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Fitzwilliam Darcy could not remember ever having been this angry. He watched the bewildered servants carrying their trunks into Hunsford parsonage and wondered where it had all gone so wrong.
They had been visiting with Lady Catherine- their first visit since their marriage, on Elizabeth’s request. She did not wish him estranged from his relations, no matter how much he reassured her he cared little for the society at Rosings. So they found themselves on the road to Kent from London, arriving that morning to be settled into their quarters inside the great house.
Separate quarters, he felt he should clarify, as even though they had made their preferences clear, Lady Catherine did not seem to find it necessary to provide them with suitable rooms. This should have been his first sign that reparations would perhaps not be as simple as they had initially hoped.
The second sign should have been the seating arrangement at dinner. After freshening up, they both made their way (from their separate quarters) through the guest wing to dinner, arriving arm in arm. True, Darcy had taken a slight detour to show her the house- and perhaps a small part of him enjoyed showing her everything he had promised she would see on these very grounds, a lifetime ago- but that had been no excuse for them on arrival being seated as far away from each other as humanly possible.
To his surprise, Lady Catherine had seated Elizabeth closer to herself, and proceeded to ignore him for most of the evening while she interrogated his wife.
“You are rather late, Mrs Darcy, I suppose you had trouble choosing a dress for this evening? One must find it hard to adjust to having such wide variety of wardrobe.”
Elizabeth answered that indeed she had not noticed- she was still used to following dinner etiquette in London, had her Ladyship been in town lately?
“Tell me Mrs Darcy, have you and my nephew hosted a ball yet? It would look odd, you know, to remain completely secluded as you seem to have been doing. Why, people would rather think you do not wish to appear in public”.
Elizabeth replied that she took her job as hostess most seriously, but in light of the honourable invitation from her Ladyship there was nothing to it than to delay the planning of such events. She knew her husband was most eager for a ball, and was sorry to be holding him back.
So on and so forth they continued, Lady Catherine ignoring everyone else in the room in favour of singling out his wife. Darcy was not sure whether to be amused or disheartened at their clashing, and felt rather sorry that Richard could not accompany them on this visit, for he surely would have enjoyed hearing what Elizabeth had to say to their aunt. As it was, the only other members at dinner were Mr and Mrs Collins, and of course Anne and her companion, Mrs Jenkins.
Darcy, mercifully, was placed to sit beside Mrs Collins, which had the advantage both of providing him with sensible conversation during dinner as well as distracting her husband’s attempts at engaging his attention. They spoke on a number of topics, catching up on their mutual acquaintances in Hertfordshire- whom Darcy had seen more recently than Mrs Collins herself- and it was enough to almost make Darcy ignore what was going on on the other side of the dinner table.
“I have noticed you have born my nephew no heir, Mrs Darcy. It is the duty of every gentleman’s wife to give her husband an heir, but perhaps, given your parents were not able to produce one I should not be surprised. You should make sure to check these things, for perhaps there is something wrong.”
Elizabeth paused for the first time, caught off guard. Silence permeated the table.
“I would thank you not to give advice where it is unwanted, aunt” Darcy spoke to Lady Catherine for the first time, livid.
“ And whyever not? Almost two years of marriage and no heir- no child? Indeed it is lucky you have come here so that I may assist you.”
“Our personal affairs are not to be discussed.”
“This is not to be borne- I shall not be spoken to like this in my own home. It is not enough that you have disgraced yourself with a marriage so below you as to tarnish your good name forever, but your wife does not seem to understand her duties as well? What a misguided union indeed.”
That was enough. Darcy stood abruptly from the table, catching Elizabeth’s nod from across the room. “Thank you for the meal, aunt, I believe we are leaving.” His jaw muscles clenched.
“Leaving? This is unheard of, Darcy I insist you stay where you are”
Lady Catherine’s words fell on deaf ears as Elizabeth stood from the table as well, taking his arm so they could make their way to the hall and ask the servants for their carriage.
Darcy could not see straight. To have his wife addressed in such a manner as a guest of his aunt. Had he ever thought Elizabeth’s relations had been ill-behaved, it was yet further proof at his complete failure to reflect on his own failings. Never could he imagine Mrs Bennet treating a guest in such a way. Many things could be said about his mother-in-law, but that she set the most hospitable table in the county was undeniable.
He felt Elizabeth squeeze his arm. “Fitzwilliam, do you think it wise for us to travel so late? The roads are dark, and it looks like it will rain soon. Would it not be best to wait till morning?”
“I will not stay a minute longer here, Elizabeth. I cannot bear the sight of Lady Catherine’s hatred towards you.”
“Do not worry about me, I am quite recovered. I was merely… stumped by the suddenness of the question. I am well, I assure you, but I really think-“ she seemed to glance at something behind his back, “-it may be that we do not have to stay with your aunt after all, my love”
He turned around at this as well, seeing Mrs Collins walking towards them with a determined stride (her husband was consoling Lady Catherine with his sage counsel, not doubt).
And so they had ended up here. With Charlotte’s invitation for them to stay the night at the parsonage so they could set off in the morning, Darcy now watched the last of their things be carried into the guest rooms of the comfortable house. Elizabeth had gone ahead to make sure all was well in their room- their shared room, and here he was certain he had Mrs Collins’ excellent intuition to thank- and Darcy was to follow her after he had made sure all their belongings had been removed from Rosings.
Still reeling from the memory of their argument with his aunt, he took the stairs two at a time and entered the guest room. He sighed, quickly disposing of his cravat, tailcoat and waistcoat until he could untuck his shirt from his trousers. Distractedly, he removed his boots and stored them aside. How could the evening had deteriorated so quickly?
Even now Darcy felt the distinct humiliation of the spectacle his aunt- and admittedly, himself- had made at dinner. She had been cruel and haughty and completely oblivious to the feelings of everyone else at the table. The things she had said about Elizabeth were unpardonable, and he was sorry to have ever exposed her to his aunt’s vitriol.
Yet he could not help but feel that his aunt’s sentiments were not so different from what he himself had told her in this very house so long ago. Granted, he would never have been so indelicate as to bring up matters best kept between a husband and wife, but had he not himself told her how marrying her would be a degradation? Had he not, in so many words, expressed how lucky she was that he had condescended to consider marriage to her? In truth, his aunt was an uncomfortable reminder of the path he had been heading towards, had not Elizabeth made him open his eyes, and this realisation was not something that weighed lightly on his conscious.
Preoccupied as he was in this manner of self-recrimination, Darcy did not notice Elizabeth coming to stand in front of him until he felt her small hands on his cheeks, making him look down to face her eyes.
“Fitzwilliam.”
His wife’s gaze broke his reverie, but his jaw did not relax. Nor was his distress lessened by observing that Elizabeth seemed much less affected by the events of the evening than he.
“Let it go.”
He shook his head, “I will have my family respected in the house they are staying.”
“And so we are,” she soothed, running her hands down his shoulders, “by everyone that matters. Lady Catherine and I will perhaps never see eye to eye, but we knew that when we arrived. Come now.”
She let go of his face to tug him towards the bed by the arms, but Darcy, still not completely at ease, resisted. Apparently changing tactics, Elizabeth locked her eyes with his once more and smiled wryly. Darcy felt her hands coming to run around his back in wide circles, the occasional hint of her blunt nails digging through his shirt and into his skin.
“If you cannot forgive, we shall simply have to work on making you forget”
With that said, Darcy felt the pressure at his back increase, and he arched his chest forward. It was involuntary, as was the shot of arousal slithering from his back down to his groin. Elizabeth knew very well what she was doing, knew exactly what this particular action did to him, and was far from apologetic about the effect she was having. A cross response was on the tip of his tongue when Elizabeth suddenly stepped back altogether, sliding her arms out from around him.
Darcy watched his wife walk herself backwards until she was by the foot of their borrowed bed, perching on the end. For all he attempted to remain stern and show her he would not be so easily swayed, his traitorous body betrayed him. Yes, Lady Catherine certainly could not be excused from her behaviour so easily, and he was by no means finished berating himself, but the tantalising image of Elizabeth right there, glowing and beautiful and radiant, was quickly overcoming any self reproof.
He felt his gaze finally soften when she turned a sultry look towards him, crooking a finger to urge him toward her. Conditioned as his body was to respond to such a stare, particularly when there was a bed involved, Darcy felt his trousers tighten, breath increasing minutely. More and more of his resistance fell away until he could not remember why he had objected in the first place.
“Come” she said again.
Darcy went.
When he reached Elizabeth’s position, she spread her legs for him, allowing him to step in between and run his hands down her arms and shoulders. He deflated slightly, feeling the tension of the day finally begin to retreat under his wife’s embrace, and the familiar weight of her around him.
“See, my love? No matter what your aunt may say, I have high hopes for the state of our marriage yet”
“Enough about Lady Catherine” he growled, leaning down to kiss her.
“I quite agree” Elizabeth smiled, opening her mouth to allow his tongue to dip inside.
The heat of her mouth was heaven, and her arms wrapping around him once more was rapture. All further thought dissolved in favour of the vision before him, the joy of knowing that despite it all, this amazing woman loved him and wanted him.
He bent himself even lower and moved to palm her breasts, twisting her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and eliciting a moan from her.
In the same breath, he felt her hands run up his sides, under his shirt to caress the skin of his belly. He twitched towards her, rubbing his growing erection against her leg. The cloth of his trousers created a friction that was half pleasant half grating, but he paid it no mind, too preoccupied with his wife’s hands on his skin to care for the discomfort.
Continuing to rut on her leg as he was, Darcy was quite oblivious to the fact Elizabeth had begun to undo his shirt buttons until his shirt fell around his shoulders, exposing his bare chest.
Her hands moved higher, higher, as high as she could reach, savouring the newly exposed canvas before her, applying her nails to the skin lightly once more, marking him as hers. Darcy groaned into her mouth at the thought, pushing his chest further into that heat until he felt properly owned. Elizabeth’s hands, however, kept advancing up his chest and he finally broke their kiss to observe them.
She brushed her fingers along the red marks she had left, already beginning to lighten and disappear, briefly catching his nipple with her nail in the process. Darcy inhaled sharply, more aware of his aching erection than ever- he would’ve been embarrassed by his speedy arousal had not Elizabeth continued to move her hands along his chest. Up she went until she had come fully around to his back again, only her thumbs remaining at his collarbones on each side.
Never breaking his gaze, she pushed down on his shoulders to urge him to his knees. Darcy went more than willingly, dropping at her feet, legs spread to expose his erection for her consideration. He sat back on his heels, the material of his trousers stretched tight along his thighs leaving little of what effect she was having on him to the imagination.
He took advantage of his new position to run his hands up the length of her shapely calves, and as he looked up at her through his dense lashes his breath caught in his throat, hips stuttering towards her. By God was she a vision.
Looking down on him with such love and tenderness, curls slightly askew and coming loose from the excitement of the day, she caressed the back of his neck. Her skirt and petticoat had at some point been pushed up her thigh, exposing her creamy skin and the silk of her stockings. She seemed to glow, forcefully pushing away any gloomy thought of his and inserting herself in its stead, until all he could think about was her. He wanted to worship her.
“May I?” He asked, surprised to hear his voice so rough already.
Rather than answering she simply tipped her head in a “go ahead” motion and spread her legs further. Darcy began slowly, cautiously, sliding his hands up her legs, savouring the feel of her silk stockings against his palms. He let his fingers make their way under her skirts, the wetness he encountered there instead of the expected fabric making him pause.
“When-?“ he started.
“Remember I said I was to go make sure everything in our chambers was prepared? Well let us say I did some preparing of my own”
His cock absolutely throbbed at this, the pressure inside his trousers nigh on unbearable as he rocked back and forth on the floor. The image, the very idea that he had been but a few doors away as Elizabeth had been on this very bed, likely stretching herself and using her fingers to bring herself pleasure like he wanted to do for her. Did she think of him, he wondered? Was she consumed by the same all encompassing burning which seemed his constant companion?
He suddenly needed to be closer to her, and dived his head towards her core like a man starving, moaning at the first taste of her on his tongue. He devoted himself to her pleasure completely, running his tongue slowly through her folds before applying more pressure and just barely teasing her with a hint of tongue inside her. Darcy made sure to take his time, working her slowly open while ignoring his own arousal, hot and leaking between his spread thighs.
She rewarded him with her vocal enjoyment, exclaiming loudly as he continued to bury his mouth all over her. When he sucked at her clit, he felt her hands shooting to grip his hair, grabbing handfuls of curls and tugging, forcing an incomprehensible sound from him. His scalp tingled as she tugged harder, directing his head where she wanted him and he let her, savouring it and the two parts pain one part pleasure her treatment elicited. Dazedly, he wondered at how the sharpness of the pain made the pleasure all the starker.
He continued to dutifully suck wherever she brought him, and she tugged and tugged until he felt he was trembling. His hand moved to palm at the bulge in his trousers, rubbing over the wetness as his neglected cock throbbed along with his scalp.
“Don’t touch yourself” Elizabeth breathed. He moaned and brought his hand back to her thigh. “Good boy” she whispered, and somehow that made the ache in his groin worse.
She took control of his head until she was almost riding his face, Darcy’s hands remaining obediently twitching at her thighs. She used him to get off while he moaned helplessly between her legs, his untouched cock pulsing madly. He felt each twitch and quiver of her cunt as she squeezed around his face, tighter, tighter, the grip on his hair stronger, until it was as if a dam broke and she convulsed all around him, calling out his name as she clamped down on his lips and nose. He moaned along with her, desperately aroused.
His only regret was that he had not the presence of mind to look up at her as she reached her completion, but being able to stay there, face pressed against her wet sex when she came down from her high was compensation enough.
Elizabeth panted heavily and he with her, hips twitching for stimulation without the distraction of his wife. This seemed to catch Elizabeth’s eye and she finally, mercifully, pressed her foot against his raging erection.
Darcy gasped, hips stuttering in place. As he rutted, he felt her hands come up to squeeze his, keeping them at her thighs. He breathed heavily, mind empty of anything but her and the pleasure zinging up his cock.
The pressure shifted and changed, foot lifting off him ever so slightly before pressing down. He met her halfway each time, quivering, his body moving by itself to take all that she gave him. His erection was pressed tight within his trousers, trapped between his pelvis and her foot, adding to the tension that had been building there ever since he dropped to his knees. Even through the blasted fabric, her touch on his cock was too much.
All too soon she removed even this meagre stimulation, and when he whined in protest she used a finger to tip his face towards her by the chin, making him look at her. She was smiling down at him, just as flushed as he imagined himself to be, and sans any clothes but her chemise- how had he not noticed her take them off?
Her thumb ran the border of his wet mouth, round and round until she was pushing in, pressing on his bottom lip and stretching his lips wide. He let his lips pliantly stretch before he sucked at the intrusion with a moan. His hips seeked her foot once more but could not seem to find the appropriate leverage.
“Thank you” Elizabeth breathed, her other hand brushing his messy hair away from his face. He was trapped between her two hands, above and below, kneeling before her, and he would not wish to be anywhere else.
“Now,” she continued, smiling, “come and take your reward.”
With that all hands disappeared from his body and he surged up, using his legs to push off the floor and climb onto the bed as Elizabeth moved herself back, until he was hovering on his elbows above her, clothed erection pressed teasingly against her folds.
He began to unbutton his trousers with one hand, Elizabeth’s own coming to assist him until finally, finally, his bare cock was pressed against her, hard and leaking copiously. Feeling suddenly overwhelmed, he groaned and took a moment to breathe, afraid he was going to spill immediately after so much teasing.
Again, it was Elizabeth that broke his concentration, “Please, Fitzwilliam, I am yours” and suddenly he stopped holding back.
His hips moved quite on their own, plunging his cock into her wetness ever so slightly- checking, always checking she was ready and he would not cause her any pain- but her impatient groan encouraged him to move even deeper. He whimpered as he felt her squeeze around him, arms trembling on either side of her head. He forced himself to control and set a steady rhythm.
Elizabeth underneath him- and above him, beside him, anywhere, really- was beautiful, hair loose and spread like a halo on the pillows beneath her. She was vocal, his Elizabeth, moaning and growling and directing him where to go with breathless words. Her pussy around him was heaven, soft and pliant and exciting every single one of his nerves neglected for so long in his trousers. He gasped and shivered when she wrapped her arms around him once more, running up and down his back.
They sped up, rutting and growling and moaning their combined pleasure, the bed underneath them complaining with the force of their lovemaking. This, combined with the wetness of their coupling made the noises absolutely obscene. Darcy swore he had never been so aroused, so long denied only to be given everything he had ever wanted. Dimly, he was aware that he was a guest in this house, that they should show some restraint, but he had lost the ability to care long ago. As Elizabeth arched and her fingers dug into his back, he resolved that any consequence come morning will be worth giving her this.
His cock twitched inside her, her cunt quivered around him, and Darcy moaned, inhaling quick, sharp little breaths nearing the very edge. Pressure building low in his groin, in his belly, he was ready to tip over, just a little more stimulation, only just. His legs were shaking.
He looked at his wife again and knew that she was close, too, all the signs he’d learned from over a year of experience indicating she was on the brink of ecstasy. The sight was too much and he erupted, shouting out as he convulsed inside her. As the first spurts of his release escaped, he brought a trembling hand to rub at her clit, wanting her to finish with him. All it took was two practiced movements before he gasped, feeling her orgasming for the second time around him.
They twitched together, holding onto each other tightly, sweaty bodies stuck to one another until it was all over and they collapsed. Darcy quickly rolled himself to the side and onto his back so as not to crush her, feeling like he’d ran a marathon.
“I think,” he said after a while, “you have successfully driven all thought of Lady Catherine from my head, my dear”
He grinned when she laughed. “I am glad to be of service, of course, but there you go now and mention her again. Whatever shall we do about it?”
Darcy leaned on his arm to face her, “What would you suggest?”
“I may have an idea”
He did not expect her to rise at this, and watched, bewildered, as she went to rifle through their things- only recently brought up from across the road. After some time she pulled out a nondescript looking satchel. He raised an eyebrow. Elizabeth let him stew in his confusion for a short while before revealing the contents.
It appeared to be a series of straps and buckles, tangled together in a large knot. The knot seemed wrapped around 2 larger items whose edges stuck out through the little holes in the clustered material. Nimble movements revealed these to be a small vial and a large, wooden shaft. Darcy’s tired cock twitched.
White’s Gentlemen’s Club, London, 1 Week Earlier
“There he is! I say, Darcy it has been an age since last I saw you. How was the Tour?”
Darcy firmly shook the hand of his old friend, Reginald Tollcross. “All I could ever wish for. And yourself? I hear congratulations are in order”
“Thank you, thank you! I am the happiest man alive I am sure- there now Darcy don’t start arguing, each of us must make valiant attempts to discredit the other, of course, until we naturally come to a truce with neither of us satisfied, so let us skip through all that right to the part where you tell me about your magnificent wife”
“I dare not speak for fear of doing her ill justice, but I sincerely hope you will not have to rely on my word alone for long. Elizabeth has insisted we attend your ball tomorrow evening, I hope to introduce you.” Darcy replied with a smile. Though he had not seen Reginald since his marriage- and he and Elizabeth had sadly been on their tour when the news of Reginald’s engagement and subsequent wedding hit the ton- it was good to see his friend again. Reginald was another of those Bingley-esque characters whose friendship to Darcy no one could quite puzzle out. Reginald was all that was amiable and outgoing, Darcy all reserve and stoicism. And yet theirs was a friendship that had endured since their university days.
“And I will, of course, do my duty and attempt to steal her away from you as often as possible.” Reginald replied, taking a sip of his whiskey, “Come, Darcy, let us sit down”
Darcy moved to follow him when he noticed a limp. He inquired after his friend’s health, slightly alarmed, but Reginald waved him away.
“Oh it is nothing. Claire and I were simply…. experimenting that is all”
That piqued Darcy’s interest. “Experimenting?”
Reginald motioned again for him to sit down and Darcy did, ordering a whiskey for himself and waiting for whatever it was his friend was bracing to say to him.
“D’you know,” Tollcross leaned in, “we were heading to bed one night when Claire showed me the most amazing thing…”
Hunsford Parsonage, Kent, Present
“Mrs Tollcross and I had the most enlightening conversation, I simply could not wait to surprise you with this.” she pointed to the pseudo-cock, “I dare say the Mayfair Woodsmith must be quite bewildered by all these anonymous requests of late”
If it was possible for a man to get hard twice in so many minutes, Darcy was sure he would have accomplished it with ease, for he felt such a potent stab of arousal swirling in his belly he was sure he would have climaxed on the spot had his body allowed it.
It had been but an idea, something he could not quite rid from his mind after his conversation with Reginald. Its ultimate manifestation, a fantasy whispered in the midst of ecstasy to arouse them both. She had been on top of him, both of them rapidly approaching completion when he had blurted it out. She had taken to the idea with delight. Wouldn’t it be lovely, Fitzwilliam? You already look so wonderful as you are under me now, but to be able to fuck you? To make you feel what I feel now- oh my dear, I would ruin you.
“Perhaps” he began thickly, “I find my thoughts still in disarray from today. Might I ask for your further assistance?”
Elizabeth smiled, placing the objects on the mattress and climbing atop him. They kissed passionately, tongue and teeth clashing.
“Can you get hard for me again?” She whispered, hand toying with his cock.
“Yes” he whispered back.
“Good”
Darcy’s soft cock twitched on his abdomen, but Elizabeth bewildered him once again by sliding down his body, ignoring his member completely in favour of kissing his hips and thighs. He sighed, letting himself relax into the sensations. Her hands pushed lightly on the inside of his thighs, encouraging him to spread them wide.
He trailed his eyes lazily over her form, unashamedly ogling her beautiful curves and her perfect, pearly skin. One hand was massaging the crease of his thigh, her other reaching across the mattress to gather the little vial near the foot of the bed. She opened it one handed, slathering a little ointment across her fingers.
“Relax” she shushed him when he tensed, and he obeyed, watching as she massaged the oily mixture on the insides of his thighs. Achingly slow, she creeped towards his centre, her fingers running over the familiar weight of his balls when she reached them.
Darcy shifted his hips forward, back slightly arched, and she gave his balls a light squeeze, making him gasp. Having orgasmed once already, they seemed much more tender than before, each little point of pressure fanning the flames in his belly.
Leaning down, Elizabeth gave his balls a kiss, her tongue running over the sensitive skin, making him whimper. So preoccupied by this was he, that he did not notice when a finger from her other hand circled his entrance, slick with ointment. Darcy tried to relax, focusing on the pleasure she was bringing him.
She was gentle, taking her time even more so than he usually did with her, checking in periodically to make sure he was alright. Darcy was not a man prone to emotion, particularly in the marriage bed, but Elizabeth’s tenderness made something constrict tight in his chest.
And suddenly she was in, and it was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Her finger, though warm, felt cold compared to the heat of his insides. He could feel every minute little movement, stretching him from the inside out. There was a very slight pressure there, culminating in something almost like an itch; he felt his cock rapidly come to life.
Elizabeth kept in that position for a while, frustratingly not moving, not giving him the friction that he needed- Darcy was more than aware this whole process required patience and time, but the hunger swirling in his belly and the tip of his cock clearly did not seem to get the message. The odd, urgent sensation inside him seemed to grow, until he was thrusting his hips back onto Elizabeth’s finger with a desperate moan.
“Ready for more?” She asked, laughing at his impatient answering thrust. She continued to mouth at his sac while her other hand went to retrieve the little vial, pouring more into the junction where her finger met his body- and my god, she was inside of him.
Again he felt pressure at his entrance, familiar enough with the sensation now to recognise it as a second finger moving to join her first. He felt the stretch acutely, wincing a little in discomfort before she eased off. Darcy relaxed as much as he could and encouraged her to try again, her finger making it in with a much smoother glide this time. He whined, her two fingers much more successful at creating that delicious friction he had seeked.
She went deeper, deeper, the pressure inside him built, seeming to concentrate on one pinpoint of pleasure until it hit- Darcy’s hips shot up off the bed and he let out a yell. His cock immediately rose from half mast to fully erect, throbbing and twitching along with his hips. Her fingers were pressing insistently on something inside him, and it lit his insides completely aflame. He could not keep still, twisting and moaning and Elizabeth was still there. Surely, one was not made to endure such ecstasy.
Finally, she eased off, withdrawing her fingers from whatever spot she had hit inside him and allowing him to draw in heaving, laboured breaths.
“What- I-“ he trailed off.
“Mrs Tollcross mentioned that too. Apparently a friend of hers is a physician and- well. I am glad I managed to find it”
Vaguely, Darcy thought he was going to invite Mr and Mrs Tollcross to dinner as soon as he could and make it the feast of his life. “Again, please”. He leaned his head back, eyes closed.
“Your wish is my command”
Her fingers plunged inside him again and he groaned. Her movements were much surer this time, assured that he was appropriately stretched and eager, and Darcy no longer cared to conceal his desperate twitching.
She found that spot inside of him again and Darcy choked on a gasp, head tilting to the side on the pillow. His cock jumped, sensitive and responsive to whatever Elizabeth was doing. She pressed and pressed until his cock began to leak. He whimpered, trying to catch his breath as her fingers began to move inside him, fucking him and hitting that special spot at different angles each time.
One particularly hard jab saw his hand flying to his mouth, attempting to muffle the noises flowing from him quite without his consent. Elizabeth’s free hand was on him immediately, moving his palm away from his face, brushing his sweat slicked hair back.
“I promised last week to make you come undone and I fully intend to follow through with it. Now, your cock seems to be begging me for some attention, shall I kiss it better, do you think?”
She punctuated this by twisting her fingers onto his sweet spot until he groaned. “Elizabeth, do not tease me”
“Who said anything about teasing?”
The last thing he saw was her smiling face before he felt the heat of her lips engulf his aching cock. Sensitised and overstimulated, he trembled as she ran her tongue along the ridge of his shaft, a third finger slithering in to stretch him further. He writhed in place- it was so much, too much, he was going to come, he was sure of it.
“El-Elizabeth, inside, get it inside”
He was almost disappointed when her mouth and fingers withdrew, even if it was at his request. She ran a soothing hand along his heaving abdomen before moving away completely to battle with the discarded tangle of cords and straps. He took the time to catch his breath, vaguely amused when he caught her cursing the damned thing in frustration.
Despite her complaints, she was soon once again before him, harness now attached to her pelvis. Besides the colour, it really did look very realistic, and the implication behind it made his cock ache all the fiercer. Elizabeth looked magnificent, all confidence and unashamed eagerness with a smile enough to rival Aphrodite herself. He licked his lips.
“Remind me to find a better way of storing our new toy in future” she said laughingly as she began to spread some of the lubricant on her false cock.
He allowed but a few seconds of this before tugging her towards him. “Duly noted. Now if you please…?”
She plunged into him immediately, no time wasted, and his mouth opened on a soundless gasp as he felt the shaft move inside him, going deeper than her fingers ever could. She paused there, hands bracing against his chest to let him adjust. Again he whined urgently, encouraging her to thrust, and she set a steady rhythm.
On every thrust in, she hit his sweet spot, making him clench on a high pitched noise, pulling the cock deeper inside him. She remained there a second, two, before pulling out almost all the way. He panted heavily between thrusts, hands reaching to squeeze at her waist.
Elizabeth increased her pace, hands moving down his torso to stroke his cock and balls, timing the movement of her hands with her thrusts. The rhythm she set was so fierce he felt himself moving up and down the bed, keeping his legs spread for her with not little effort. He arched his back, trapped between two overwhelming sensations. One hand jerked his shaft, the other massaging at his balls while her hips fucked him.
“Harder” he moaned.
Hips and hand sped up while the one at his balls squeezed.
“Elizabeth” he gasped.
Darcy writhed, throwing his head back as his swollen balls throbbed beneath her hands. He had rather meant for her to thrust faster, but seeing as how near electric jolts radiated from her tight grip straight to his cock, he encouraged that too. That all consuming heat began building again, in his groin, in his belly, and suddenly he was keenly aware of each place where she touched him. He tensed as her hands squeezed and released his tender balls and engulfed his twitching cock, the friction of her shaft rubbing against all the right places inside him adding to the insurmountable feeling.
He couldn’t catch his breath, legs spreading wider and back arching in anticipation. Even as he felt he was close he knew there was something different about it this time- the sensation was deeper, building almost from that place inside him that drove him to distraction. So close now, just a little more. His hands moved to Elizabeth’s breasts, massaging as he rode the edge of ecstasy.
Elizabeth released his balls to reach a hand and rub at her hooded clit, rhythm stuttering. The sight, the blood rushing back into his exposed balls, the slightly off kilter thrust hitting that place inside him dead on, and he was lost. Everything in him tensed one last time, motionless, pleasure overwhelming him while Elizabeth determinedly continued to thrust into him. He spilled onto his stomach with her fucking him through it, the stimulation just on the right side of too much. He whimpered as he came down from his high, cock jumping one last time from an accidentally perfectly aimed thrust from Elizabeth which milked the last of his release from him.
Glancing over at his wife, she was fairing no better. She had disengaged herself from the tangle of straps that constituted the strap-on arrangement, twitching with her own - third, sweet Jesus- release. Both of them were sweaty, bodies sticking to each other as he enveloped her in his arms. Only at the slight discomfort upon their shifting did he realise that the wooden cock was still inside him. Elizabeth laughed at the face he made and went to help him.
Together they sorted themselves out, foregoing an evening bath in favour of collapsing under the sheets together, limbs tangled and breaths mingling as they faced each other.
Darcy gazed at the face of his wife, features barely distinguishable in the darkness- they had just extinguished the candles in the room- yet so familiar to him. He pondered briefly on where he was almost two years ago, sitting alone in his room across the road and fantasising about having this very thing with Elizabeth. He had been a fool. Nothing he could ever have imagined could compare to this. He had arrogantly presumed to know her back then, but he knew better now. Despite knowing what kind of jam she prefers on her scones (raspberry) and what time precisely she goes on her walks (7:30, right before breaking her fast), and despite knowing that she is hopelessly untidy, he did not pretend to know even half of what made Elizabeth Darcy who she was. He could only hope to be so lucky as to spend the rest of his life finding out.
“Do you think,” he said later, fingers tracing a pattern across her back, “we would have married, had I not proposed?”
“I should think the beginning of any marriage would be with a proposal, Fitzwilliam”
“I meant to say my first proposal”
There was silence for some minutes while she considered a reply. Clearly she recognised this was not a spontaneous enquiry, but something that had weighed down on him for some time. Darcy almost thought she had fallen asleep when finally she spoke.
“I do not regret it”
“I cannot find it in myself to look upon it as you do. When I recall some of the things I said-“
“- we both said certain things not worth repeating, I’ll grant you” she interrupted, “but I think they were necessary. However misguided, it was the push each of us needed to reflect back on our behaviour. Perhaps we would have worked through it and ended up here eventually, but who is to say? Were I to live it all again I would not risk losing you for a simpler beginning.”
“Nor I” he kissed her, “although if I were to change one thing I should have liked to ingratiate myself with your mother a little earlier”
“My mother?!” She exclaimed, “but she adores you!”
“Indeed, had I made an effort two autumns ago, perhaps I could have convinced her to leave me alone with you as she does now, and then I could have assured you of my fervent regard”
She giggled groggily, “Fervent?”
“Most” he kissed her neck, “ardent” her breastbone, “passionate” her collarbone, “vehement love” he kissed right above where her heart was, keeping his lips there to assure himself of her heartbeat.
He felt her arms tighten around him “I love you, Fitzwilliam”
“Under this very roof where it all began, I promise you to do everything in my power to one day be worthy of that, my love”