“Will you be my wife?” David said, and Elizabeth laughed.
“No,” she said. “But thank whoever gave you the money for this.” She paused. “Buying me gifts is not what I am concerned about,” she added, even as she put the chain around her neck. She turned around, holding her hair up, and David stepped forward to lock the chain into place.
“Thank you,” she said. “If there’s nothing else, I think I’ll retire early for the night.”
David nodded his head and left, feeling more discouraged than he ever had. He needed to marry that girl, or he didn’t know what he was going to do. His father seemed intent on keeping his money from his son.
He returned to the shabby Inn his father had agreed to put him into for a month, while he found his own way in the world, and he fell asleep quickly.
5
Elizabeth was surprised that two days stretched on without a visit from David Weatherby. She wondered if the man had simply given up. She went to sleep on the third night after giving him the ultimatum with thoughts of him in her head. She woke to a light tapping, and it took her a moment in her drowsy state to realize the tapping was coming from one of the windows in her bedroom. She rubbed at her eyes and looked towards the window, gasping when she saw David’s face there.
She hurried to the window and pulled it open. “What are you doing?” she asked as he climbed inside. “How did you get up here?”
“I’ve always been adept at climbing, as you’ll remember from our time as children in my father’s garden with that large oak tree.
“Why have you climbed into my room?” she asked.
“I cannot give up on you,” he said, and he bent down and pressed his lips to hers before she could stop him, and once the kiss was happening, she did not want to stop him. He tasted of rum, she was sure he had been drinking before he had come. But it was enjoyable, surprisingly, and when she parted her lips slightly he took advantage, and their tongues were dancing together.
She was wearing a white night gown which covered her to her ankles. But the thin material did little to stop him from feeling her body, first with his hands which he placed on her hips, and then with his body when he pulled her close to him. Her breasts were pushed up against his chest, and she felt her nipples harden as his tongue continued to explore his mouth. One hand left her hip and traveled up her back, stopping for a moment at the small of her back, where he pulled her even closer, and she felt his engorged member push against the bottom of her stomach. And then his hand kept going, and his fingers entwined in her long hair. The kiss broke.
“What are you doing?” she said with a moan.
“Be quiet,” David commanded, and she listened. He pushed her back towards her bed, and she fell upon it. She scooted back and he came onto the bed as well, holding himself over her and kissing her once more. Then he broke the kiss and his lips planted a trail of kisses on her chin, down her throat, and onto the portion of her chest which was exposed. His long, strong fingers hooked into the neckline of her nightgown and he tugged it down, freeing her breasts. He looked at her for a moment, and she watched him looking, her breath caught in her chest, her hands balled into fists and drawn close to her body, almost covering her breasts. Her nipples were dark pink, hard rosebuds atop pale white mounds of ample bosom. She couldn’t take his staring any more, it embarrassed her, but she was excited, a steamy longing in her womanhood. She pressed her palms to her breasts in an effort to cover up.
David grinned and spoke in a hushed whisper. “Move your hands.”
“No,” she said.
“Now,” he said, and she did, despite herself. When her small hands left her breasts he dipped his head and pressed his lips to one of her nipples. He took it into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive area, and the young woman moaned softly in the darkness.
He explored her breasts with his hands and his mouth, and then he was moving away from her, and Elizabeth felt a wave of regret wash over her, not regret about what she was doing, but regret that he appeared to be leaving, and she wouldn’t be able to kiss him again.
But he wasn’t leaving at all. David stopped when he was crouched at her hips, and he reached to the material of her long nightgown and began pushing it up. Elizabeth felt the regret about not kissing him being replaced with panic. He was pushing the hem of her gown up, and he would expose her womanhood. No man had seen her there, no man had touched her there. Was he going to make love to her? At this point, she didn’t think she would be able to stop him. Nor would she want to. A wave of heat was rolling through her loins, a desire for him meant she made no effort to stop him when he finished pushing the nightgown up, and she even lifted her backside from the bed so he could push it up over her hips. She wore no small clothes to bed, and she felt exposed to him. Her breasts were still out, and now he could see her womanhood, with the mound of hair above her moist female lips.