Passing as Elias - By Kate Bloomfield Page 0,49

to me?’ Merrill asked after a minute of silence.

‘No.’ Elizabeth lied.

‘Why do you not let me touch you?’

‘Because,’ Elizabeth said, racking her brains, ‘because you are only seventeen, Merrill, and are not yet married. A man and a woman must be married before they can…’ She trailed off. A man and a woman, she thought irritably.

‘I did not think it would bother you, Sir.’ Merrill fingered a button on Elizabeth’s nightshirt. Elizabeth swatted her hand away, and Merrill looked slightly hurt.

‘Do you not find me attractive?’ She asked.

Elizabeth screwed up her eyes and prayed, for what, she did not know. A penis? No.

For Merrill to want her, even as a woman? Yes.

‘Of course I do.’ Elizabeth reassured, ‘I do not wish to … spoil you.’

‘Have you ever made love before, Mister Searson?’

Elizabeth was caught off guard by this bold question. What would the appropriate answer be? Yes, Elizabeth had had sexual intercourse with George Greenwood, but that had hardly counted as ‘making love’, especially not in the way that Merrill imagined.

‘I am not a virgin Merrill, no.’ Elizabeth said honestly.

‘What was she like?’ Merrill whispered.

Elizabeth sat up in bed, and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was frustrated by Merrill’s persistence. If only Merrill knew how badly Elizabeth wanted to touch her. If only she knew how she burned with desire.

‘Merrill, please.’ Elizabeth begged, ‘I do not wish to talk about it.’

‘Did she leave you, Sir?’ Merrill persisted, ‘Is that why you are afraid to be close?’

Elizabeth could not handle it anymore, ‘Merrill.’ She said warningly.

‘I would not leave you. I would not hurt you.’

‘It it not my feelings I am worried about.’ Elizabeth said through gritted teeth.

‘You will not hurt me, Sir. I promise.’ Merrill seemed desperate now, desperate for Elizabeth to love her in the way a man and a woman should. Oh, if only she knew how much Elizabeth did love her. More than anything in the world.

‘I fear I might hurt you.’ Elizabeth said, avoiding Merrill’s eyes.

And then she did something that Elizabeth had not expected. Merrill grabbed Elizabeth’s hand and thrust it underneath her nightdress, between Merrill’s thighs. Elizabeth’s heart felt as though it were locked it a vice. She was frozen to the spot.

‘Please.’ Merrill whispered, leaning forwards and pressing her bosom against Elizabeth, ‘Please.’

Elizabeth could feel the heat emanating from Merrill’s crotch. Elizabeth’s hand cupped her hot mound, and she could feel the wetness there, soaking her fingers. Merrill forced her lips upon Elizabeth’s, and kissed her hungrily. She straddled Elizabeth and held her hand in place against her crotch. Elizabeth could not have moved away if she had wanted to.

‘Please, touch me.’ Merrill breathed through their kiss. Her warm breath washed over Elizabeth, and she felt drunk from it. She was intoxicated by Merrill and did not want to fight the burning sensation between her own thighs. Merrill was shaking as she kissed along Elizabeth’s jaw.

Elizabeth groaned as Merrill’s lips met the nape of her neck. It was a deep, animalistic sound that she had never heard escape from her own mouth before.

‘Please, Sir.’ Merrill begged, ‘I want you to touch me. Please.’ Merrill used Elizabeth’s own fingers to rub against her crotch.

Elizabeth complied.

Shivers ran through Elizabeth’s spine, and the thrill was exhilarating. She was overwhelmed with the scent, and the feel of Merrill, who grinded against her hand. Elizabeth rubbed, and massaged, and toyed with the little nub between Merrill’s sweet folds. She writhed and panted into Elizabeth’s neck. Elizabeth allowed one finger to sink between the folds, and feel the warm velvet inside her. Merrill gasped, and clenched her thighs against Elizabeth. For a moment Elizabeth feared she may have hurt her, but that did not seem to be the case. Merrill grinded against Elizabeth, her movements becoming more fervent as whispered the name Elias.

‘Elias.’ She said over and over. Elizabeth felt a wave of fresh jealousy, but she did not stop. She slid another finger inside Merrill, and felt how tight she was. Of course Merrill was a virgin, this may have been the first time anyone had ever touched her like this. Would Merrill be upset that her first sexual encounter had been with a woman? Elizabeth would not allow her to discover the truth. She could not bear to lose Merrill.

Merrill gasped, and buried her face in the crook of Elizabeth’s neck. She bit down, and Elizabeth could not help but moan. Elizabeth was wet, and her own crotch tingled torturously, but there could be no