her pleasure. Philip watched her eyes flutter shut as he cupped her breast, while his mouth latched onto the other one. He might be somewhat cold and callous in his demeanor, but as a lover, Philip enjoyed lavishing attention upon his partners.

There had been little preamble. Clothes had been shed, with Zelda initiating the process by unbuttoning his shirt. Things had quickly grown heated after that, and Philip hadn't been afforded much of an opportunity to admire her figure. It had been alluring in that dress, but seeing the bare, pale expanse of skin at his disposal was making him throb.

His hands stroked lower, over her taut belly and the flare of her hips. Pulling back, he gazed down at her.

"Your expression right now is the dictionary definition of a smolder," she remarked, with a laugh in her voice.

Normally that smolder was more akin to a glare, but surely no man could glare at Zelda, not even the contemptuous Philip.

"Is that so?" he asked, his voice deep and husky. Still looking at her, he kissed first one hipbone, then the other. She nodded, but her gray eyes darkened to an almost charcoal color. "Well, it might have something to do with the beautiful woman lying underneath me."

To his amusement but not to his surprise, Zelda did not blush. She laughed.

"There's no more need to be charming," she said dryly. "You've already got me in bed."

"My, my," Philip's eyebrow rose. "Not only do you dye your hair flaming red and flaunt your figure, you also dispense with false demureness. What a fascinating woman you are, madam."

She shrugged, which produced a rather intriguing effect that caught and held Philip's attention.

"Why should I pretend to be someone I'm not?"

"Societal expectations?"

"Oh yes, those," she mused aloud. "If I conformed to how society expected a woman to behave, I would certainly not be here with you. And that, I think, would be a shame."

Philip was prevented from responding as she pulled his head down for a kiss. Their lips met and opened. Hands caressed and stroked. Thighs slotted together, bringing pelvises into contact to join slick softness with rigid smoothness.

He enjoyed how responsive she was, how she arched up into him when his finger circled her clit, before it dipped lower and deeper. Her thighs parted, allowing him unrestricted access of which he took full advantage. Another finger slipped inside, stroking her, coaxing sounds from her that shot straight to his groin.

So entranced was he by her that he didn't notice the hand snaking down until it closed around his erection. He jerked reflexively, and the motion pressed her thumb into his frenulum. Philip groaned. Zelda echoed it as he continued to thrust his fingers and increased the pressure on her clit. Her breathing changed, and he felt the first signs of her impending climax. It only took one, hard nudge of his fingers, before she gave a shuddering moan and tightened her grip on his cock. Philip very nearly came, as well.

Wasting no time, he removed his fingers and eased into her, groaning at the way her slick, tight heat surrounded him. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him in to the hilt. He began with long, slow thrusts, but as Zelda met each one, he picked up the pace. Philip was hurtling swiftly and steadily towards orgasm, when hands pushed against his shoulders.

His eyes opened, and he surveyed her with the most concern he'd likely shown anyone.

"Have I hurt you?"

"No," she said. "I just want you on your back now."

He raised his eyebrows in mild surprise but slid his hands under her to roll them. Gazing up at her, he grinned. Her neatly pinned hair had come free and was hanging in loose ringlets around her face. Philip couldn't resist burying his fingers in them as he pulled her in for a kiss.

Zelda began moving, rotating and undulating her hips and tempting his hands from her curls. She squeezed around him; he squeezed her flesh in response. Now it was his turn to meet her movements, thrusting up with each downward swivel of her pelvis. Their lips parted as they shared panted breaths and swallowed each other's moans, gasps, and groans.

Warmth pooled at the base of Philip's spine, spreading like wildfire to other parts of his anatomy. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, nails digging in, and he knew Zelda was close, too. She broke away from him to rest her forehead against his as she moved atop him. Seconds later, her tight heat clamped down on him, and she cried out softly. A few more thrusts had him groaning through his own release and pulling her tightly against his body.

Philip held her like that while their spasms abated, his face hidden in the crook of her neck. When he finally looked at her again, she was grinning.

"Those were some very, very large bee's knees," Zelda quipped. Her eyes still managed to twinkle, despite her otherwise sated, sleepy expression.

He kissed her, and if his own lips twitched into the hint of a smile...well, Philip was okay with that.