Sacked (To Love a Governess Regency Short) (5 page)

“It is a mistake I will not make again,” he muttered before he reached out and pulled her to him.

“That doesn’t mean. . . “

He silenced her with a kiss. They’ve talked enough already. Surely she understood his intentions.

Elizabeth pushed at his chest.

“Please, don’t deny me,” he begged.
 
“I’ve dreamed of holding you, making love to you.”

Chapter 6

Elizabeth knew she should push him away, send him from her room, but any will quickly evaporated the moment his lips touched hers. And, he wanted her.
 
What would be so wrong about sharing one night with him?
 
She already knew any employment options were over.
 
After this morning she knew in her heart of hearts she could never return to being his governess.
 
Julia probably told the nurse and her sisters that he had been hugging her in his bedchamber. By now the entire household probably knew and any sterling reputation she once possessed was in shreds.

As she intended to travel onto Scotland, no plans to ever marry, why shouldn’t she enjoy one night?
 
Besides, her uncle could still find her and force her to marry his friend. If she were ruined, it would be out of the question. If he didn’t care, she would at least know what it was like to be loved by someone she loved.
 

Elizabeth gave up the will to fight and allowed him to pull her into his arms.
 
Her hands snaked around his neck and she opened to him, mating her tongue with his.
 
Why did she ever fight this in the first place?

His hands slid down her back and lifted her buttocks and pulled her against him. The rigid outline of his manhood burned into her stomach.
 
Her nipples tightened and tingled and her private area grew damp again. It had never happened until today and she could only assume it was desire. It was the only explanation. Her mother never covered that particular detail.

His mouth left hers and trailed down her neck.
 
He paused at the mark he left earlier and gently placed a kiss there. “Sorry.”

Elizabeth was robbed of words. She hoped he didn’t stop because of that mark, not now. Not when she was willing to surrender everything to him.

Fairfield pushed the robe from her shoulders. Unlike her dress, it was loose and fell to her waist, where she had tied the belt.
 
She shook her arms free and pulled at the shirt tucked into his pants. If he was going to have access to her bare skin, she wanted access to his.
 
She had this one time and was going to explore to her hearts content.

He stepped away for a moment and pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. In the blink of an eye she was back in his arms. His lips pressed against hers.
 
His rigid chest rubbed against her sensitive nipples.
 

Fairfield untied the belt and her robe pooled on the ground around her feet.
 
She shivered in anticipation, the heat of his touch.
 
Any chill from earlier was long gone.
 
He bent and scooped her up in his arms before he deposited her into the middle of the bed.
 
Instead of joining her, he sat on the side and bent to pull his boots off. This moment without his touch made Elizabeth feel exposed. For which she most certainly was laying naked in the middle of the bed, and she pulled the side of the counterpane up to cover her.

A boot hit the floor with a thud. A second followed and Fairfield turned toward her.
 
He smiled, his eyes dark with passion and pushed the covers away.
 

Elizabeth expected him to kiss her, but he lowered his head to her breast and took one nibble in his mouth. Jolts of pleasure shot to her groin and she arched when his hand lifted and caressed her other breast.
 
He suckled and loved both, going from one to the other and Elizabeth thought she was going to die from pleasure. Her pulse pounded, especially in the area he had touched earlier and she hoped he touched there again.
 
She drew her legs tight. The pressure added to the glorious sensations.

* * *

Elizabeth was already damp, ready for him.
 
Jared bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moving too fast. She ran from him before and he would not allow her to run this time. She would only do so if he did not do this right. His need could wait. She would find pleasure first and hopefully several times before the night was over.

He sank his fingers into her folds and Elizabeth’s legs fell open.
 
He dipped his fingers further and pulled her slick juices back to her nubbin and circled before he gently rubbed against it.
 
Her hips came off the bed and she moaned. He only dreamed of her returning his passion.
 
This was so much more than he hoped for.
 

His mouth left her taunt nipple and trailed down her stomach. He wasn’t sure if Elizabeth would allow him, but he had to taste her.
 
Her musky sent drew him like bees to a pot of honey.

When his lips met her curls she pulled on his hair. Jared looked up.

“What . . . ?”

“Trust me.” He wasn’t about to explain, and would probably be shocked to her innocent core, but hopefully need would overcome any misgivings.

He moved between her legs, pushing them open to allow for better access and touched his tongue to her button.
 

“Oh, goodness.”

Her words were faint, but encouraging all the same.

Jared held nothing back and he licked and sucked.
 
Elizabeth rose off the bed and he had to anchor her hip to keep her in place.
 
Her moans grew more frequent and he knew she was close.
 
Soon she would be his entirely.

Jared slid one finger in to her channel, so tight, hot and moist. He almost came at that moment.
 
Without breaking the rhythm of his tongue on her nubbin he inserted another finger and stretched her, pumping in and out, mimicking what he planned to do with his cock.

Elizabeth was panting, straining against him.
 
She tightened around his fingers arched and cried out.
 
Juices flowed over his fingers and he slowed his movement, bringing her back to earth until her body lay spent on top of the bed.

Jared stood, and looked down at her.
 
Elizabeth’s eyes met his, dazed with the aftermaths of an orgasm.
 
He quickly divested himself of his pants and joined her once again. This time he came over her and situated himself between her thighs. His cock probed her entrance.
 
He wanted to plunge, sink into that tight, hot channel. But held himself in check. She was a virgin. The tips of his fingers had brushed against the barrier.
 
He needed to make this as painless as possible.

* * *

What had just happened to her?
 
Oh, my, goodness. Her breath still wasn’t regulated and the aftermath of pleasure, quicker than before, still thrummed through her veins. She never dreamed it was possible to experience such a physical, mind altering burst of ecstasy.
 
Now he was above her, wanting to take her, and she was more than willing.

She parted her legs as his member nudge toward her opening.
 
Heat pooled once again and she didn’t think it was possible for her body to want more. Not after such an explosion, but it did.

Elizabeth tilted her hips and he sank in a bit, stretching her. She knew this could not be all of him.
 
She needed him deeper than this. She ached deep inside, much further than where he was.
 
She tilted again.

“Be still.”

Elizabeth looked up at him.

“I will take care of you, but for this time, I need you to be still and let me love you.”

As much as she wanted to draw him into her, Elizabeth allowed Fairfield to decide what was best. He certainly had more experience than she.
 
He entered further, but not far enough and back again. Over and over, going just a bit further each time.
 
Closer, but not yet close enough. She stretched, accommodating him.
 

Fairfield pulled back, stopped. He leaned forward and took her lips with his and thrust deep inside.

Something tore apart and tears sprung to her eyes.
 
She had forgotten about her maidenhead, but Fairfield had not.
 
That was why he was so considerate and moving slowly.
 
It was now history but he still hadn’t moved. Certainly that wasn’t all. Her body cried out to move, but she was afraid to. He asked her to be still.

He lifted his head. “I’m sorry.”

She had no words, only a smile.
 

“The pain?”

“Disappearing.”

He let out a breath. Withdrew and plunged again.

Elizabeth moaned. Yes, this is what she needed.

He stopped. “Did I hurt you again?”

The concern on his face was so dear.
 
Elizabeth reached up and pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply and lifted her hips to draw him in.

This must have been all the encouragement Fairfield needed. He held nothing back.
 
He thrust over and over and the tightness wound inside her like a spring, just as before when he had his mouth down there.
 
She tried to meet him thrust for thrust but could not gain purchase on the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist.
 
He lifted her and plunged.
 
The tightness inside gave and her body was awash with another explosion of pleasure, this time deep inside her womb.

Fairfield stiffened and cried out her name, his seed pumping into her body.
 
When he was finished, he sighed, rolled to the side and took her with him.

Elizabeth rested her had on his chest and tried to come to terms with everything her body had just experienced.
 
Maybe being his mistress wouldn’t be such a bad lot in life.
 

Chapter 7

Jared wondered if his pulse would ever return to normal, or his breathing. He was not without experience but with Elizabeth it was entirely new.
 
Her moans and cries of pleasure drove him to the brink and over and it was an experience he would never forget.
 

He lifted his head and kissed the top of hers that rested on his chest. Her small hand lay on his stomach. He couldn’t wait until those very hands explored him, though he wasn’t sure his body could take it after what it had just gone through.
 
He never understood why the French called it the
little death
until now.

Jared brought her hands to his lips and kissed her fingers, then kept it cradled with his when he rested it on his stomach.
 
Slowly his pulse returned to normal and all he wanted to do was lay there and hold her.

Elizabeth shivered at his side.
 
The room had gotten a bit chilly, now that their bodies had cooled.
 
He moved to pull the blanket from underneath to cover them.
 
The spots of blood on the counterpane jerked him back to the present.
 
He needed to see to Elizabeth before they slept.

Jared pulled himself from the bed and walked to the foot tub and tested the water.
 
“It is still warm. Come here.”

Elizabeth pulled the blanket around her and wandered over.
 
Jared didn’t try to take it from her. With the heat of passion cooled, her modesty returned.
 
In time she would become comfortable being naked around him.
 
Or, at least he hoped. Not that it made that much of a difference. Clothing could always be removed and sometimes it was half of the fun.
 

He bent and dipped the cloth into the water before he parted her blanket.

“What are you doing?”

Jared didn’t want to explain. It would break the mood. Instead, he bathed her womanhood and washed away the evidence of her maidenhead from her inner thighs.
 
When he dipped the cloth again he noticed the red streaks on his manhood, and cleansed himself and dropped the cloth back in the water.
 
This time when he parted her blanket it was to step inside. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, luxuriating in the feel of her body against his. Heart pressed to heart. Savoring each moment in a way that was impossible when he was heated with passion earlier.
 
Her arms wove around this waist and they stood there simply holding each other.