Noble Duty

4. Of Differences

Gillian and I lay on the bed in conjoined bliss, still occasionally trembling from our orgasms as we calmed. "Better each time, Jarvis."

"Ummm! Like most things, it improves with practice. This is our eleventh fuck, so –"

"What! You count?"

I bobbed my head. "My training, I suppose. My focus on facts and figures."

"Like I observed in Father and my brothers. They saw the underpinnings, the details; I saw the whole, the overview."

"Humm! Possibly innate. Another of the differences between men and women." I gave a gentle thrust. "I do love the differences."

"Unh! As do I." She churned her hips. "Impossible to do this without them. So, this was our eleventh?"

I thrust again and chuckled. "It still is, though I am now falling flaccid and cannot continue."

She giggled and moved more vigorously. "But I can. Another of our differences. And with this being the eleventh, I must be approaching forty orgasms with you."

I nodded. "Forty-eight in here, plus the one on the strand."

"Oh, my! Do you count everything?"

"Only the important things." I trailed my fingernails lightly down her back and across her buttocks. "Shall I assist you to the fiftieth?"

She trembled. "Please."

A few minutes later, while she calmed, I asked, "Do these continue keeping your cramps and aches at bay?"

"Ummm. I had forgotten about those – and the willow bark."

"Excellent! More reason to continue." I chuckled. "As if we need additional reason."

"And continue? We must examine whether we should after my bleeding ends."

"Almost two days since it began – mid-afternoon on Tuesday.

"Ummm, when we reboarded. We have two or three days to decide – maybe four. By then, the novelty will have passed, and we will be able to look at it rationally."

"The novelty, yes, but with it increasingly better, my craving will only grow."

"And mine." She churned her hips and moaned. "Would being pregnant make the journey more difficult?"

I chuckled. "Beyond my scope, but Judith might know."

"Difficult to approach her with it. Her past experience will cause her to counsel me to await wedlock."

"Perhaps if you were indirect. Set the scene after our wedding, and ask what to expect during early pregnancy."

"Ummm, that would work. Also, I need to find a gentle way to let her know her propriety reminders are often brusque and overbearing."

"As I have noted. And all the more inappropriate with others present."

We remained silent in our thoughts for a long while, enjoying our closeness. Then, she said, "Thinking about the memorial service – and what you called your father. It surprised me, but there was no time then to ask."

"Surprised? How so?"

"You told me he was a merchant's son, but at the service, you called him Sir William Jarvis Overton, Baronet."

"Ah, indeed. For providing ships and crew for privateering in the Caribbean during the Spanish War – and for all else the family had done – the King created a baronetcy for him."

"Oh! The King's favour you had mentioned. And with Baronet being a hereditary title, you have now succeeded to it."

"Unofficially, yes, but it is not recognised until placed on the Official Roll. Until then, I remain Sir Jarvis with no postnominal."