CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE #3
He pushed her shift over her rump and kissed a buttock. She shivered. His long, lean fingers continued to fondle her, stoking the flame. It burned more intensely. She started to squirm and whine. He palmed a buttock to hold her still. Her cunnie throbbed angrily.
“Take me…please,” she said when his fingers slowed. Her body was on fire.
His grasp on her rump tightened. There was a pause, then she felt his cock sinking into her, filling her with its hardness.
Victory! The muscles of her cunnie flexed about him.
It was his turn to shiver. With a forced exhale, he thrust himself in and out of her.
Every time his length brushed against her most sensitive spot was music to her body.
At first he moved too slowly. But then he leaned himself against his forearms so that he could delve into her deeper and more forcefully, his chest bumping into her back with the motions, his pelvis pushing against her rump.
The pent-up frustration from the deferred fulfilment had intensified her lust, and she found herself hurtling to her climax with a speed and strength that frightened her.
She wanted to brace herself for the impact, but when he slammed his cock into her in rapid succession, she came near to exploding against her will.
“Permission!” she managed to cry, though it would not have mattered what he replied.
Her body was at the edge when he grunted his approval.
She screamed as her body bucked and shook.
Vaguely, she felt hot liquid filling her as he spent in unison with her.
He collapsed on top of her, his body damp from perspiration, his heart pounding as furiously as hers.
She felt shattered, relieved, and euphoric.
Their fingers found each other and entwined.
“My God, Lizzy,” he murmured, kissing her temple.
“Lesson learned,” she replied. “I think I shall like these advanced lessons.”
He groaned and, rolling off of her, scooped her into his arms. They lay together until her spirits, rising to playfulness again, wanted him to account for his having ever fallen in love with her.
“You were in love with me even before our first lesson at Trenwith House?” she asked.
“I fought it, but my feelings for you prevailed. What a fool I was not to have had an inkling of how much you abhorred me!”
“Yes! You could have then saved yourself the pain of pressing your suit.”
“I think I would still have been compelled to take the honourable course, given what transpired at our third lesson. It so happened I had a dual purpose for seeking your hand. Your compromised state only added insult to injury when you rejected me. Did you have no fear for the worst? Was I such an abomination to you that you would rather face ignominy than be married to me?”
“I suppose I was not thinking clearly at the time. Given my flaws, how could you begin to love me? I can comprehend your going on charmingly, when you had once made a beginning, but what could set you off in the first place?”
"I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun."
"My beauty you had early withstood, and as for my manners—my behaviour to you was at least always bordering on the uncivil, and I never spoke to you without rather wishing to give you pain than not. Now be sincere; did you admire me for my impertinence?"
"For the liveliness of your mind, I did."
"You may as well call it impertinence at once.
It was very little less. The fact is, that you were sick of civility, of deference, of officious attention.
You were disgusted with the women who were always speaking, and looking, and thinking for your approbation alone.
I roused, and interested you, because I was so unlike them.
Had you not been really amiable, you would have hated me for it; but in spite of the pains you took to disguise yourself, your feelings were always noble and just; and in your heart, you thoroughly despised the persons who so assiduously courted you.
There—I have saved you the trouble of accounting for it; and really, all things considered, I begin to think it perfectly reasonable.
To be sure, you knew no actual good of me—but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love. "
Her pretty little speech complete, she nestled into the crook of his arm.
"Was there no good in your affectionate behaviour to Jane while she was ill at Netherfield?" he replied, stroking the arm she draped over him.
"Dearest Jane! Who could have done less for her?
But make a virtue of it by all means. My good qualities are under your protection, and you are to exaggerate them as much as possible; and, in return, it belongs to me to find occasions for teasing and quarrelling with you as often as may be; and I shall begin directly by asking you what made you so unwilling to come to the point at last. What made you so shy of me, when you first called, and afterwards dined here?
Why, especially, when you called, did you look as if you did not care about me? "
She turned to look at him. He returned her gaze.
"Because you were grave and silent, and gave me no encouragement."
"But I was embarrassed."
"And so was I."
"You might have talked to me more when you came to dinner."
"A man who had felt less, might."
"How unlucky that you should have a reasonable answer to give, and that I should be so reasonable as to admit it!
But I wonder how long you would have gone on, if you had been left to yourself.
I wonder when you would have spoken, if I had not asked you!
My resolution of thanking you for your kindness to Lydia had certainly great effect.
Too much, I am afraid; for what becomes of the moral, if our comfort springs from a breach of promise?
I ought not to have mentioned the subject. This will never do."
"You need not distress yourself. The moral will be perfectly fair.
Lady Catherine's unjustifiable endeavours to separate us were the means of removing all my doubts.
I am not indebted for my present happiness to your eager desire of expressing your gratitude.
I was not in a humour to wait for any opening of yours.
My aunt's intelligence had given me hope, and I was determined at once to know every thing. "
"Lady Catherine has been of infinite use, which ought to make her happy, for she loves to be of use. But tell me, what did you come down to Netherfield for? Was it merely to ride to Longbourn and be embarrassed? Or had you intended any more serious consequence?"
"My real purpose was to see you, and to judge, if I could, whether I might ever hope to make you love me. My avowed one, or what I avowed to myself, was to see whether your sister were still partial to Bingley, and if she were, to make the confession to him which I have since made."
"Shall you ever have courage to announce to Lady Catherine what is to befall her?"
"I am more likely to want more time than courage, Lizzy. But it ought to be done, and if our good innkeeper will provide a sheet of paper at a fair price, it shall be done directly."
"And if I had not a letter to write myself, I might sit by you and admire the evenness of your writing, as another young lady once did. But I have an aunt, too, who must not be longer neglected."
Sitting up, Lizzy began collecting her garments till she noticed him staring intently at her.
“How much did you pay the keeper of the inn for the use of this room?” he asked.
“I paid half a crown for two hours of solitude.”
“It has been but an hour.”
She looked to him and did not protest when he pulled her back down to the bed.