Lord Whitsnow and the Seven Orphans

by Em Taylor

  “You think I shall write poetry about your skills in the bedchamber?” she gasped.

  He smirked against the round globe of her breast to which he was currently paying attention. “A man can dream, my love.”

  Robert moved her back towards the door through which she had entered and caught her pert backside in his hands, lifting her against the door so that her damp heat rubbed deliciously against his aching prick and he had a better angle to suckle on her breast. Damn she was so pliant and perfect in his grasp as she gasped and clutched his head to her. Lucy wrapped her legs instinctively around his waist and when he rubbed against her cleft, she rubbed back, despite, or perhaps because of the sheer fabric between them.

  “Robbie?”

  Her voice was… he could not put his finger on it, but it was not a cry of pleasure. Reluctantly he let her nipple go with a wet plop and caught her frowning gaze.

  “What is the matter.”

  “I… well… is this how men prefer to do the act?”

  He was somewhat confused. Had Dick done it differently? Was she a virgin after all? Oh God, he had not taken her there? He had not done a Byron, had he?

  “This? To what do you refer?”

  “Up against the wall, on hay bales, not on the bed where it is…” she shrugged looking a little lost and helpless. “Comfortable.” Her voice was quiet now, as if she was afraid she had said something terribly silly and gauche.

  Robert could not believe the feeling of relief he felt that he was not going to have to explain that damned poet’s sexual proclivities. And frankly he was relieved he was not about to deflower a virgin. In all honesty, the only reason they were here, in his bedchamber, about to do the deed, was because she had admitted to not being one. Of course, he had gone far too far at the waterfall yesterday when he did think her a virgin. But then once she had taken his prick in her luscious mouth, all bets had been off. But he was sure he would not have been willing to deflower her at least until she had agreed to marry him.

  “My Lord, this is… I am being silly. Carry on.”

  He realised he had been wool-gathering and shook his head.

  “I would prefer the bed too, my love. I apologise, I got carried away. Hold on tight.”

  She was light, and he moved one hand up her back to steady her as he moved the other more centrally under her pert buttocks. She made a little noise of surprise that made its way straight to his hard prick. God, how had he resisted this temptation these past days. His cock twitched when he lost contact with her damp flesh, as he walked her over to the large bed.

  Once he had laid her on the mattress, she dug her heels in and dragged herself up to the pillows, suddenly looking vulnerable. She bit her lip, eyeing him warily.

  He lay down beside her and placed one hand on the outside of her hip. Cocking his head, he considered her gravely. “Lucy.”

  “Yes.”

  “You may have come in here in this… confection of a night rail, but that does not mean you are obligated to go through with anything you would rather not. I do not force myself on unwilling women.”

  She shook her head vehemently. “I am not unwilling. I am just a little… apprehensive. It hurt so before.”

  He nodded. He had assumed Dick had taken her more than once but perhaps it had been a farewell bedding. One last hurrah for the soldier going off to war.

  “I understand but now your maidenhead is breached, it should not be painful. You may feel a little stretching since it has been a while since you have done the act, but it should not be painful the second or third time you make love.”

  “But it was. Eddie and I, Lieutenant Dick, I mean, did it four times. Every time it hurt. Perhaps the other times were not as bad as the first time, but they were not comfortable. But maybe…” She sighed and looked away.

  “My darling, I am lying naked beside you, I think the time for being embarrassed is over. Let me say that making love four times with one man makes you far from worldly wise. You are still to all intents and purposes an innocent. I promise that your questions cannot possibly be the cause for ridicule.”

  “I tried putting my fingers in there before. I read a book that it brought pleasure. It was a book on a high shelf in my brother’s library. I know I should not have but it was quite enthralling. Anyway, it was still uncomfortable. But when you did it yesterday by the waterfall, it was not at all uncomfortable. It was wonderful.”

  “Because you were ready. You were wet. Your body produces moisture. If a gentleman prepares you properly it should not be painful. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.” Her answer was immediate.

  “Open your legs and let me touch you.”

  She did as he asked, and he lifted her night rail out of the way. He placed the heel of his hand on her mound and ran one finger through her crease. She was already slick from their earlier excitement and her breath hitched.

  “Is your finger damp?” she asked, frowning. He chuckled.

  “No, my love. You are. Deliciously so.” He tested her entrance with the tip of his finger and her mouth dropped open. He leaned over to her and caught her lips in a kiss. It took mere seconds for her to respond to him fully and soon two of his fingers were buried deep inside her wet heat thrusting to the same tempo his tongue was into her mouth. Lucy threw her leg over his hip and thrust hard against him. For a woman who was damned near a virgin, she was exceptionally sensual. She would make a wonderful lover. He moved atop her, unlacing her sheer negligee, and Lucy broke the kiss, extending her neck for his kisses. Her skin smelled and tasted of lavender and lemons, fresh and innocent but with an underlying hint of the seductress she was becoming.

  As he trailed his mouth down the pale orb of her breast, she urged him on, eventually tugging his hair until his lips were over her nipple and she was wriggling underneath him, tempting him and silently begging him to take it into his mouth. After a moment of teasing, he extended his tongue and licked around the areola, then around the budded tip, aware of her now frantic trusts onto his fingers. She was fully lubricated and so close to the edge. He could take her now while she was desperate, and she would be less likely to tense and experience any discomfort.

  “Robbie?” he raised his eyes to her gaze and smiled around her nipple Her mortified look eased and she bit her lip as she worked towards finding her pleasure. He moved his hand so that he could circle her pearl with his thumb. Lucy whimpered.

  “Oh no.” He let go of her breast and brought her head to his chest.

  “Find your release, my love. Let go. Come off for me.”

  She continued to thrust, and Robert lay still, barely able to breath, his nose buried in her hair as he thrust his fingers in and out of her. His cock ached but this was her moment. So, he concentrated on pulling the rag out of the bottom of her plaited hair and running his finger through it until the hair was free flowing and tangle free. Luscious red waves flowed down her back and across his dark blue silk sheets. The sting of her nails in his back told him that she was going to be more than ready for him in a minute or two. Her deep-throated moan of pleasure as she arched against him and tightened her muscles as the walls of her delicious wet cunny pulsed around his fingers. He’d never witnessed a more beautiful sight in his life.

  He slid his fingers slowly in and out of her until she began to relax then laid her back as he removed his fingers and placed them in his mouth. The taste of Lucy’s nectar assaulted his tongue and he grunted in satisfaction. Dash it all, he would forego food for a fortnight for a night of tasting her.

  Lucy looked less impressed. Clearly she had not been as enamoured with her taste in the cave as he had been.

  She did, however, look deliciously rumpled and ready for his cock inside her. He positioned himself between her thighs.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “Robbie?”

  “Yes.”

  “Eddie did not go into the specifics of how you make sure you do not, um… conceive.”

  Robert sa
t back on his heels. She really was innocent.

  “Well I suppose if it was not well lit you may not have seen the specifics, but I just pull out before I release and either release onto the sheets or, if you do not mind, onto your stomach.”

  “By release, you mean when you grunt or shout and the white stuff, the seed, comes out.”

  “Yes.”

  “And that is how babies are prevented.”

  He pushed his hand through his hair.

  “Well, it is not a hundred percent guaranteed. Nothing ever is. But my love, if you were to fall with child, you know I would marry you and the child would have a name.”

  She nodded.

  “Is it difficult for you to pull out?”

  Robert gave a wry chuckle. “I suspect with you it may be more difficult than with others. You have quite an effect on me, but I would never see you in harm’s way.”

  “And it is not in any way going to harm you to withdraw like that?”

  She always seemed to be terribly concerned about his welfare and more importantly the welfare of his nether regions. He did wonder what other tall tales Dick had spun to get the poor chit to perform other sexual favours on him.

  “No, not at all. It just requires a little self-control on my part.”

  She frowned and she looked down at her hands, wringing them in her lap. What had he said to upset her so?

  “Lucy? Are you quite well?”

  “I am well. I have just realised how badly I have misjudged someone.”

  “Pray God it is me and you will agree to marry me after all.”

  She shook her head. “Alas, I cannot. Even more so now. But Robbie, may I ask one thing?”

  “Anything.”

  He reached for her and she climbed onto his lap, straddling him so that his hard length nestled between their stomachs. He ran his fingers through the silken strands of her hair.

  “Make love to me just once so that I know what it feels like with a… well a man. Eddie was just a boy. I was a silly girl.”

  “He is older than you, is he not?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you are now, what?”

  “Four and twenty.”

  “And how old was he then?”

  “One and twenty.”

  “He should have known how to make love without hurting you, my darling. He should have known to withdraw to keep you safe. He should never have coerced you into doing things like sucking his prick, even if your sweet mouth is the most wonderful feeling imaginable. That said, yes, I will make love to you and I hope it shall not be the only time we do it.”

  He captured her mouth is a sultry kiss, taking his time as he roamed his fingers over her body. He tugged at her sheer nightgown and she made a little noise of protest. He understood that some young ladies worried about their figures. It was all those silly fashion plates they looked at when they visited the modiste.

  “I want to feel your skin against mine, my love. Just feel, that is all,” he murmured against her ear.

  Lucy relented and as her bare breasts touched his chest, her hard nipples crushing against the hard muscles of his chest, he groaned in pleasure. Lifting her, he placed her on her back, positioned himself and eased into her body.

  Chapter 19

  The feel of Robert’s long hard length inside her was a bit of a shock—a very pleasurable shock, as he stretched her and filled her. He eased in slowly and gently, the smile on his face widening as he moved deeper into her. When he pushed his hands under her buttocks and changed the angle of her hips, driving slightly deeper still, Lucy gasped.

  “Does it pain you?” His voice was like gravel, but his brow furrowed with concern.

  Lucy shook her head. “No. It feels nice. Better than nice.”

  “Uh! Good.” He pressed his lips to her neck and let out a sigh of relief. It was then she realised he would have withdrawn from her body had she been in pain. Despite the fact he was finding real pleasure in taking her. He was more concerned for her comfort than his own pleasure.

  “You… err… you can move if you wish.” Truth be told, he was rather heavy.

  “So dashed perfect,” he muttered, pressing his lips to her neck, then her cheek then capturing her lips as he withdrew and plunged back into her. The sensation was exquisite. Her wet heat seemed to ease his way and he slid in and out of her as though they were made for each other. Robbie moved slowly at first.

  When he broke the kiss, he made eye contact with her and held it. Lucy reached her hands around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair.

  “Wrap your legs around me, love.”

  Lucy did as he asked. She had been given no choice with Eddie who had simply wrapped her limbs around him before sinking into her. This was different. This was wanted, and it allowed Robbie to sink even deeper, if that was possible.

  “Robbie, that’s wonderful.”

  “You have no idea, my love.” He increased his rhythm and Lucy could feel the tension in her body increase and a tingling sensation in her sex. She began to move against him. “Yes, my darling. That’s it. Reach for your own release. He slammed his lips against hers and their tongues tangled. The kiss was messy and desperate. Robbie withdrew one hand from under her buttocks and moved it between them. He massaged the pearl at the top of her sex which seemed to increase her excitement. She was bucking hard against his thrusts.

  Just as her body started to pulse with the strength of her release and she arched against him, Robbie ground out “Thank God,” as he pulled out of her. Through a haze of lust and pleasure she watched as if not quite a part of the proceedings as Robbie stroked himself a few times and then his seed spurted in hot white jets on to her stomach.

  Robbie continued to stroke his shaft, almost like he was milking it, as he heaved in deep breaths. A droplet of sweat landed on her from his forehead and she lifted her hand to wipe at his brow.

  “I apologise. I should have been able to last longer. I… well it has been some time and I…”

  “Robbie?”

  “Mm?”

  “That was wonderful.”

  “It could have been better.”

  “I am not sure I could have stood it being any better. I am quite overwhelmed.”

  He grabbed a corner of the sheet and swiped it over her belly. Lucy frowned and tried to sit up. She did not want him seeing her naked. He had seen nothing amiss or felt nothing amiss in her nether regions. Perhaps there was nothing to see or feel if one had given birth, but she knew she had obvious marks from where her belly had stretched to accommodate a growing Eleanor. Would he put two and two together if he saw them? She did not want to take the chance.

  “Are we able to try it again?”

  “In a little while. Men need some time to recover.”

  “How long.”

  He sighed. “A quarter of an hour perhaps. But if you lie back, I am more than happy to give you pleasure while we wait for me to recover.

  Lucy’s eyes widened in surprise, but she had very much enjoyed what had happened in the cave. She was willing to try it again. As he pulled her towards him and buried his face between her thighs, she gave a little sigh and plunged her fingers into his hair. She could get to like this making love business.

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  Robert nudged the cover to the side and looked at Lucy. She looked so beautiful in repose and the sight of her long red tresses all tangled over his dark blue silk pillow cases was making him hard all over again. A few times throughout their lovemaking session, she had tried to hide herself, but he had seen the marks. Of course, they did not necessarily mean she had been pregnant. He knew a courtesan who had been quite large and comely but extremely well versed in the bedroom arts. He had visited her a few times when he had been at university. He had asked about the marks on her stomach and thighs. She had told them they were caused by skin stretching. Some of the ladies who’d had babies had them, but she had them because she had eaten too many cakes and sweetmeats. He did not remember Miss Butterwor
th ever having issues with weight. He had seen her at least once or twice a year all his life.

  A pregnancy, however, could have been hidden.

  Yes, there they were. Marks that looked very much like the marks some of the widows he’d bedded had. The ones who had children.

  Still, it proved nothing. Except he had thought Eleanor was her brother’s child because of the striking resemblance between the two. And had she not said that Dick had tupped her six years ago. The child was five. That all worked out perfectly.

  So, was Eleanor the reason she would not marry him? And was it because Eleanor was deaf, and she feared their children would be deaf, or was it the shame of Eleanor being a bastard? Did she think him so shallow?

  But then most of the ton were so shallow. It was one thing to be kind and welcoming to a bastard orphan when they were not sullying your family name. It was quite another to accept them and their mother into your family and marry the woman.

  He climbed out of bed and reached for his dressing gown. He needed to clear his head. He was upset at Lucy’s lies.

  But were they lies? Sins of omission possibly. But she had been truthful about Eleanor not being her brother’s child. Not unless there were shenanigans going on in the Butterworth household worthy of Lord Byron, anyway.

  Robert felt as though he was losing his mind. It drifted back to all that had happened that night. They had made love for about three hours. Numerous different ways and positions. She would be sore tomorrow. He felt a little bad about that. He’d probably be a little tender himself. His poor prick had never had so much action in… well he doubted it ever had. Usually he did the deed, occasionally he repeated the deed and then he left.

  The bedclothes rustled and he looked over to see Lucy stir and rub her eyes.

  “My Lord?” She looked over at him as she raised herself up onto her elbows, trying to cover her breasts with the sheet. He chuckled.

  “It is a little late for formalities and hiding those beautiful breasts, is it not, Miss Butterworth?”

  Her cheeks flamed and she bit her lip.