A Duet of Regency Sex Comedies (5 page)

“Does it bother you so
much?” she asked, capturing said finger, and holding his hand in hers.

“Yes!” he roared. “Of
course it bothers me!”

“Oh,” she said looking
disappointed. “I had been led to believe that gentlemen liked that kind of
thing.”

He
wanted to stop the carriage, get out and ride away from her as fast as he
could. This had to be some kind of nightmare didn’t it? Wynne was meeting him
in a few days, after he got her settled at the estate he planned to return to
London, he’d have to cancel that now, he would turn the carriage around, take
her back to her father…

“Father said…”

“
Father said
!” he roared. “I’ve heard more than enough about what
your father said!”

Looking down he
realized that she was still holding onto his hand, but her grip had slackened finally
at his tone, and her eyes were suddenly brimming with tears. “I am sorry, but
when I described the feelings I had to…
my father
,” she said defiantly,
she was upset but apparently undaunted by his anger. “He simply refused to take
me to London…”

“What feelings?” he
couldn’t help himself he had to ask.

“The tingling
sensations I get when I look at a handsome gentleman, when he holds my hand, or
kisses my cheek, it sweeps through my entire being! I feel
weak,
my knees turn to India rubber and…”

“You
told your father this?” he asked stunned.

“Well,
who else should I tell? I have no one else. That is why I had to ask Jenna my
maid for help. I overheard her talking to the other maids about one of the
footmen, he was very handsome and I thought…”

“You thought what?” he
asked incredulously.

“That he would be
willing to share…”

“Share what?” he
demanded breathing hard, he wished she’d just get to the point, his chest was
pounding and he could feel the blood rushing through his veins. Any moment now
his heart would give out, he was certain of it. Unless his head blew off his
shoulders first! Her hands rested on his knees, she leaned forward and looked
at him beseechingly.

“I thought you would
understand…”

“Understand? That you
are carrying another man’s child?” he yelled.

Her squeal was
unexpected and his eardrums suffered for it. “They told me I couldn’t get with
child from
that
!” Her hands flew to
her face.

“They?” he asked
horrified.

“The maids…the
footmen…”

“What exactly have you
done?” he gasped, “And with how many?”

“Shall
I show you?” she offered peeking mischievously through her parted fingers.

“NO!”
he bellowed, finally understanding why her father had refused to take her to
London. He’d have to fire all his footmen…maybe even the butler, the
grooms…anyone under ninety.

“I am mystified, how
this could happen, so easily,” she said, allowing her hands to fall back into
her lap, her finely arched brows knit together in a puzzled frown, her head on
one side she reminded him of one of the puppies he’d had a child. Except that
she evidently was not so sweet and innocent.

Dare put his head in
his hands and they rode in ominous silence for a while. When he finally cast a
glance in her direction once again, Daizie appeared truly worried. Nevertheless
she couldn’t be quiet for long apparently. “Dare?” she asked, “Who told you how
babies are made?”

“Why would you ask such
a thing?”

“Because I don’t think
your source is very reliable. I am quite sure, now that I think on it, it would
be impossible to get with child in such a way. I mean honestly, I have seen the
animals in the fields and…”

He
knew he was scowling furiously, yet she was undaunted. His palms itched with
the need to track down her father and throttle the devious miscreant. He tugged
on the cravat that
had
 
suddenly
begun choking him. Daizie reached over and caressed the
frowning crease in his forehead as though playfully trying to rub it away.

“I was so hoping for
something more than this with you. You’re so handsome and just looking at you
makes my heart race. You are still angry aren’t you?”

He nodded, not trusting
himself to speak, but she was watching him curiously, her head cocked
questioningly to one side once again. “If I show you what happened, perhaps…”

She
was suggesting they have sex right here?

“It would be such a
shame for us to misunderstand each other,” she said softly. “And truly, I think
you may have been misinformed…” Her soft pleading voice skittered along his
nerve endings, oddly though he didn’t find it unpleasant. “Please? It will only
take a moment.”

One of them had been
misinformed about something, for sure. He nodded then, he didn’t mean to, but
he was at a loss for how to handle this situation. Her face broke into a sweet
smile, her bold blue eyes twinkling as she arose from her seat closing the
distance between them. Her scent reached him, light floral and feminine,
taunting his senses as she took his hands, placing them at her small waist.
Setting her own hands upon his shoulders, her face only inches from his she
rested her lips against his. He waited for her next move
she
was showing
him
after
all. Tentatively the delicate tip of her tongue flicked out and licked lightly
across his lips, and then she moved back to her seat. Dazed, his heart
pounding, he watched her face.

“This is what happened
between you and the footman?” he croaked in disbelief. This was the full extent
of her knowledge?
A mischievous kiss?

She nodded. “Father was
afraid I would be tempted to do this in London at the balls…with some of the
handsome young gentlemen. But truly Dare, I don’t think I can be with child
from this do you?”

He
shook his head. He’d been about to turn away everything, Daizie, the dowry, the
chance to revive his estate for a simple misunderstanding! She’d kissed a
footman that was it? Still he might have to seriously consider firing all the
men in the house if she thought it was okay to go about kissing everyone she
chose.

“Daizie,”
he choked out. “You do understand that this is only something you should share
with me from now on?”

She nodded, eyes round,
cheeks aflame. “Are you still angry about the footman?”

“No,” he whispered
pulling her back into his arms.

 
When Dare touched his lips to hers she
responded so eagerly, he drew her onto his lap, she wrapped herself around him,
squirming closer. He hissed out the words. “Tell me you didn’t do any of this
with your footman.”

She cupped his face in
her soft hands and her gaze easily met his as she shook her head ‘no’. He
returned to capture her lips, teasing them apart, he delved inside, she responded
enthusiastically, matching him motion for motion, it had to be the sweetest
most intensely satisfying kiss he’d ever experienced.
 
Her father’s worries were starting to make a
strange kind of sense. She was passionate and almost completely innocent, yet
dangerously curious. He swept soft kisses down her throat, listening to the
tiny soft pants from between her lips as she responded instinctively.

Her eyes sparkled as
she looked at him now. She was in his lap, he pulled her legs to each side and
she straddled him as the voluminous skirts of her wedding gown rode high on her
hips. He couldn’t be this lucky could he? Only moments ago he thought himself
cursed with a pregnant bride and a potential annulment, only to now see that
she was innocent of all but having kissed a handsome young footman out of
curiosity. But it would have been enough to have her sent from London in
disgrace.

She
was touching her lips to his again, as her softness settled against his lap, in
almost an agony of longing, he pulled back. The temptation to simply brush
aside the material separating them and plunge into her warmth was almost
overwhelming, but he gritted his teeth and resisted. Her first night with him
was about to begin…this afternoon.
But not here in the
carriage.
Tapping on the roof, he told their driver to stop at the next
posting inn.

Chapter
Three

Daizie followed as Dare
procured a small suite of rooms, denying the startled Innkeeper’s offer for
anything, food or otherwise, he took her hand and ran up the stairs to their
rooms. Slamming the door shut behind them. Breathlessly she looked up at him,
he reached for her. His body was thrumming, he wasn’t about to wait a single
moment longer. But a sharp rap on the door, made him groan as a voice he knew
well accompanied the urgent tapping.

“Dare, is all well? I
saw your coach pull in.”

Daizie shook her head
when he pulled back and made to answer the door. She opened it herself. “My
husband is making love to me,” she announced to the stunned Wynne. For once the
man was rendered temporarily speechless.

Dare laughed, when he
heard Wynne, abruptly back up and stutter. “Oh, well, in that case. Please
excuse me!” He could hear him laughing as he descended the stairs. Daizie
closed the door and moved back into his arms. Dipping his head to accommodate
the disparity in their heights, she rose up on her toes and met his kiss
eagerly. This was hardly the wedding night with some terrified innocent forced
into marriage with a stranger at her father’s
request, that
he’d envisioned.

Finally
releasing her and stepping back Dare hurriedly removed his jacket and cravat,
tossing them aside he pulled Daizie back into his arms. Sliding his hands under
her gown he lifted it over her head. Her breasts were almost spilling over the
top of her tight fitting chemise, and her
pantelletes
were also delightfully close fitting, molding her figure. He pulled the ribbons
of her chemise, allowing her breasts to spill into his hands, her nipples
thrusting eagerly against his palms. She closed her eyes and her lips parted as
she savored the caress, he carried her to the bed and fastened his lips around
a tempting bud, she arched her back calling out his name, running her hands
into his hair in an attempt to hold him there. Finally he drew back and took a
moment to savor the view.

She made the perfect
picture, her hair spread across the pillow, breasts bared to his touch, cheeks
flushed and smiling invitingly, wanting more. He simply couldn’t wait any
longer and from the look of her he didn’t think she could either. But first he
wanted to give her a little taste of what was in store. He slid his fingertips
into the slit of her pantelletes, and stroked. She burst into flames, her
pulsing climax vibrating against his fingertips, her expression one he would
never forget. Apparently his eager little wife was going to be a very vocal
lover.

Moments later he rose
to shed his remaining garments, and assisted her as she removed her
pantelletes, then hoisting her petite form back onto the edge of high bed, took
hold of her legs wrapping them around him and sank into her deeply. She gasped,
but it was both pleasure and only momentary pain as he breached her maidenhead.
She was slick and dewy and welcoming, she moved beneath him as he pumped into
her fast and hard, until he exploded into a shuddering climax. Dazed she held
him close. “
Dare, that
was…oh!” He was moving inside
her once more, more slowly this time, thrusting deep, feeling her squirm
beneath him. This time he touched her tight little bud as he moved feeling her
convulse around him, her inner muscles squeezing him hard and tight, in her wet
slick sheath as she came.

***

Daizie
rose from the bed, slipping behind the screen, she washed and returned across
the room, Dare was sitting up watching her approach. Naked, and gloriously
slender at the waist with full hips and rounded high breasts, she put her hands
on her hips and glared at him.

“
This
is what you thought I did with the
footman?” she shouted angrily. Apparently she’d taken a moment or two to think
on it.

He couldn’t help
it,
he threw himself back against the pillows and laughed
until he cried. Infuriated, she threw a fresh pitcher of water over him,
soaking both him and their bed. Stunned he remained still for one moment, and
then she found herself flying through the air as he tossed her onto the bed,
looming over her, her hands pinned down above her head. The water dripped from
him, onto her breasts, he licked the water from her nipples, one large hand
holding both of her small hands over her head, she couldn’t move, only moan.
Then swiftly, he rolled her over on top of him.

“Lick the water off
me,” he said. Stunned she stared at him, straddled across his hips she
complied, her eyes still flashing vividly as she slid down his wet form. She
had experienced enough in his arms this past hour to have an idea of what might
please him, she flicked her tongue over his wet nipples, they pebbled, she
stroked her fingertips over them curiously, before moving lower, she licked his
belly, his navel, and moved lower.

“This too?” she
whispered, as her cheek came into contact with his already hardening member.
She rubbed her cheek along the side of it, softly nuzzling him.