Passing as Elias - By Kate Bloomfield Page 0,53

the utter truth, ‘But this cannot last.’ She held Merrill’s face in between her hands, and kissed her mouth. She could taste Merrill’s salty tears upon her lips.

Merrill kissed her with such ferocity that Elizabeth felt momentarily overpowered, even though Merrill was much smaller and weaker than her. Her breath was warm and sweet.

‘Wont you claim me?’ Merrill asked, wrapping her arms around Elizabeth’s neck. Elizabeth knew that Merrill was trying her hardest to make Elias stay.

Elizabeth let out a groan as Merrill kissed her again. Their tongues met, and they kissed deeply. Their wet, warm mouths explored one another hungrily.

Elizabeth could not take it any longer. She felt half mad with desire and wanted nothing more than to love Merrill completely and utterly in the way she deserved.

Elizabeth pressed Merrill against the workbench, sending quills and parchment to the floor. Vials smashed upon the stone, yet they ignored it. Their actions were fervent, desperate, and rushed. Elizabeth kissed Merrill with such force that the desk moved several inches, and books toppled to the floor. Merrill sat upon the bench-top and wrapped her legs around Elizabeth’s waist, forcing her closer.

With a swift movement Elizabeth lifted Merrill’s skirt until it was around her waist. She did not wear underpants, and a neat patch of dark hair could be seen between Merrill’s thighs.

An intoxicating scent reached Elizabeth’s nostrils. It was like a drug, and Elizabeth inhaled deeply. This made Merrill blush, and she looked deeply ashamed of herself as she parted her legs wider allowing Elizabeth more to gaze upon.

Elizabeth did not know what she was doing, but it felt so natural as she dropped to her knees as though about to worship her lover. She kissed Merrill’s inner thigh, her breath cascading over Merrill’s wetness.

‘Sir, please.’ Merrill tried to cover herself, ‘Please, do not stare.’

Merrill was embarrassed, and Elizabeth smiled as she tried to shield herself. This reminded Elizabeth of the first time she had lay with Captain Greenwood, how he had stared upon her like she were the most beautiful thing in the world.

Elizabeth now understood.

She wanted to smell Merrill. She wanted to taste her.

She inhaled, and was overwhelmed with the blissful perfume, the natural scent. It was heaven.

Elizabeth lowered her mouth and kissed around the patch of dark hair between Merrill’s thighs. She heard Merrill gasp audibly, and shy away.

‘What are you doing?’ Merrill said in a shaking voice, ‘Please, do not. I am embarrassed.’

Elizabeth ignored this, ‘You smell amazing.’

‘Do not say things like that.’ Merrill breathed, squirming.

‘I want to taste you.’ Elizabeth said glancing up at the expression on Merrill’s face. Never before had she considered doing this to another woman. Never before had Elizabeth imagined it being done to herself. She was not sure if it were a normal part of love making, yet it felt so right. She wanted to taste, to feel, and to smell Merrill.

Merrill was shocked. Her eyes were wide, and her face showed apprehension. Elizabeth could not resist her.

‘May I?’ Elizabeth asked.

Merrill did not say a word. A moment passed, and then she nodded.

And so Elizabeth lowered her mouth to Merrill, and kissed her there. Merrill gasped when Elizabeth’s tongue met her sex, and Elizabeth found her own body shaking.

‘What a thing to do, Sir!’ She gasped as Elizabeth’s tongue parted Merrill and lapped up her essence, swirling and dipping inside her. The simple act of tasting Merrill caused Elizabeth such physical pleasure that she found it difficult not to moan as well. Merrill’s gasps shot through Elizabeth like an electric current.

Elizabeth licked, and suckled, bringing Merrill to the brink of climax. Merrill’s back arched, and with her hands upon the back of Elizabeth’s head, she forced Elizabeth’s tongue deeper. Fingernails dug into Elizabeth’s scalp, and she wanted to touch herself while she tended to Merrill, for she was itching to feel the pleasure too. Yet she must not.

Elizabeth sank two fingers inside her, and flicked her tongue furiously over Merrill’s clitoris, making her squirm.

Finally, Merrill cried out and clenched her thighs. She convulsed upon the bench, writhing as though being tortured. It lasted an eternity, and Elizabeth lapped up the fresh wave that poured from Merrill.

Panting, Elizabeth got to her feet and kissed Merrill upon the mouth so she could taste her own sweetness.

They embraced, trying to catch their breaths.

Five minutes passed before either of them spoke.

‘Are you still leaving?’ Merrill said.

Elizabeth did not reply and stared into the distance. She did not wish to rid herself of Elias’ persona, but