Hello! Here it is! The first chapter of what we fanfiction consumers like to call the SMUTTY STUFF! I have edited this to keep in accordance with ffnet's rating system, but the full, sensual version is available on Amazon. The second part of this story is also now available there! Thank you so much for your kindness and support! I'll still be posting chapters on the regular!
Her husband had quite a talented tongue, Elizabeth was discovering. Contrary to her first introduction to Darcy's tongue at the Meryton ball, she found she quite enjoyed its antics now, upon much closer inspection.
Of course, if he had done at the Meryton ball what he was doing now, she might have slapped him. However, it was wholly appropriate now that they were married.
Her entire body had erupted in gooseflesh, despite being completely covered up by the bedclothes. Her hands, with which she'd once wondered what to do, were buried in her husband's curls, though in a quite different manner than she'd imagined in the carriage. They held him fast to her breast, where William was really making himself quite busy. It was all very pleasing, if Elizabeth did say so herself.
As the seconds ticked by, the space between her thighs ached all the more. She longed for something without knowing exactly what. It was fine, however; William seemed to know, and was hellbent on giving whatever it was to his wife without delay.
Her hips rocked up, seeking out their desires in the air and, unsurprisingly, finding nothing.
William was still rutting against her side, his attentions to her bosom never faltering, even though he seemed to be suffering from the same affliction as she.
He grunted his frustration against her breast, making her grip him all the more tightly against her. His curls were soft in her hands as she'd thought earlier, like silk between her fingers.
He only slowed his ministrations once, and that was to shift around in his current position. He rolled upon one side to drape himself across her. William's fingers trailed down from her breast. They danced over her belly, making her giggle before continuing down further still.
He released her breast, his lips popping softly as he did. Nuzzling his nose over the still pert peak, he murmured against her skin. "I would very much like to touch you now, Elizabeth."
"Aren't you touching me?" she asked, breathless as he continued the gentle torture with his nose. "It certainly feels that way."
"I'd very much like to touch you here…" His fingers hovered over the source of her warmth, his heat covering her skin and only making her ache all the more. "If I may?"
"Oh…"
"Oh? Would you mind, dear Elizabeth?" She could hear the smile in his tone, the gentle teasing that they gave one another.
She nodded. "I'd like that very much."
"Oh, good," he murmured, his hand softly covering her mound and gently squeezing. He touched her like this for a few moments, likely getting her used to the contact before he went further. He was still very much the gentleman with whom she'd fallen in love.
Before long, his fingers slipped inside her more fully.
He moaned softly against her skin, making her gasp.
William apologized immediately, pressing soothing kisses against the affected area, before moving up to her lips once more.
He moved his fingers down, causing her hips to rock forward as she chased his touch.
She was acting very much the wanton, but Lizzy found she didn't really care. Not with William. Not here, in their marriage bed.
"I want this to please you, Lizzy," he murmured. "I know it's supposed to hurt, but I don't want to hurt you ever, my darling."
"I'm sure eventually…" she replied, fully intending to continue on and ease her husband's worries. To soothe the fear that was making his brow furrow so intensely.
"Allow me to prepare you?" he pleaded. She nodded once and exhaled deeply as he slowly pressed one finger inside her.
She squealed, though not in mirth or joy. Her walls clamping down around his fingers as a painful jolt shot through her body.
He removed his hand immediately, shushing her and kissing her forehead. "It's alright, darling. I apologize."
Lizzy felt at a loss, how would William ever fit that… that part of him inside her if he couldn't even fit his finger?
Every married woman did this. Every single one. Why couldn't she?
"Don't fret, I have another idea," he assured her, moving up to lay beside her.
She was on the verge of asking him just what his idea was when she felt his fingertips brushing against her yet again. Her muscles tensed, but no further attempts at penetration were made.
She could hear him humming softly, the tip of his nose brushing against the shell of her ear. "Try to relax, Lizzy."
"William?" she asked, reaching down to tug his hand back up to her breasts once more. She wasn't able to grasp him, however, not when his fingertips began caressing her so very gently. His lips brushed against her earlobe, sending shivers of pleasure down her body. It was as if where his lips were and where his fingers pressed were somehow connected.
His wonderful fingers began to move in earnest. Each movement compounded the achingly pleasing sensation. She found herself moaning his name very often indeed.
The very action only served to spur him onward.
Elizabeth began to plead with him. "Please, please…" As before, she wasn't sure for what she was begging. Relief, perhaps?
She didn't want him to stop, but she didn't know what else she was to say, so she simply repeated her pleas over and over again.
It was not very long before she felt herself falling over the edge of something wonderful.
Her hands reached for him, closing over his forearm, holding him fast in place until she found herself quite undone.
He kept going, kept pleasuring her (because she knew now that this was what he meant by 'pleasing her'), until she could take no more. She pulled his hand away and panted out her exertion into the air.
His mouth found her skin once more, kissing down her jaw and making her skin tingle wherever he touched. His hair was mussed in an exceptionally thorough manner, looking utterly unkempt and unruly.
"Oh William…" she murmured, her face reddening as she realized just what had transpired. Her husband had brought her pleasure using only his hand. Using only two fingers! He'd stroked her body in a place she wasn't aware could bring such heights of sensation.
She was aware of some heights, of course. But having never experienced them for herself, Elizabeth found she was very impressed with her husband's skills. His skilled fingers. And his skilled tongue, which was currently hiding within his skilled mouth.
William smiled fondly, chuckling as he moved to lay beside her once more. His fingers trailed down her belly to cup her again.
She felt too almost too much sensation now in his touch, but the intrusion of one of his fingers no longer pained her as it once had.
"Was that pleasing to you, dear Elizabeth?" he asked.
"Yes, yes…" she replied, rocking her hips up to better meet his hand. With two fingers, he pressed in and out of her. Again, she expected at least a small amount of pain upon their entrance, but was amazed to discover that the sensation was, in fact, very good.
Jane had been correct, it did feel strange to have something inside her like this. She could only imagine how it would be once he was fully inside her.
William seemed to enjoy it when she moaned, so she relaxed a little more and let herself enjoy his attentions, trusting that he would not hurt her if he could help it at all.
She thought that perhaps she might be approaching the precipice once more, but her husband stopped when she was just shy of the edge, as he shifted his weight over her again.
William sat back on his knees before centering himself over her as he leaned down to kiss her lips.
She could feel the stiff evidence of his arousal as he pressed himself against her body. He deepened the kiss, moving to kneel between her legs.
Elizabeth wasn't quite sure what she should be doing with her legs, so she simply shifted them to accommodate his new position between them.
"Are you well?" he asked, his hands moving to grip her hips as he pulled her down the mattress towards him.
"Oh, I am very well, Fitzwilliam."
"I'm going to…" he trailed off, his cheeks reddening. "This might hurt a bit… I don't want to harm you, Elizabeth, so if you wish for me to stop, I will."
She shook her head, leaning up to kiss him once more, the excitement was too much for her to feel any fear now. "No, I don't wish for you to stop."
He shifted once more, rocking his hips into hers.
"You're so warm, Elizabeth," he murmured. "So very warm."
Unsure of how to answer him, she simply laid back among the pillows. Her breath rasped out every time he prodded into her already sensitive parts. Her gasps grew louder when he entered her.
There was a slight stinging. Not enough to cause her alarm, however.
She reached up, tangling her hands in his hair once again as he moved forward slightly. The more he entered her, the more potent the sting was, to the point where tears pricked her eyes. By the time that had happened,however, he was already seated fully inside her. It really was not as bad as she'd feared.
He kissed her forehead, her lips, her cheeks. "Are you still well, my darling?"
"I am," she replied, bracing herself for more pain as he pulled back. She was surprised to find that the stinging had actually subsided.
He took his pleasure in such a way that Lizzy was quite enthralled. His eyes remained locked with hers, his arms bracketed her head. His hair, now quite mussed, was falling across his forehead with every movement.
He stilled, a sharp movement below the blanket signified the end of his ministrations.
"My apologies, I…" William's arms were shaking as he pushed himself up into a seated position. "I..."
"No apologies necessary..." she murmured, reaching up to run her hand along his forearm.
The smile that shone through on his face could end a long winter. It soon became another of Lizzy's favorites.
She inhaled deeply, relaxing back against the pillows for a long moment.
He slid down into the sheets beside her after he had sufficiently cleaned up. Lizzy took the time to glance down at the sheets beneath her, finding not a red stain like she'd been expecting, but merely one which was pinkish with a bit of red towards the center.
"I was expecting there to be more blood," she mused to herself, and she supposed, to her husband.
"Would you rather if I'd ravished you the second we retired?" he teased. "If I had not taken my time with you, I expect there would have been more."
"Not at all. I preferred the things you did very much."
"I am very glad to hear it," he replied, rolling closer to her and wrapping her up in his arms. "I preferred them as well."
"You certainly did," Lizzy replied, turning to kiss the tip of his nose. "I daresay you liked them more than I. Except I fail to see how that would be possible."
"I enjoy your reactions," he said. "Sometimes more than I enjoy my own. So you are not wrong, dear wife."
"And I was all nervousness. Thinking that I must submit to you and your pleasures… that my body now belongs to you."
"If anything, Elizabeth - dear, sweet, beautiful Elizabeth - it is I who belong to you. You may use me as you desire, for all I want is to hear my name upon your lips… in varying degrees of excitement."
"William," she murmured, low and quite breathlessly. "You shall hear it often, I daresay."
"I should hope so," he whispered. "I do love you, darling wife. I only want happiness for you. To be the cause of that happiness is my dearest wish."
Elizabeth smiled. "It is my duty as your wife to make certain of the fruition of all of your dearest wishes, so I am really quite bound, am I not?"
His answering smile made her feel quite warm indeed. "Just so long as this duty of which you speak is one of love, I fear I cannot complain about it."
"I love you with all my heart, you dear man."
Fitzwilliam kissed her then, a languid sort of gesture, one which lulled rather than stoked a flame. She had not realized how truly exhausted she was until that moment.
What with the wedding, the reception, the meals, and not to mention their nighttime escapades, Elizabeth found it rather difficult to keep her eyes open a second longer.
Her husband pulled her into his arms and she rested her head upon his shoulder, hoping that indeed, every night would be as happily exhausting.
