Chapter 7 #2
David was much stronger than he looked. Under all that satin and gold thread, brass buttons a plenty, Louisa realised that he was far more powerful than she had given him credit for.
Seemingly without any trouble whatsoever, he strode up the staircase with her in his arms as though she was nothing but a pillow he was adding to his bed.
Louisa shivered at the mere thought. His bed. What was she doing? Was she really about to permit her innocence to be taking by a gentleman who had disappeared from her life for an entire year?
But as she looked up at him, Louisa’s heart skipped a beat. It was David. Whatever reason he had for going, respect, fear, whatever it was…he had come back.
And right now, as a storm raged around them, that was all that mattered.
David had a certain amount of trouble when he reached the landing, and Louisa giggled as she reached out and turned the door handle of his guest bedchamber.
“You need an extra pair of hands there.”
“Oh, Louisa Jarrold,” said David darkly as he stepped into the room and threw her onto the bed. “Wouldn’t you like to know what I can do with an extra pair of hands.”
Heat scalded Louisa’s cheeks at the very thought.
She knew the mechanics of this of course, but then she had known the basics of what a kiss was before she and David had shared that perfect moment in the Winter Garden last year, and she could never have imagined that such jolts of longing, such a desperate ache to be touched, could be sparked by just lips touching.
And now those lips were about to touch her again. Louisa looked up, eagerly, at David as he shut the door behind him with a snap.
“Lou, you cannot imagine how long I have waited for you,” David said with almost a growl, kicking off his boots and pulling off his jacket.
Louisa swallowed. This was all of a sudden becoming far more real than she could have imagined. “Almost as long as I have waited for you, I suppose.”
That made him stop. David stared down at her, nothing but devotion in his eyes, but now there was something else creasing his face. An emotion that Louisa did not exactly recognise.
It was a medley of fear, and pain, and desire, and devotion, and longing, all wrapped up in the handsome face of the man she knew she would give anything to. Do anything for.
Anything.
“Probably just as long, I suppose,” said David in a low voice, a wry smile on his face. “But now I am ready to show you just how much I wanted you, Louisa. Just how beautiful you are, just how desired.”
Louisa shivered, the feeling of the soft sheets beneath her. She did not precisely know what David meant, but every part of her longed to find out.
“Lie back,” said David quietly. “And close your eyes.”
For a moment, she was tempted to disobey; to say that whatever was about to happen between them, she was going to keep her eyes firmly open, if it was all the same to him.
But Louisa saw nothing but devotion and respect in David’s expression. Whatever it was he wanted to do to her, she was certain – completely certain that she would enjoy it.
Lying back, hands slightly shaking as she tugged down her skirts to a more respectable covering length, Louisa took one final look at David, standing by the bed, before she closed her eyes.
And then opened them again with a cry of, “David!”
Louisa had been unable to help herself. It was an entirely natural reaction, after all, to someone lifting up your skirts and kissing you…kissing you…
“Do you want me to stop?” asked a muffled voice underneath her gown.
Louisa attempted to get enough breath in her lungs to even answer the question, but it seemed impossible. How on earth was anyone supposed to speak after feeling such…such sensations? It was not possible. It was madness!
“Don’t stop,” Louisa breathed as she fell back to the bed, closing her eyes. “Oh, David!”
She squirmed under his touch, his tongue at first gently, and then none too gently stroking that most secret place of her body.
Oh, it was heavenly, and yet surely so sinful, the intense waves of pleasure that were rocking through her body, emanating from that centre of her that was growing and growing in warmth.
Louisa arched her back again, unable to contain herself. She wanted more, more of him, more of this pleasure, more of whatever this feeling was that was building in her core, an ache, an itch that she desperately needed David to scratch.
“David,” she cried, as his tongue entered her.
Fists balling the bedsheets, Louisa could feel it coming, whatever this wave was, whatever this intensity was, growing inside her, and she could do nothing but cry out his name into the stormy night as her whole body exploded.
Ecstasy washed through her, pleasure as she had never known.
And he did not cease; David did not stop kissing her, licking her, teasing her, until the pleasure subsided. Until Louisa could slow, gently, release the coverlet she had been clasping.
Until her breathing started again.
“That…that was…”
David emerged from her skirts as Louisa attempted to open her eyes. “I thought it might be.”
Louisa stared at him, utterly unable to believe that such sensations could be created. “You…”
“Do you want more?”
She swallowed at that. “More?”
David nodded. “I…I will admit, Lou, I do not think I will last long, I – damnit, I have wanted you for so long – ”
He did not need to explain himself. Louisa was not interested in explanations, not anymore. Everything could be understood between them in a new way, now that she knew just what pleasure could be shared.
She reached out a hand. “Make love to me, David. Again, I mean.”
Heat seared her cheeks but David did not laugh; on the contrary, he rose from the bed and started swiftly removing his breeches.
“What are you – oh!”
Oh indeed. Louisa stared at the heavy manhood that was released from David’s breeches, erect and standing to attention as he looked at her.
Before she could say anymore, David had joined her on the bed, her skirts pushed up and her eager hands pulling him closer. Louisa lifted up her mouth to be kissed and was rewarded with a sensuous passion that teased her tongue and made every part of her body tingle.
That new ache she had just discovered was starting to build again, growing stronger and stronger the more David kissed her, and Louisa could only moan in his mouth as he slowly, steadily, inched his way into her.
“Oh Lou,” David groaned. “You feel so – ”
“More,” interrupted Louisa, mind scattered, only able to focus on the pleasure that was building in her that had to be crested. “More!”
And he gave her more. Holding onto his shoulders as though they would be the only things to keep her attached to the earth, Louisa gave herself up to the pleasure and sensual decadence that overwhelmed her as David thrust into her, slowly at first, and then building a rhythm – a rhythm not too unlike the one his tongue had teased across her secret place.
Louisa’s eyes fluttered shut as she clung on, the ache building, the warmth within her growing, until –
“David!”
Her body exploded once again, twinges of ecstasy rocketing through her right to her fingertips, and this time David joined her.
“Lou!”
With a few rapid thrusts, David collapsed into Louisa’s waiting and welcoming arms.