The Davonshire Series 2: Loving Words (19 page)

David had been angry at him for using his pain to write W.E. Devons’ last book.  This time around, his pain was alive as well as his love for a woman, he wasn’t sure would want him once she knew the real him.

E
lsie tortured him and made him wait two weeks.  It also took that long to regain her trust.  He had Rita dig deeper into her background and realized that her ex, Roscoe, left her for dead on the side of the road, which sent the man to prison for five to eight years.  Roscoe was recently released, which coincided with Elsie’s acceptance of his job offer.  Maybe fate was kind in putting him together with his biggest fan, who happened to be a writer, who was also afraid of love. He wanted to try.  He wanted to try with Elsie.

As he headed to bed, Wilfred saw the scarf on the door.  His first thoughts were of her waiting behind that door in that threadbare gown. 
And those thighs
.  His body immediately reacted, but he had to settle down.
Shower.
Shower first then headed to her room
.

He tapped lightly on her door and found her sitting on the side of the bed in a robe.  Elsie welcomed him into the room by standing and opening the robe to reveal one of his sister’s creations, which removed all expression completely from his face.  The red “sock it to me” outfit along with all the purple in the room was too much for him.

“I look stupid, don’t I?”  She said quickly as she closed the robe and plopped down on the bed.

“No, I was just surprised to see you in lingerie.  You look amazing.”  Wilfred squatted down in front of her.  “But this outfit isn’t you, and it’s not me either.  Lingerie is meant to make the woman feel sexy.  If it doesn’t make you feel that way, then take it off.”

His hand rubbed her thigh.
I am touching those thighs
.

“Plus all this purple is giving me performance anxiety.”  He added, “And I am not comfortable with the idea of Prince staring at my naked ass.”  She gave him a nervous laugh. 

He rose, taking her by the hand.  “I have an idea.  Put on that gown you wore on that night in the kitchen.” 

He wiggled his eyebrows.  “And then come to my room.”  He kissed her quickly on the lips.  “Make it quick, okay?  I am going to go nuts if I have to wait much longer.”

Elsie quickly changed and made her way to his room, her body filling with excitement and nervousness at the same time.  She cracked open the door to find him standing at the window with his hands in the pockets of his lounge pants and the braid hanging loosely down his back.  She noted there was nothing personal in the room and the walls were gunmetal blue with a white stripe down one wall trimmed in bright green.  The bed was covered with a matching Matelassé coverlet with large white pillows and a single bright green pillow.  “That is the biggest bed, I have ever seen in my life,” she told him. It was the size of two full size beds put together.

“I had it custom made,” he told her as he eyed the gown.  “I always had this vision of a big family.  You know, Saturday morning, the kids climbing in bed…” The lighting from the bathroom cast a soft glow on her.  The threadbare fabric showed everything his mind had remembered from the night in the kitchen.  Wilfred felt a moment of light-headedness as all the blood in his body seemed to rush to his groin.

“Dear Lord, you are lovely,” he gazed at her as he turned and she was again amazed at the size of his need.

“Will, I’m not sure you’re going to fit,” she looked down at herself, covering her breasts and womanhood with her hands.

“It will work out okay.  Relax and trust me,” he told her.

“I don’t know if I can. You said you weren’t going to be gentle,” she turned and moved towards the door.

Wilfred was uncertain how to respond, so he asked her, “Where do you want me?”

She looked at the bed.  An old-fashioned guy by nature, he went to lock the door even though there was no one on the floor but the two of them.  He walked over and kissed her.

“We will move at your pace, Elsie.”  He stood close to her.  “I think we should start by simply exploring each other and figuring out what we like.”  His hand touched her cheek, caressing it softly.  “You want my clothes on or off?”

Elsie was suddenly feeling bold.  “I want everything off, but in my head, I envisioned myself undressing you.”  Wilfred faced her with his hands at his side, placing his knee on the bed to climb in. She smacked him on the ass.

“That is a really nice ass,” she told him as he moved to the center of the bed and lay flat on his back.  The powerful erection was pushing against the soft cotton fabric of his pants.  She couldn’t help it. She said, “Dayummmmm!”

He laughed as she began a tentative exploration of his body, removing his shirt first. She became emboldened as he laid back on the pillows as she straddled him.  The threadbare gown covered very little, which turned him on even more.  Even if it killed him, he was not going to be like a mad dog when he made love his Elsie.

With his hands behind his head, he could feel the heat of her womanhood through the material of his pants as she straddled and moved against his growing need.  She planted small kisses on his neck and told him, “This spot right here…” she ran her tongue over his clavicle, “… is one of my favorite spots on your body.”  His feet inadvertently began to twitch as he swallowed hard.

“I could never confuse you with the men in the books, Will.  They aren’t real, but this spot here,” she kissed him right below the rib cage where the black hair began its trail down through his abs and into his pants. “This is very real and my second favorite spot on this magnificent body.”

Elsie’s tentative hands ran over his abs and she planted soft kisses on his chest.  His fingers dug into the pillows in an effort to not grab for her.  She worked her way down his torso.  “My third favorite spot on this wonderful body of yours is here,” she tugged at the waistband of his loungers and exposed the iliac crest, applying small kisses, along with her fingers trailing down into his trousers and gripping the rigid flesh. Wilfred nearly came out of the bed.  In his mind, her touch would feel wondrous, in real life, it was about to be over before it even started.

He was never one for fellatio, but her gentle, inexperienced attempts were arousing him to the point of wanting to be selfish and let go.
Right now
!  He stared at the door in an effort not to embarrass himself.

“Am I doing it wrong?” she asked, which snapped him out of his trance.

He reached for her and pulled her to him.  “No, it feels a bit too good.”  He kissed her hard on the mouth and rolled her over to her back.  She could feel him moving against her, but he pulled back and slid off the bed to remove his pants and get protection from the drawer.  He asked for her help to apply it and he aided her in removing the gown.  “Can I explore your body now, Elsie?”  She moved back on the bed and he marveled at her full woman’s body, which she tried to cover with her hands.

Will pushed her hands away so he could stare at her. “You are so beautiful, let me look at you… take you all in,” he told her as he moved over her naked body.  He whispered praises in her ear as he planted small kisses on her neck, working his way down to her breasts.

“These,” he whispered as he took her breasts in his hands, “I have dreamed about.”  His tongue ran across the nipple, causing her hips to press into the bed. His hands slid lower to the juncture between her thighs, allowing his finger to run through the fullness of the curls. 

“This is magnificent, I have been wanting, so badly… to…” she felt his finger slip inside. 

Her body wasn’t ready for him yet.  Using his fingers, he toyed with the nub of flesh to increase her enthusiasm to join them together.  His mouth found hers again while his hands worked low, his mouth worked high and his thighs pressed against hers to encourage her body to ready itself for his entry.  He poised himself at the precipice, pressing the tip of his excitement to the entry.

There was no give. 
I have some work to do
.

His mouth left hers and trailed back down to her breast.  His fingers still worked low as he allowed his lips to trail down her body.

“Elsie… sweet, sweet Elsie….” he said as he spread her legs and broke his cardinal rule, but he wanted to please her. He needed her ready and hungry for him.  He needed to teach her body to want him as much as he wanted her.  “The smell of your nectar is…”

Elsie nearly came off the bed as she felt his mouth there!  He expertly moved his tongue, causing a floodgate of feelings to rush to her lower regions.  She was aching for him to enter her and pulling at his shoulders.  He came back to her mouth and pressed again at the entryway.  This was going to be an exercise in patience – patience he was not used to having.

“You are so tight,” he said and attempted to push forward again to no avail. 

“And you are half horse.…”  She started to scramble backwards on the bed, but he caught her by the ankle and pulled her back.

“Sweetheart, we are going to have to do this together, okay?”  His voice was full of tension. He explained that the movements and breathing were the same as what he taught her in yoga.  “When I push in, I need you to exhale and raise your hips to meet my thrust, okay?” 

He kissed her deeply again.  “If it feels okay, when you exhale, I need you to say yes, okay?”  He asked if she was ready.  He lowered his head again, adding as much moisture as he could with his mouth.

“You taste as sweet as you are, Lady.”

He kissed her again and positioned himself. He pushed.  She exhaled.  Which each thrust he moved in deeper and she relaxed, accepting him in.  His forehead was beaded with sweat, but he continued the slow torture.  He talked her through it, but he was about to lose it.  “I need to go deeper.  I need to make you mine, Elsie.”

Her eyes were wide.  “There’s more of you?” she asked incredulously.

“I’m only half way in,” he told her with a strained voice.

“Good Lord, man, I don’t know if I can handle anymore of you!”  Her eyes got wide when he pulled back and thrust hard. 

“Elsie, sweetheart, concentrate on our movements, make love to me like you have imagined it would be between us,” he told her as he pushed gently and pulled back.  Slowly, he slid into her again and pulled back.  He repeated his movements over and over until he felt her move with him.  “You feel so, so good,” he told her as he withdrew and slid in deeper.

“Talk to me, Elsie.  Am I making you feel good?”

She swallowed hard.  Her fingers held on around his neck.  “Yes, I like it.”

It wasn’t good enough for him.  He needed his Elsie to love it.  He withdrew almost completely as he bent his head, taking her breast in his hand and sucking on the nipple.  As she arched her back, he plunged deep.  As deep as he could go.

“Ahhh … ooohh,” she said as she started to gnaw on his arm. Will withdrew and plunged even deeper, withdrew again, and this time used short thrusts that seemed to stroke an inner button that made her body heat up at least three degrees.

Elsie pressed her hands against his chest to slow him down. He reduce his speed, kissing her face, her neck, her mouth.  “What’s wrong?  Am I hurting you?”

“No,” she whispered through raspy breaths.  “Yes,” she said, uncertain.  He arched his brows, asking which one is it was.  She was hoarse from her ragged breathing.  “Will, it feels really good, but it also hurts…”

“Okay.…”  He captured her mouth again and went back to work.  He could feel her tightening around him and turned her slightly on her hip.  He smacked her on her ass and rolled to his back.  “You take over and finish your way.”

“Finish what?”  She looked confused until he grabbed her hips and showed her how to ride him.  With his hands on her butt cheeks, he raised her a bit and slowly lowered her over him. 

“Use your thighs to
control
me, Elsie.”  His dark eyes picked up the light in the room.

Elsie’s mouth got wide.  Will lifted her hips again, and this time when he lowered her, he twisted her hips in a corkscrew fashion, bringing her down at a different angle. “Keep moving, sweetheart, until you find a rhythm that works for you,” he told her.

She could feel her body tightening around him some more.  He licked his thumb and began to massage the nub of flesh hidden within her folds and she began to buck hard against him and suddenly stopped.  Waving her hands in the air, she yelled, “Hot dogs with chili sauce!”

His eyes had been closed and they popped open with concern on his face.  “What’s wrong, Elsie?  Is it still hurting, tearing, bruising you?  Talk to me….”

“I’m feeling weird down there, Will, we should stop,” she told him, uncertain what was happening to her body.

Wilfred gently rubbed his hands on her thighs, and then reached up to caress her face.  “Describe what you’re feeling.”

“I just feel like my entire lower region is tightening up.”

“That’s good.”  He raised his torso to kiss her again.  “Let go and go with it… you are going to like the way it ends.”  He placed his hands under her hips and began to raise and lower her over his need with slow rhythmic movements.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.  And I’m going to like it as much as you do.  Don’t be shy, sweetie,
control
me, ride me!”

Elsie started moving her hips again as he used his thumb once more– she started to let go. 

“Oh,” she moaned as she raised and lowered her hips like she was riding Morgana.

“Yessss,” she said through gritted lips as she raised and came down with a twist on him.  Wilfred sat up, grabbed her breast and sucked on the right nipple.