The Davonshire Series 2: Loving Words (20 page)

“Oh, heck yeah,” she said as she bucked her hips harder, riding him like she had Morgana in their morning races.  Her hands were on his chest and she pressed downwards on him, separating his mouth from her breast and using her core muscles to ride him fast and hard.

“Use those wonderful thighs on me, Elsie,” he growled.  He felt her thighs tighten about his sides.  “Control me, sweetie,
control
me!”

Elsie squeezed her thighs around him as she bounced up and down on him, then changed her pace, rocking forward, then back, bouncing up, then down, “Yes, yes, yes… Will, oh my… oh my… oh… shiitake mushrooms!”

Her orgasm was so strong she nearly brought him with her.

As she neared the end, he rolled her onto her back.  “My turn, Ms. Elsie.”  He wrapped her legs around his waist and he pumped hard.  She clawed at his back and he allowed himself to let go.  She cried out his name and he literally growled as his body fired the first of his orgasm, but it felt like it wouldn’t stop.

“Damn, Elsie!” he continued thrusting so hard he was pushing her across the bed.  “Hold on to me, sweetheart, hold on…” He bucked his hips against her hard, plunging deeper with each stroke.  Elsie’s hands held him around his neck as his hips rolled in and under, filling her deeper and deeper with each thrust.  His breathing was labored, he was sweating, and he wormed his way from her grasp.  Wilfred stared deep into her eyes as he stroked himself into her, hard and deep, never breaking eye contact. He watched her face as he began his climax. His face contorted like he was in excruciating pain and he cried out, “
Oohhh shittttttt
!” He bared his teeth as he pumped into her, dumping everything he had as he found his release.

 This orgasm was powerful, it was all consuming.  He was shaking when he finished, like his body was in shock.  He collapsed on top of her with an almost depleted feeling of blissful exhaustion.

“Will, are you okay?” she asked him softly.

“I don’t think I can move.”  He laughed into her shoulder.

Reluctant to leave her side, he pulled the sheet over her and excused himself for a minute to take care of the waste.  When he stood on the side of the bed, he lapsed into a different language.  His eyes were wide as she tried to figure out what he was saying.  Will was looking down at himself. Elsie’s eyes followed his gaze to see what was wrong.

The condom had been ripped to shreds.

“Oooooh, Elsie, look what you did!”

For a moment they both stared at each other.  She was shocked at the sight of the ripped up condom, but uncertain how it was her fault alone.  “I have been tested and I am drug and cootie free.”  He searched for the right words, only to add that he was the same.  They both began to think of worst case scenarios, best case outcomes and quick fixes. 

“Worst case scenario,” she said, “we could be parents.”

Wilfred turned his back to her so she could not see the grin on his face. 
I would be okay with that
.  In the bathroom, he prepped a wet, cool cloth for her and wiped down before returning to the bed.  He threw back the covers and grabbed her by the ankle, dragging her across the bed, pulling her to him with a smile on his face.  He raised her right leg, allowing the left to fall open so he could apply the cool cloth to help with the swelling and bruising.  She inhaled sharply as he pressed down with the cloth.  He removed the cloth again to touch her there, which shot a spark through her.  “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Checking for tearing….”  He held the cloth in his hand.  “Parents, heh?”

He was absent-mindedly toying with her and she attempted to remove his hand from her delicate parts. “Will, was that an… um,” she didn’t know how to ask the question.

“What, an orgasm?” he asked still moving his fingers.

She was running her hands up and down his arms as she posed her next question.  “Will you give me one of those every time we are together?”

He had moved back onto the bed and was now lying beside her, his hands stroking her breasts.  “I will do my best.”  She was smiling as his fingers once again managed to find their way back into her womanhood.

“Will, you were right. I liked the way that ended. Was I okay?  I mean, did I make it good for you, too?”

“Any better, and my heart would have exploded.”  He planted soft kisses on her face and told her how much he needed her again, but was worried.  He pressed the cloth back to her.

“There is the morning after pill.”  She explained what is and how it worked.  He seemed amazed, and asked, “Is it scientifically proven to work?”

“That’s a good thing, then.”  He dropped the cloth on the floor and pushed her towards the center of the bed.  “I think we need to start round two.”  

Elsie told him, “I don’t know if I can handle round two. You are a lot of man. I will probably end up curled in a ball like a baby.” 

“Baby, come to daddy,” was all he said as he claimed her mouth and then her body for the second time that night, making her a promise that first thing in the morning they would head into town to purchase the magic pills.

They never made it to the store.  The morning and day only brought a firestorm of issues, problems, and headaches.  During the middle of the night, a freakish windstorm blew in, ripping a section of the roof off the warehouse. A flash rainstorm followed the windstorm and washed a rattlesnake pit free, and there were now snakes loose around the warehouse and apartments.  Will and White Bear headed out to begin a rattlesnake round up which was at the top of Will’s list of shit he truly hated to do.  Coupled with poisonous snakes all over the place, repairmen arrived on the property to take care of the torn roof.

In the office, Rod was up in arms because three of the finalists that were initially selected had to be rejected when their works failed the plagiarism and copyright check.  The next three winners had to be placed in the pile for review and Elsie had to start all over.  The deadline to announce the winner was in two days.  “Have these passed inspection, Rod?” she asked about the pile she had in her hands.

“Yes, they have,” he told her with some resignation.

“I’m on it.  I’ll start speed reading now.”

Loving Words
was still at the top of the list and would definitely be declared a winner.  This was the good news she wanted to share with her boss, but Elsie had not seen Will all day.

She had wanted to ride, but the moment she slid into the saddle, she winced with pain and decided today was not the best day to ride a pony after she had spent most of the night riding a bucking stallion. She had noted when she was showering that there were marks on her body.  Initially, she was confused where the bruises had come from, but a closer examination of her thighs, she notices the indention of a perfect set of even teeth.
Good Lord the man tried to eat me, literally
.
Aggressive lover my butt, I feel like I went three rounds with Mike Tyson!
She took a couple of ibuprofen tabs to help with some of the soreness, but it did not seem to help.

At lunchtime, she opted to return to the house and spend a few moments in the hot tub to release some of the soreness in her muscles. At about 4 pm, Wilfred was headed back to the house when he heard Gianni scream.  He took off running and found the boy behind the barn on the ground. A rattlesnake had spooked his horse and the horse had thrown him, breaking his arm in three places, along with his collarbone.  Elsie and Wilfred rushed him to the hospital and spent the better part of the evening waiting for the kid to be put back together. Gianni was also not one to handle a great deal of pain, so Elsie had to hold, pet and cuddle him to get him through the setting of the bones and casting.

Conchetta made dinner and cut up the chicken for Gianni to eat since his arm was affixed to his side and Wilfred had to help him get undressed.  “Pops, can the Lady come in and give me a sponge bath? I think I would like that a whole lot.” He told Will with a lopsided grin.

It was good to know he was at least properly medicated and resting comfortably.  Wilfred asked Conchetta to keep an eye on him.  He was worn to the bone and headed to bed.  He barely had a chance today to say a word to Elsie and there were so many things he wanted to say to her, as well as to wake up again with her in his bed. Somehow, he had managed to make it through the night.

Tonight he didn’t join her on the back porch, but headed straight for his shower.  Before he did, she slipped into Willie’s room and grabbed a scarf to hang on his door.  He was worn out.  He hated snakes more than anything, especially the kind that could kill you.  White Bear had purchased tons of sulfur and put it around the barns, apartments, guesthouse, and greenhouse.  He still shivered at the thought of the 13 types of rattlesnakes that could be found in Arizona, they had spotted at least ten today.  The one huge snake White Bear had wrangled made him get down and check under his bed.

I’m still creeped the hell out.
  He slid under the covers and could smell Elsie on his bolsters.  His body immediately responded.  Wilfred leaned against the pillows, trying to keep his eyes open when she entered the room.  He said nothing as he watched her lock the door and slowly cross the room and slide into bed.  He threw back the covers and slid over to allow her entry.  He placed a warm hand on her abdomen as he threw his right leg over her thighs, still saying nothing.

After about ten minutes, Elsie asked, “What are we doing?”

“I’m holding you, while trying to make an important decision.”

“A decision about what?” Elsie wanted to know. 

With all calmness and clarity he explained, “I think too much.”  In his head he was struggling with the idea that he needed to make a decision on what he wanted to
be
to her.

“I am afraid to make a decision as to what happens next.”

Elsie was curious.  “Do I have a say in this choice process, and if so what are my options?”

“Of course,” he politely informed her.  “I was just thinking that I understand that you are sore and very tender from last night and tonight, I just need to hold you.”

Elsie pondered his words in the dim light of the bedroom.  “Or my second choice?”

 “Or…” he added, “I could introduce you to some other ways of lovemaking that are non-invasive.”

  Elsie offered him a third alternative.  “What if it is my desire to make you mine instead?”

He raised his head and looked at her.  “I’m listening.”

She pushed away his thigh and rolled him to his back.  In one movement she removed the gown and sat astride him.  “I sat in that hot tub today for almost an hour.  I’m really not that sore.”  She moved suggestively on top of him.  “My body has been craving you all day long.  I barely could keep a thought in my head that did not include you.”

As she leaned forward and kissed his ear, she said, “I could hear the echo of
ooh shiittttt
in the back of my mind, remembering last night as you thrust so hard when you reached your moment that you were pushing me across the bed.” Elsie licked his ear lobe and sucked on the meaty part of his ear.

“That sound you made in the back of your throat.…”  She moved her hips against him as she ran her tongue across his clavicle.  He exhaled a small whimper.

“I have been craving the feel of your muscles when you hold me so tight you bruise my skin.”  She turned her side to show him the marks on her body from their lovemaking.

Wilfred was appalled that he had hurt her, “I am so sorry, Elsie.  I didn’t mean to be so rough with you, I tried to be as gentle as I could…” He reached for her trying to kiss the bruises. She pushed him back on the bed.

Elsie rubbed her breasts across the hairs of his chest.  “You turn me on so much that even doing this gets me halfway there.”  She showed him how her breasts craved the feel of his chest hairs as they grazed against her nipples, exciting the capillaries and forcing the buds to stand up, as she was now showing him. 

 Her fingers trailed up his thighs over the hair as she confessed, “I nearly lost it rubbing you down in oil. My underwear was as slick as the back of your thighs when I finished.”  Her lips touched his thighs and she took little nips on the inside of them, touching him there.  He sucked in his breath.

She could no longer wait herself as she took him, ready, eager, anxious in her hand and poised him at her entry.  “But most of all, Wilfred, I craved the look on your face when I,” she took him in, and inch at a time, “take you into to my love, to show you I’m yours.”  She moved to take more of him inside.  “I crave this connection – to please you.” He said nothing as he watched her face.  He stared into her eyes as she connected them again in love.

She rolled her hips.  “I crave you, Wilfred, I crave your touch.”

It was the sexiest thing anyone had ever said to him and he could not have written it better himself.  He told her, in so many words what he felt and what she meant to him and his life. Unfortunately for Elsie, he said the words in Portuguese.

“I don’t know what you just said Will, but it really sounded pretty,” she said as she flung her head back as he planted small kisses down her neck.

“I said, my sweet Elsie, I can now take my time.  I am no longer thirsty.”

  He made love to her slowly, without hurry, without caution, without caring about the consequences.  She was his and he loved her.

 And she loved him.

In Georgia, Roscoe Cleophus Jenkins had been out of prison for three months and could not locate the bitch that put him in there.  He checked her apartment and she was no longer there.  The landlord said she had packed up five months ago, paid the rent through the end of the year, and had the utilities cut off.  Mr. Tannebaum, nosey old fart, didn’t think she was coming back until December or so.

Roscoe asked about her mail.  Mr. Tannebaum said it had been forwarded. 

Forwarded where?

Where was she hiding?

It didn’t really matter; she could never get far away enough to avoid him.

He owned her love.

He owned her life.

             He owned her.

He was going to find her if it is the last thing he did.