Miss Eliza Scarlett Steps Up_Ch.2
Arthur and Fitzroy literally carried a very inebriated Duke to the guest room. Eliza lead them, carrying a lamp to light the way, "Lie him in here", she said, directing them to what had been her father's room. She had decided against the guest room, as it had more of a feminine decor, and had been her mother's room. She felt William would feel a little more familiar waking up in a room with a masculine decor. She watched as they lay him on the bed and began to undress him. When they reached for his gun and holster, the Duke sobered up for a few seconds, grabbing at his pistol, then slowly, putting it under the mattress, well in his reach. Fitzroy, had a way of talking to his boss, that would settle him even in semi-consciousness. He explained that they were undressing him and putting him to bed, so, he could get a good night's sleep.
It was clear to Eliza and Arthur that Inspector Wellington trusted Fitzroy, explicitly. The Duke fell back into his slumber. They left his undershirt and trousers on, under the curious eyes of Eliza. Fitzroy, was very conscious, of Eliza's presence and decided against removing his trousers. He turned to look at Eliza's rather pensive expression, before carefully, tucking his boss into bed, leaving a glass of water on the nightstand and a spittoon, nearby. Fitzroy and Arthur exited the room followed closely by Eliza. Fitzroy felt satisfied that the house had been secured and didn't take his leave until he heard Eliza place the bolt on the door.
Eliza went straight way to her room to freshen up and get the things she knew she would need to make this process safe, with as little pain as possible. She was keenly aware that she was a 28 year old virgin, and this may turn in to a long, exhausting night. She removed her clothing, leaving on only the pearl heart-shaped necklace her father had given her on her sixteenth birthday. She took all the pins out of her hair letting her long curls fall down her back, and around her shoulders. She tightened the curls that framed her face. She wiped down her body with her favorite scented lilac soap, then softened her skin with a light lavender oil, brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth with mint tea. She grabbed a sheer, silk robe, bought on her last birthday, specifically for this day, and put it on her slim body. Then, she boldly walked into the room where William lay sleeping soundly.
Eliza walked into her father's room where William lay face up, softly snoring. She called his name and said, "William, don't you think you'd be more comfortable with your clothes off?" She brightened the lamp on the dresser, so that she could clearly see every inch of his body. William mumbled something incoherent and turned on his side towards her. Eliza, couldn't help noticing how peaceful he looked. She sat on the side of the bed admiring his youthful, yet mature, calm, masculine face; something she was not used to seeing, as he was always in worry with something on his mind. Pressure from his cases, the public, subordinates and superiors often reflected in the stress lines on his brow. Here and now, all those cares seemed to be drowned in a welcoming rest, the happiness of his promotion, the celebration with his friends and coworkers, and the many toasts and well wishes served up with brandy.
Eliza gently ran her fingers through his hair, smoothing the black curls and gently stroking the hair around his ears. She tenderly traced her fingers along the ridges of his ears, and inspecting the canal of his ear with her tongue while squeezing and rotating his earlobes. She felt a thrilling sensual sensation kissing his forehead, kissing his hairy cheeks, kissing and massaging his neck, that stimulated her entire body. She smiled, as William, although, never opening his eyes, seemed to responded to her lovemaking by slowly moving his head from one side of the pillow to the other.
Finally, he said softly, "O'kay", encouraging her to explore other parts of his body with soft, wet kisses, a searching tongue and sweet sucking lips. She quickly removed his undershirt, first massaging his shoulders then exploring his underarms. The smell and taste of his biceps, arms and the palms of his hand was so welcoming to her senses. Tasting his body was the biggest sexual turn-on she had ever experienced, thus far. She could feel her body temperature rising and her nipples tingling. She felt a yearning between her legs that thrilled her beyond any lustful desire she had ever encountered.
She played with the hair on his chest stroking, kissing, slurping it around her tongue and pulling it gently through her teeth. She flirted with his nipples, sucking and nibbling, while caressing the other between her fingers then, dragging the tip of her tongue ever so lightly across his chest to pleasure the other nipple.
William began to intermittently moan, gasp and to speak erratically in a raspy voice. His chest heaved upwards, his head whipped back and his arms moved upward as he placed his hands behind his head in an unconscious effort to absorb more of the pleasure, as Eliza explored his underarms ,biceps, arms, hands and fingers with her fingertips, lips, mouth, tongue and teeth.
Eliza was astonished and pleased that this foreplay could be so stimulating when you were the giver. Just thinking about being on the receiving end was driving her wild. She noticed that her whole body was damp with perspiration and her nipples were large, hard and tingling. Williams' eyes were opening and closing often, his breaths were coming hot and fast. Suddenly, one of his hands moved to his loins, while she studied his navel, flickering and fluttering her tongue in and out and around the small pit in his stomach . She could see the bulge as his hand grasp his member and decided, it was time to release the yearning in his trousers.
Eliza sat up, straddling his thighs while undoing his pants. She placed his hand that was was gently covering his bulge on one of her breast in hopes that he would respond by reciprocating some of the foreplay. She pulled his trousers down over his hips, then decided it would be best to pull down his underwear too, all at the same time.
Often, when they were together, Eliza had a sly habit of looking at William's crotch, so she suspected he was probably well endowed, but when she released the tiger, and got a good look at it's potential prowess she began to wonder if she would be able to pull this deflowering off without significant help from the great man, himself. Instead of analyzing the task at hand too much, she pulled the pants and underwear, down his thighs, over his knees and under his feet with not much resistance or stirring from the Duke.
Eliza, had planned to explore his entire body, by the textbook, but one look at his proud, manhood standing erect and ready, derailed any of her plans she could remember. She knew that William enjoyed oral sex, but she thought that she had better get this deflowering thing over, while he was up!
She got up on her knees and positioned her body over his member, then she remembered the condom. She laid her body flat across William and reached for the condom and lubricant on the nightstand. She opened the condom and gently rolled it down as far as it would go. She figured that although the condom didn't cover his entire member, it covered the most important part. Her hands fumbled a little as she first tapped her fingers in the lubricant and began massaging it gently on top of the condom. She then put the lubricant between her legs and around the opening of her vagina. She pushed a lubricated finger into her vagina preparing to make for a smooth entry, if indeed, that was possible. She capped the lubricant and dropped it and the condom wrappings on the floor.
Eliza was so glad she had decided to do this with the light on. This was important to her after waiting such a long time. At first her virginity didn't bother her so much, but as she fell deeper and deeper in love with William, it became unbearable. The lamp's intensity created clear vision, allowing for the utmost visual sensations. She once again positioned her body strategically over him. She slowly and carefully lowered herself down, down, down and…stop! It wouldn't go in! She lowered her head to see if she could discover the problem, but everything seemed in the right position, but the head of his penis seemed to barely penetrate her vagina. Now, this, she hadn't planned. There was no plan B. She had done everything that she was suppose to do according to her instructor and the books…now, it could be all for naught!
Eliza gently placed one hand around his penis to hold it steady while she pushed gently, then harder...harder. She tried moving up and down, but could get only a couple of inches inside her body. She began to breathe harder as there was definitely a bit of pain and pleasure. She was bending over looking at the situation, when suddenly she glanced up and was startled to see a glassy eyed William staring directly at her. "What are you doing, Eliza?" he asked sleepily.
She was fully engaged in what she was trying to do and could only utter, "I'm trying…but I can't…it won't go…. With that, William grabbed her hips and pushed down, while simultaneously thrusting upward. Eliza felt something give way in her nether regions and she slipped down to a full straddle on his body. She screamed in pain and relief, for she was beginning to fear that they were not sexually compatible, and there, it was done.
Her body fell on him and her face smothered in the crook of his neck. And then, just like that, he flipped their bodies over and began the dance of sexual intercourse. Now on top, he began slowly, pulling out then, forcing himself deeper and deeper inside her body. She open her legs as wide as possible to allow him the space he needed to dance. She was quite astonished that even in this state of drunken slumber, he was quite astute at the task at hand.
Eliza lost herself in what seemed to be a long, painful, but extremely sensual, sexual journey as William continued thrusting faster and faster, deeper and deeper…. She lifted her head up; she wanted to see everything, but there were times when she could only lie back, close her eyes and hold on to him, pulling him closer and closer towards her body, moving her hips up and down, to the rhythm of his, in and out.
They were on fire. She was sweating profusely and he was sweating, too. Their bodies melted together as they became one. William groaned with each thrust and she heard herself also softly moaning as he thrust again, and again, and again and again.
Finally, he began to slow down. He lowered himself down on top of her, but continued to move his hips up and down, up and down, in and out until, he just…stopped. Eliza, was actually relieved when he finally stopped, because her vagina had started to feel dry and the pain was increasing from the friction of their movements.
For a while she relaxed, closed her eyes, tried to catch her breath and bring her body back to normal temperature, but the fact was, William had fallen on top of her and was now snoring loudly. She knew she would not be able to sustain his weight or his body heat but, for so long. She tried wriggling out from beneath him, then pushing him off, without much success. He was like dead weight. She finally, said in a stern voice that she sometimes used with him, "William, move over!" He immediately shifted his weight to other side of the bed, allowing her to move his legs, turn over on her stomach and fall asleep.
William awaken the following morning with a woman, with long blond, thick, curly hair, spread across her face and naked body, sleeping face down on his chest. At first, he was confused and couldn't remember whom he had bedded last night. He was vaguely familiar with his surroundings, but couldn't quite recall the previous night or, his whereabouts. As he lay there, trying to figure things out, he lifted the sheet to glance at the body that lay quietly, sleeping next to him.
At first, he was alarmed. This was not a body he knew and furthermore, it appeared to be a body of a young girl. His heart skipped a beat. Had someone set him up? Had someone, angered by his recent promotion, taken advantage of his drunken state and put a minor in his bed?
For a moment he felt fear…then anger. He tried to recall the day before: he had celebrated his promotion with his coworkers on Scotland Yard, then he had attended his party at Eliza's house that evening. Where was he, anyway? He knew this room…he looked around. It looked familiar…Oh yes, Mr. Scarlett's room. He remembered now. He had been here before, when he had accompanied a drunken Henry Scarlett to his home on a few occasions, over the years. So, if this was Mr. Scarlett's bedroom, then this was indeed, Eliza Scarlett's home and this must be…this must be… He gently removed the curls that hid the face of the naked body in the bed with him. This, this is…Eliza Scarlett!