Romance: Detective Romance: A Vicious Affair (Victorian Regency Intrigue 19th England Romance) (Historical Mystery Detective Romance) (65 page)

Elizabeth was surprised that two days stretched on without a visit from David Weatherby. She wondered if the man had simply given up. She went to sleep on the third night after giving him the ultimatum with thoughts of him in her head. She woke to a light tapping, and it took her a moment in her drowsy state to realize the tapping was coming from one of the windows in her bedroom. She rubbed at her eyes and looked towards the window, gasping when she saw David’s face there.

She hurried to the window and pulled it open. “What are you doing?” she asked as he climbed inside. “How did you get up here?”

“I’ve always been adept at climbing, as you’ll remember from our time as children in my father’s garden with that large oak tree.

“Why have you climbed into my room?” she asked.

“I cannot give up on you,” he said, and he bent down and pressed his lips to hers before she could stop him, and once the kiss was happening, she did not want to stop him. He tasted of rum, she was sure he had been drinking before he had come. But it was enjoyable, surprisingly, and when she parted her lips slightly he took advantage, and their tongues were dancing together.

She was wearing a white night gown which covered her to her ankles. But the thin material did little to stop him from feeling her body, first with his hands which he placed on her hips, and then with his body when he pulled her close to him. Her breasts were pushed up against his chest, and she felt her nipples harden as his tongue continued to explore his mouth. One hand left her hip and traveled up her back, stopping for a moment at the small of her back, where he pulled her even closer, and she felt his engorged member push against the bottom of her stomach. And then his hand kept going, and his fingers entwined in her long hair. The kiss broke.

“What are you doing?” she said with a moan.

“Be quiet,” David commanded, and she listened. He pushed her back towards her bed, and she fell upon it. She scooted back and he came onto the bed as well, holding himself over her and kissing her once more. Then he broke the kiss and his lips planted a trail of kisses on her chin, down her throat, and onto the portion of her chest which was exposed. His long, strong fingers hooked into the neckline of her nightgown and he tugged it down, freeing her breasts. He looked at her for a moment, and she watched him looking, her breath caught in her chest, her hands balled into fists and drawn close to her body, almost covering her breasts. Her nipples were dark pink, hard rosebuds atop pale white mounds of ample bosom. She couldn’t take his staring any more, it embarrassed her, but she was excited, a steamy longing in her womanhood. She pressed her palms to her breasts in an effort to cover up.

David grinned and spoke in a hushed whisper. “Move your hands.”

“No,” she said.

“Now,” he said, and she did, despite herself. When her small hands left her breasts he dipped his head and pressed his lips to one of her nipples. He took it into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive area, and the young woman moaned softly in the darkness.

He explored her breasts with his hands and his mouth, and then he was moving away from her, and Elizabeth felt a wave of regret wash over her, not regret about what she was doing, but regret that he appeared to be leaving, and she wouldn’t be able to kiss him again.

But he wasn’t leaving at all. David stopped when he was crouched at her hips, and he reached to the material of her long nightgown and began pushing it up. Elizabeth felt the regret about not kissing him being replaced with panic. He was pushing the hem of her gown up, and he would expose her womanhood. No man had seen her there, no man had touched her there. Was he going to make love to her? At this point, she didn’t think she would be able to stop him. Nor would she want to. A wave of heat was rolling through her loins, a desire for him meant she made no effort to stop him when he finished pushing the nightgown up, and she even lifted her backside from the bed so he could push it up over her hips. She wore no small clothes to bed, and she felt exposed to him. Her breasts were still out, and now he could see her womanhood, with the mound of hair above her moist female lips.

“What are you going to do?” Elizabeth asked, with an edge of worry in her voice. David grinned up at her, though she could barely see him since the only light was that of the silver moon which hung in the sky and cast its pale shine through her windows. And then his head lowered, and his mouth was on her womanhood, and Elizabeth was thrown into a frenzy of bliss and sensuality.

David had used his mouth on a woman before, she knew that. He was well practiced, and gentle. He ran his tongue along her, trailing it with his finger, and Elizabeth pulled a pillow to her mouth, biting down on it so she wouldn’t scream out and send someone running into her room.

Before she knew it there was an explosion of orgasmic sensations in her loins, and she felt her whole body shaking. David kept his mouth upon her as she reached climax, grinning against her as she rocked back and forth. Her stomach muscles spasmed and clenched, and she reached down to run her fingers through his hair. When he was sure she was done, he leaned back.

“Will you be mine now?” he asked.

“No,” Elizabeth breathed. “I will not.”

David stood up, working to keep his anger from springing forth. He hadn’t thought it would be that easy, but he had been hoping.

“Still,” the young woman said, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed. “I couldn’t leave you going home with no release yourself.”

It was obvious that his member was hard, it pushed against the pleat of his trousers. She reached for him, her hands slow and unpracticed. She undid his trousers and he sprang forth, his penis engorged and bobbing in the air as blood raced through it. David said nothing as he looked down and watched the young girl take him into her hand. She didn’t move her hand, she just gripped him near the base. She was looking at his manhood, as though she had never seen one. It occurred to David that she probably hadn’t, a rare trait in the girl he was usually with.

“You don’t have to,” David said in a low voice.

“I know,” Elizabeth said, and then she leaned forward and pressed her plump lips against the head of his penis, kissing it. She looked up to him, and he smiled down to her, and then she opened her mouth, and let him inside.

She was so virginal, so new, that though she didn’t know what to do exactly, he had never felt a woman feel so good, no matter how he entered into her sexually. She took more of him into her mouth, and then she would pull back, leaving a slick sheen to shine in the soft moonlight.

David put a hand on the back of her head, helping guide her as she bobbed back and forth. He couldn’t help himself, and it didn’t take him long until he reached climax. He knew many girls didn’t appreciate the taste of semen, so as he came he pulled his hips back, and he shot three long strands of thick white semen onto her exposed breasts.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking down at the girl, and becoming keenly aware of just how untouched she had been.

“Do not be,” she said, looking down at her own chest. When she looked up, he had already pushed himself back into his breeches, and was backing towards the window.

“Take me for a walk tomorrow,” she said as he left, and he nodded.

*****

David called on Elizabeth just after lunch, and they walked on her father’s grounds, arm in arm.

“Last night was like nothing I had ever felt,” she said, when they were well away from the house, and any ears which might overhear them.

“I can say the same,” David said.

That made Elizabeth laugh. “I doubt that was the first time a woman has done that to you.”

“Well, I didn’t mean it exactly like that,” David said truthfully. “I mean it was like nothing I’d ever felt.”

They walked in silence for a moment. Near the rear of Elizabeth’s father‘s acres, there was a small pond, and they made their way towards it.

“May I ask you something?” Elizabeth said.

“You may.”

“Why have you never shown interest in me? Beyond interest in my maidenhead?”

David thought for a moment. “It isn’t you. You’re beautiful, and smart, and charming. I think it was the idea of being married. I was used to a certain lifestyle, and I didn’t want to feel as though I had to be different.”

Elizabeth nodded. “Thank you for telling the truth.”

“I may be a lot of things, but I am not a liar,” David said. They walked on in silence until they reached the pond. The water was a dark green, the surface still except for small circular ripples whenever a turtle poked his head up for a breath of air.

What happened next, David couldn’t have foreseen. They sat on the grass, Elizabeth folding the skirt of her gown beneath her as she did, so she wouldn’t be lost in the large ring of fabric, and they simply spoke. David rarely spoke with anyone the way he spoke then. They recalled stories from their childhood, so many hours spent together. They spoke of their hopes for the future, their regrets of the past.

“I want to do better,” David said as the sky turned the soft orange of evening.

“Then do better,” Elizabeth said.

David didn’t know what that meant, and he worked it out slowly in conversation with the beautiful girl.

Hours had passed since the first sat down and they grew hungry. David rose and helped Elizabeth to do the same, and they returned to her home.

“Will you dine with me?” she asked.

“I think not,” David said with a soft smile. “I would very much like to, but I feel the need to speak with my father. You are wise beyond your years,” he added.

“I hope to see you tomorrow,” Elizabeth said, and David took her hand and kissed it.

“I expect you will,” he said, and then he took his leave.

David and his father spoke at length that night, sharing glasses of brandy and a couple of cigars. David expressed his desire to learn the industry from his father, and that he yearned to take over at the bank within a year, as his father had wanted. At first, his father seemed hesitant, and David knew he worried that his son was simply trying to get back home, and get an allowance once more. But when David assured his father that he wanted no allowance, and would instead take pay from working at the bank, his father agreed. The two men hugged that night, something they had not done for some time.

The next morning, David hurried to see Elizabeth. He wanted to share the news with her, and he wanted to thank her. He would be working for the first time in his life later that morning, alongside his father, and if he had not spoken with the young girl, and through her learned what it really took to be happy in life, it would not have been happening.

While David was on his way to visit Elizabeth, Rupert had already called on her. They sat once more in the garden.

“I asked your father for you hand,” Rupert said. “Did you know that?”

“My father did tell me,” the young woman said. They say on the same bench where he had been kissing her in the days previous. He took her hand.

“I love you with all of my heart. I asked again. He told me you made some wager with David.”

“I did,” Elizabeth said. She didn’t pull her hand away from Rupert’s, but she felt as if though she should. She liked Rupert, and she knew she could love him. But something about David, she was hopeful he would impress her, hopeful he would make her believe that he loved her, and wanted to marry her, and not into the money her father would give him.

“I could take care of you. I would never gamble, never whore. I don’t think that could be said about David Weatherby,” Rupert went on.

“Perhaps not,” Elizabeth allowed with a slight nod of her head.

“So what is it? What compels you to reject me?”

“Oh, Rupert,” Elizabeth started. “It’s not rejection of you, it’s yearning for him.”

Rupert nodded, and let her hand fall away. He stood up and moved to a shallow stone pool, which had large golden fish swimming within it, surrounded by colorful flowers. It was the center of the grand garden. Elizabeth got up and moved to stand beside him.

“Don’t hurt me like this,” she said softly.

“Hurt you?”

“I care for you. I do. I love you even. In a way.”

Rupert sighed. “But not in a way like your love for him?”

“No. Not yet. Not when I love him so,” Elizabeth said. She felt frustrated, she was sure that no matter how she composed her words, she would never be able to adequately explain her feelings to Rupert.

He spun away. “I call too often. I am sorry for that. I should go.”

“No!” she said suddenly, surprising him and even herself. She reached out and placed a hand on his arm. He stopped and turned to her, and there was another shock between them as she leaned forward and up, standing on the toes of her heeled white shoes and placed a soft kiss upon his lips.

David had arrived moments before and he had assured the old servant who answered he knew how to get to the garden. He was just walking through the doorway and outside when he saw them, standing near the goldfish pool. Elizabeth, the woman he had realized he really did love, the woman who had made him realize what a fool he had been in almost every aspect of his life, was kissing another man.