Gentle Reader,
Should I explore Dom Darcy more, or should I stick to Dom Lizzie?
Love,
RobinDesBois
When Jane and Bing called to ask if they could visit that August, Lizzie and William happily acquiesced; and William insisted that it was, in fact, his duty as best man to not only host, but to take them out to dinner. Lizzie was quick to use her position as Maid of Honor to back up the suggestion, and they arranged to meet their friends at the airport at whatever time they arrived.
As soon as the suitcases had been delivered to the apartment, the four friends left for the Italian restaurant. Jane and Bing had both heard such good things about the place that the excitement was as palpable as it was ubiquitous.
Over the course of the evening, William ordered several bottles of wine for the table, and Jane and Bing actually selected the wine for their wedding that night from among his choices. By the time dessert arrived, Bing was silently smiling at Jane, William had wound a hand around Lizzie's waist and pulled her against his side, and Jane and Lizzie were telling childhood stories about one another that couldn't be understood because of their giggling. Not that either of the men were concerned; Bing was absorbed in admiring Jane's laugh, and William was distracted by the blush that the wine had lent to Lizzie's cheeks.
Despite the copious wine, the quartet managed to walk safely back to the apartment.
Jane and Bing confessed, once they had arrived, to being thoroughly exhausted, and were shown to their room. As soon as they were wished goodnight and the door closed, William reached down picked Lizzie up, deftly tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her back to their room, causing Lizzie to burst out laughing. He reached up with his free hand and gave her a playful swat.
"Shhh, Lizzie, we have guests, we don't want to disturb them," he admonished teasingly.
"Oh? Are we about to be doing something that would disturb them?" she asked as he kicked the door closed.
"I certainly hope so," he said, tossing her lightly onto their bed and moving to stand between her knees. She reached up and grabbed his tie to pull him down into a kiss. He grabbed her hips and pulled her tight against the bulge at the front of his pants, lifting her once more into his arms. Not bothering to break their kiss, he quickly turned them and pressed her back into the wall of their bedroom, supporting her with one arm and slowly, teasingly running his free hand from her knee up her thigh, under her skirt, hitching it up around her waist. Lizzie moaned at this, increasing her grip on his hair and deepening their kiss.
"Quiet, love; your sister is in the next room," he whispered as he released himself from his trousers and pushed her panties aside. "We wouldn't want to get caught doing something so naughty." She bit her lip to keep from crying out her pleasure as he entered her, before using her grip on his hair to return his mouth to hers. He indulged her for a moment before shifting his mouth to her neck, biting what he knew to be her favorite spot, eliciting another moan from her.
"Shhh," William reminded her with another playful swat, this time with a bit more force than previously. Lizzie squealed and bit into Willam's shoulder just in time for it to muffle the sounds of her orgasm. He followed soon after, and for a few minutes he continued to hold her against the wall, pressing his forehead to hers, until they caught their breath. She laughed softly as he spun her around the room before returning them to their bed for the night.
Despite his best efforts, William and Lizzie were decidedly audible that evening. However, Jane and Bing were so engaged in their own activities that this proved to be irrelevant to all concerned parties.