The End of Volume 2
The newlyweds blessed Mrs. Hill as their carriage rolled on towards London.
On the floor was a basket full of comestibles and various flagons of both cold and warm drinks.
Even with her husband’s insistence she eat and drink some at the wedding breakfast, Elizabeth’s stomach growled, letting her and, to her embarrassment, her husband know she needed to eat.
Darcy too was ready to eat as all he had had for breakfast was two small mince pies and a glass of lemonade, and it was not long before the blissful couple were sated after having enjoyed some of their favourites which Mrs. Hill had made sure to pack, though they did laugh at the amount she had managed to stuff into the basket.
The footmen, led by Johns who was now a Darcy employee, outriders, and driver were gifted the rest of the almost full basket when they stopped to rest the horses about halfway to London, and they smiled at one another as they heard many others extolling Mrs. Hill that morning.
After the break, the couple sat next to one other on the forward-facing bench.
As much as they wanted to slake their passion, both were tired and not many minutes after the departure from the coaching inn, they were asleep.
Elizabeth was secure in the cocoon of her husband’s arms with her head resting on one of his broad shoulders.
Some two hours later, Darcy woke before his wife as the conveyance bumped over the cobblestones telling him they were in London. “It is time to wake up, my love,” he said softly as he kissed Elizabeth on the forehead.
“Where are we?” She asked as her eyes blinked several times before remaining open.
“About to pull up to our house in Town, my beautiful wife,” Darcy informed his Elizabeth.
“Oh, I must look a fright,” Elizabeth gasped as she sat upright and attempted to put herself to rights.
“You look as you always do to me, love, the most handsome woman of my acquaintance,” Darcy soothed, understanding she wanted to make a good impression on the Darcy House servants. “You have nothing to worry about, Elizabeth. The servants already love you.”
By the time the footman placed the steps and opened the door, Elizabeth felt she had done a creditable job of repairing her appearance. Darcy stepped down and then turned and handed his wife down. Mr. and Mrs. Killion were waiting for the couple on the top step, in front of the open heavy oak door.
Before she knew what was happening, and not caring who would see them, Darcy scooped his bride up into his arms effortlessly and proceeded up the stairs.
Even his stoic butler could not help but have the edges of his mouth turn up at the master’s antics.
“William!” Elizabeth objected half-heartedly. “What will people say?”
“I care not, but if they have any sense, they will recognise I am a man who is besotted with his wife,” Darcy announced as he carried his smiling wife over the threshold and then put her down, neither missing the smiles and grins from the servants lined up to welcome them home.
None had ever seen the master so happy and playful before, and correctly ascribed the change they noted in the master to the petite woman he had just married.
“I thank you all for welcoming us home on our wedding day,” Elizabeth addressed the waiting servants.
“Those I did not have the pleasure of meeting on my tour; I will do so as soon as possible. Please carry on with your duties.”
The couple retired to their suite to change and rest before dinner. “How much time do you need Elizabeth?” Darcy asked gruffly, his eyes dark with desire.
“A half hour should be more than enough time, William,” Elizabeth returned, her heart racing with anticipation.
They entered their shared sitting room and parted with a long, languid kiss.
Elizabeth’s maid was waiting for her and helped her undress.
Once her stays were off and she was only in a light, almost transparent chemise, Elizabeth excused her maid, telling her that she would ring for her bath when needed.
Just on half an hour there was a knock on Darcy’s bedchamber door.
He had dismissed Carstens already leaving him alone in his chambers as he counted the minutes before making his way to his wife’s chambers.
He was dressed in a lawn shirt and breeches.
When he opened the door, the sight that met his eyes took his breath away.
For many months he had dreamt about seeing Elizabeth’s thusly, but the dreams were nothing to the reality. She was not a tall woman, but she had a curvaceous, womanly body. Her breasts were on the large side and his eyes locked onto the purple circle surrounding her pert, pink nipples.
The chemise ended just above her knees but being transparent giving him an almost unobstructed view of the triangle of dark hair between her legs. Darcy felt like his manhood was about to burst through his breaches on its own accord.
As she gave him a come-hither look, Elizabeth slowly lifted the chemise over her head and allowed it to fall at her feet. “William, you are far too dressed for the occasion,” Elizabeth told her husband saucily.
The lawn shirt was quickly pulled over his head and tossed aside.
Elizabeth stood in awe of the unimpeded view of her husband’s muscular chest. As she watched, licking her lips in anticipation, he opened and dropped his breeches to the floor, kicking them away and not caring a whit in which direction.
Elizabeth sucked in a deep breath as her eyes took in his rather large appendage.
Without a word, Darcy drew his wife into his chest and captured her lips with his own as he revelled in the feel of her against his chest, while she marvelled at the heat emanating off his manhood pressing against her stomach.
He lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth to suckle and lick, and her hand circled his shaft, which throbbed in appreciation.
When she instinctively began to stroke it, Darcy growled and picked his wife up, dropping her onto the bed joining her on it with speed as he kissed that sensitive area behind her ears.
He started a journey with his mouth that found first the one then the other breast, before he started feathering kisses down her body, feeling her tense when his mouth reached the top of the triangle of hair.
“Trust me, my love!” he beseeched as he lifted his head to lock their eyes.
Elizabeth relaxed and then she felt his fingers gently coaxing her legs open.
She gasped, loving the sensations he caused as he started to stroke her in ways that caused her body to soak his fingers as they stroked her.
As his mouth replaced his fingers, her body arched into him, and she gasped in pleasure and an explosion of passion as he lapped her while a finger slipped inside of her.
On a few occasions in the past, Elizabeth had given herself a release, but the sensations that came from her husband’s ministrations made this one infinitely more powerful.
The waves of pleasure seemed to come one after the other, and before they ceased, William was above her, supporting himself on his strong arms. Controlled movement of his hips caused the head of his appendage to traverse back and forth a few times, groaning when she coated him in wet heat and positioned the tip at the entrance to her core.
He was shaking with need as he slowly inserted it inside of her, himself gasping when she thrust her hips upwards to meet him.
Elizabeth’s unexpected movement had caused him to bury his member all the way inside of her, bursting through her maidenly barrier without pause as he had intended to do.
She had whimpered softly when the barrier was destroyed, but urged him not to stop, and Darcy, being a gentleman, could not but accede to his wife’s demands.
Each time he thrust back into her; she raised her hips to meet him, revelling in the feel of him and helping him reach as deep in her as was possible.
Never before had Elizabeth experienced more than one release in a night, but was soon moaning, writhing, and digging her nails into his back as she attained her second release and her reaction drove Darcy over the edge and his seed pulsed even deeper within his wife.
He rolled onto his back, bringing her with him.
Neither knew for how long they lay in that position, still connected in the most intimate way, until both of them were once again breathing normally and their hearts had slowed down to a normal pace.
Both experienced a sense of loss when they were no longer so intimately connected.
“Oh, William! Tell me you enjoyed that as much as I, for I felt like I was flying!” Elizabeth gushed in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
“I have never experienced so much pleasure and passion combined, my love,” Darcy agreed, guiding her down to him to kiss her.
As he deepened the kisses, both felt his manhood swelling, and he reached down to her bottom to press her against it, groaning when she undulated and smiled when she saw he desired her as much as she did him.
An hour later, they rang for their baths and informed the housekeeper, through Elizabeth’s maid, they would take their dinner on trays in their sitting room in an hour.
After each soaked in a relaxing, steamy bath, they enjoyed some of the tasty repast their cook had created for them, then they returned to the enormous bed in the master’s suite and were not heard from until they rang for their personal servants in the early morning.
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The day after The Rose sailed bearing the happy newlyweds towards the Kingdom of Portugal, the extended family arrived in London.
The notice of the wedding of Fitzwilliam Darcy and Lady Elizabeth Bennet had appeared in The Times the previous day, killing the last shred of hope any may have had at turning Lady Elizabeth’s head before she married Darcy.