Chapter 23 #3
When he finished, he pulled off the towel and his robe and reclined beside her, covering them both with the sheet.
They lay in silence, their bodies feeling and craving each other without actually touching.
His fingers caressed her face while his lips tantalised hers before claiming a long-desired kiss.
For a time, their lips joined and danced together, passionately yet patiently, with restrained desire.
Their bodies, with nothing to keep them apart, tentatively brushed against each other.
His hands slowly travelled along, burning her skin, making her shiver, and she could hardly think or do anything but surrender to him.
As with a will of their own, her hands shyly stroked his chest then moved lower to his waist. He moaned, and suddenly her mind vividly woke up.
She broke their kiss and withdrew enough to meet his eyes.
“I wish to touch you,” she whispered, and his eyes darkened; after a brief hesitation, he turned on his back, his breathing deep and slow, then remained still.
She smiled and climbed on her side so her lips could reach his and her hand rested on his chest. Her long hair, slightly wet, fell in heavy curls, tickling his skin.
“I love your hair,” he moaned. Slowly, watching his face, she gathered her hair on one side and allowed it to fall over his shoulder and chest. His hand glided along her nape, and he tried to pull her head closer to capture her lips, but she resisted.
Instead, her lips traced light kisses along his jaw, his neck, then lower until she stopped at the spot where his heart was beating.
Her fingers brushed against the curly hair on his chest with shy curiosity while her lips touched, explored, and tasted his skin as he had done to her.
As all attention was turned to the novelty of her exploration, her breasts brushed against his chest, and a joint moan escaped their lips.
A moment later, she repeated the gesture, the pleasure of his chest hair against her hard breasts growing unbearable.
Her hand slid lower to his waist, towards his hips, her fingers stroking his skin.
“Elizabeth…” he begged, and she stopped for a moment, lifting her eyes to him; it was dark, but the moonlight was enough for their eyes to meet.
“What should I do now to please you? Please teach me…” she whispered.
He gently caressed her hair. “I have nothing to teach you, my love. Each of your touches gives me more pleasure than I ever felt before. This is perfect,” he said, and she smiled then resumed her caresses, her upper body now completely lying atop his.
While her small kisses burned his chest, her hand lowered even more until it finally reached the object of her interest, brushing it tentatively.
The sensation was so powerful that his hips shuddered and his hands tightly entwined in her hair while her fingers remained still, barely touching him.
“Oh God, please,” he begged her, and she was not certain what she should do next.
Her fingers moved slowly along his hardness; with complete shock, she explored every inch of it, amazed at its size, strength, and softness.
His deepest moan was the sign she needed to increase her caresses and her other hand moved to the same spot, searching with curiosity; then her fingers entwined and closed around it.
“Please, my love,” he begged again, and his hips shuddered and arched towards her hands; her fingers resumed their movement along the hard softness, daringly, strongly, then, without much consideration, her lips pressed upon it.
Then, slowly, her lips joined her fingers in caressing him and her tongue curiously tasted him.
The sensation, so new, so strange, so unexpected, disconcerted her for a moment, and she wondered whether she should continue.
But his hoarse voice, his pleading, his hips moving to the rhythm of her fingers, reminded her of the torturous, exquisite pleasure he had given her so many times—and she thought of nothing but to offer him what he desired.
Her fingers and lips together resumed their caresses, and each of her kisses, each of her touches elicited deeper moans from him.
She could feel his hardness pulsing in her hand as if it was alive, growing even harder when her lips touched and tasted it, and a strange sensation built and burned inside her as his pleasure became hers.
“Elizabeth, wait… I want to touch you, too,” he said but she could not understand his meaning.
A moment later, however, she felt his strong hands moving her body, and with the deepest shock, she felt his hands and his mouth caressing her legs, then tantalising her inner thighs and gliding between them.
She needed only an instant to understand that he wished for them both to share the same sensation, to bear the same torturous feelings.
She resumed her caress, whilst her own body craved and was gratified with his passionate touches, each of them more preoccupied with the other’s pleasure, trying to offer more than they received, until everything collapsed around them.
As quick as a heartbeat, she found herself turned again, and his weight crushed her as he entered deeper, stronger, and faster than ever before.
She cried but not from pain—as her mind anticipated with some worry—but of unexpected pleasure and of the fulfilled desire of feeling him inside her.
She clasped her legs around his waist, and he tried to catch his breath while he conquered her with long, slow, deep thrusts.
She bit his shoulder while the rhythm of his hips increased and his passion invaded her stronger and stronger, deeper and deeper until pleasure shattered her violently while his body convulsed upon hers, bursting inside her.
For a long time, neither of them had the strength or the will to move.
He only freed her from his weight as she needed to regain her breathing, but their lower bodies remained joined.
She could still feel him inside her, not as large or as strong as before but pulsing lively.
Their hands continued to caress each other tenderly as they struggled to recover from the storm of sensation that left them completely spent, exhausted in mind and body.
“You are so wonderful, and I love you so much,” he whispered while he kissed her forehead. “That was… The pleasure you gave me was the most exquisite sensation I have ever experienced… If I ever dreamt that you would someday touch me in such a way, my dream was a pale shadow of the reality.”
She looked at him with a slight uneasiness he did not miss. “I cannot believe what we just did… It was so unexpected, so hard to imagine… Yet, it feels so natural when we are together. I love you so deeply and completely,” she replied, caressing his face.
It was almost midnight when they finally fell asleep, tightly embraced in the large bed of the master of Pemberley, ending their day as passionately as it began.