Chapter Ten #2
“I don’t wish you to leave,” she said, taking a handful of his cravat, pulling him right up against her. She did not know if she could bear being all alone and cold in her bed after the warmth of his arms, of his mouth, of his voice calling her Lizzy.
He smiled at her. “Do you not?” his voice was deep again, knowing.
“No,” she said, breathless, and offered her mouth to him for more kisses.
He obliged her. He kissed her senseless, and she grew bold and took his hand and put it right back on her belly and he left it there and kissed her deeply and thoroughly.
His hand wandered, finding the edges of her belly and then going lower, scandalously lower, making her gasp as he had a handful of her between her thighs, through her nightdress, and that felt…
oh, his hand was so big and so warm and there was a marvelous amount of pressure everywhere, and she let out little moans as he began to move his palm against her in circles.
“You like that, then?” he murmured in her ear, quite satisfied with himself. “I suppose he did not do this.”
“Nothing at all like that,” she said.
“I wonder what else he didn’t do,” he said. “May I try something?”
“All right,” she sighed. She likely would have said yes to anything and everything he said right then. Her entire pelvis was tingling. It felt divine.
“You’ll need to lie down on your back on the bed,” he said.
That would mean he wasn’t touching her between her thighs anymore, would it not? She kissed his lips. “I’m quite pleased here,” she managed.
He laughed, kissing her hard. “You’ll like it, Lizzy,” he said in a voice like midnight. “Oblige me.”
She sighed, but she did it, moving back to lie down on the bed.
He climbed in with her and he began lifting her nightdress’s skirt. He bared her knees, her thighs.
Her breath picked up speed. Was he just going to do it, then, put that stiff part of him in her? Was she supposed to like that? Maybe it would be different if it was his? That entire part of her body was all tingly now, after all.
He bared her there, urging her thighs wider and smiled down at her. “There we are, there she is, quite prim and pretty, isn’t she?” He brushed his thumb over the lips of her.
Elizabeth did not think that part of her was either of those things, but she liked the way he was looking at it and decided not to argue with him.
She was entirely stunned when he ducked his head down and put his mouth to her there.
“Mr. Darcy!” she cried out, horrified.
He licked her deliciously. “Please call me Fitz when I have my mouth on your cunny, Lizzy.”
Oh, he was going to use that word, was he? Was she the sort of woman who men said vulgar words around now? She supposed she must be. She felt a bit dejected at that, but then, she became quite distracted.
“Now,” he breathed into her sex, “the woman who taught me to do this rather liked this, but you may not, and you must say so if you do not, all right? It can be different, too, less pressure, more, harder, softer, whatever you would like me to try.” And he suddenly latched onto the most sensitive part of her and pulled it right into his mouth and began to suck on it.
She let out a noise like a sob. What a sensation. She had never even imagined anything like that, let alone felt it.
He let off. “Is it bad?”
“N-no,” she managed.
He chuckled, quite satisfied with himself. “Shall I continue, then?”
“If you… if you do not mind it,” she whispered.
“Oh, I do not mind at all,” he said and there was something in his voice that made her believe him and then he was sucking her again, and it was as if she was lifting off the bed, a thing with feathers, rising into the morning sky as dawn splintered the darkness, heat and light overtaking her.
She had pleasured herself before, of course, not often, for she was not proud of it, but she had done it, and it usually took her a bit of time, but this was so very, very intense, and it was so pointed, so much sensation all around the most sensitive part of her body, and she found herself climbing higher and higher and feeling spikes of brightness darting through her, pressing her towards the highest heights until she crested against his mouth with a broken sob.
He kept going, unaware, and she had to push him off, gasping out, “Too much, too much,” because she was far too sensitive now for anything like that.
He stopped, delighted. “That quickly, Lizzy? Truly?”
She lay on the bed, her legs like jelly, her body all shot full of good feelings. She was breathing too hard.
He hovered over her face, propped up on his arms, smiling down at her. “Tell me truly, do you always do that so very, very quickly?”
She shook her head.
“Did he make you do it so quickly?”
“No, no, obviously he didn’t do that to me at all.”
He was quite pleased with that and kissed her. “Do you mean he just didn’t put his mouth to you, or do mean he didn’t even bother to make you come?”
She panted. “He didn’t do anything other than… than stick it in me.” Oh, could she not have found some other way to say that?
“I don’t like him,” said Mr. Darcy. “I suppose I wouldn’t like him in any case, but he seems rather a wretched blackguard, Lizzy.”
She nodded. “Yes.” Her voice wasn’t strong.
Mr. Darcy lay down next to her, growing serious. “I should not have done this to you at all, should I? Tell me what happened, then?”
“I don’t wish to speak of it,” she said firmly. “You said you did not need to know.”
He let out a noisy breath, gazing up at the ceiling.
She rolled into him, putting her face into his chest. “Don’t go,” she begged him. “Stay. If you want to do it to me now, I don’t mind, as long as you’ll stay.”
He wrapped his arms around her, but there was something in the way he held her, a stiffness that let her know she’d said the wrong thing.
She felt desperately near tears suddenly.
She did not know why. Truly, the pleasure he’d just wrung from her, it was like nothing she’d ever felt, and she ought to feel jubilant, but everything seemed so fraught and she felt such shame and he had called it her cunny, and he thought she was little more than his personal strumpet now, and she didn’t care, she did not care a whit as long as he would hold her.
Now, she was crying. She was trying to do it quietly, so that he wouldn’t notice, but he was stroking her hair, and she was pressed into him, all along the length of his body, so of course, she could feel him, could feel that part of him, throbbing and hard right against the fleshy part of her leg, and she told herself to stop crying, because he wouldn’t find that very fetching.
He held her tighter. “Lizzy, oh, Lizzy, what am I doing to you? How could I be so selfish?”
“You’re not,” she whispered fiercely. “Not even a little selfish. You put your mouth on me there.”
He laughed a sad laugh. “Oh, that was selfish. I rather enjoyed that. No, I should not be taking things from you. What has happened to you? Why have I not asked this before? Why have I simply assumed that you had arrived here for me, for my pleasure? Why am I so very horrible?”
“You’re not horrible,” she said. “There have been a number of horrible things that have happened to me in the past several months, and this, I can tell you, has not been horrible.”
He sighed, laughing the sad laugh again. He kissed her forehead. “I want to take care of you.”
“All right,” she said, with a sigh.
“You do not have to service me in any way, Lizzy. I should not have assumed you’d be amenable. This was wrong.” But he did not let go of her and she was glad of it.
“Stay,” she breathed.
“Just until you fall asleep,” he murmured into her hair.
“Yes, it would not do for Caroline to find us thus,” she said, and she found herself yawning again.
He stroked her hair. “Well, I suppose she’ll eventually have to know,” he said.
“No,” she moaned. “No, she’ll spread it everywhere. She’ll tell everyone. She’ll—”
“Hush, Lizzy,” he said. “Time enough to speak of this later. Sleep.” He stroked her hair rhythmically.
She sighed, sagging into him. He was so very large and so very warm. She liked everything about having him here, wrapped round her.
She slept.