9. Wearing a New Dress
Dinner passed quickly, and when Elizabeth ascended the stairs, she found her dress had arrived and was prepared. After a quick wash, she began the arduous task of allowing her maid to fasten her corset and gown. While she hated the task, she had to admit that her look was perfect. Her waist was slim. Her curves were voluptuous, and the gown more modest than some of the fashionable magazines insisted was the new rage. The color was perfect to highlight her skin and hair. Then her maid produced jewelry to match. Hairpins plenty enough to capture even her worst curl of hair. She was radiant. She felt armed and ready to face the selfish Ton.
Leaving her dressing room, she was surprised to not see her husband. She was certain he would wish for a kiss before leaving. She wondered briefly if she had delayed in the dressing room too long, but that could not be helped. Therefore, she calmly walked downstairs and found Fitzwilliam waiting for her in the front parlor. He looked her once over, but the darkening of his eyes was the only indication that he was pleased. He said not a word as he helped her into the carriage.
Elizabeth attempted conversations about the theater, but no topic could stir from her husband more than a single word in response. They arrived in due time, and Elizabeth began her introduction into high society. Being the summer, the lobby was thin. Most noblemen would be at their country estates at this time. Mr. Darcy had written to a few of his friends whom he knew to be in London, and they all appeared to meet Mrs. Darcy. Elizabeth's charm spread throughout the theater. While some had assumed her to be a gold digger, by the end of the evening, they were all charmed and delighted for Mr. Darcy. He could not have chosen better in their eyes. Mr. Darcy felt the same way.
The play turned out to be The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare. It contained enough laughter and silliness to engage Elizabeth's attention, although she shivered during the scenes where Petruchio refused to allow Katherina to eat or dress. Noticing her discomfort, Fitzwilliam took her hand and lightly kissed it. His tenderness soothed her spirits, and the scenes moved on quickly. At the end of the play, they remained in the lobby talking with a few friends. Fitzwilliam accepted a few dinner parties and a soiree to be held within the fortnight. Elizabeth was delighted to know that she would be part of such society. Everyone was friendly and welcoming.
During the ride home, Elizabeth peppered her husband for information about her new friends. She wanted to know the history of how he knew them. He had never thought about how much society would mean to her, and he began to dread that she would insist on his becoming likewise engaged in society. He obliged her on the ride, but as soon as they were inside their sitting room, he took control of their conversation with a deep and passionate kiss.
They did not disengage until both were breathless. "I have been wanting to do that ever since I saw you in the shop this morning. You must forgive my recklessness, my dear. You drive me completely wild."
Elizabeth's core melted at these words. She longed for him to kiss her again, but did not feel up to speaking the words aloud. Instead, she said, "I shall ring for my maid to attend me now."
She was not allowed to retreat. "No, I have already instructed your maid and my valet that we are to be left alone. The servants will have a bath prepared in your dressing room, and then retreat for the night. I shall be your maid." To further his cause, he stepped right behind her and took her waist into his grasp. "Tonight is for my fantasies, and I hope you like them."
"And if I don't?"
"Then I shall beg your forgiveness in the morning, my own shrew."
Elizabeth laughed despite her insecurity. "And what do your fantasies entail?"
"I would rather show you than tell you." He turned her around and pushed her against the wall, where he began to pepper her neck with kisses. As he moved lower, he pushed the gown aside. Stuck between the cold wall and his enormous heat was exhilarating. With just a few movements, he had his trousers loosened and her skirts pulled up. She was already wet for him, but he stroked her pearl with his manhood to inflame her passion further. When she moaned, he thrust completely inside of her. The heat overpowered her. She was lifted completely off the ground by his thrusts, and she could do naught but wrap her legs around his waist as he continued his attentions. He kissed her face repeatedly and whispered endearments between kisses. Her arousal grew with each thrust and it was not long before they climaxed together.
How he could continue to pin her to the wall after such a climax, Elizabeth could not understand. She felt dizzy and lightheaded. If he were to back away, she would fall to the floor in a heap. Thankfully, he continued to hold her for a few minutes while they calmed down. A knock on the door alerted them that their bath was ready. Instead of putting her down, he grasped her buttocks and carried her into the bathroom. Thankfully, his trousers had not dropped to his ankles, allowing him to walk freely. He deposited her on a chaise beside the bathtub which was filled almost to the brink, more than Elizabeth had ever thought reasonable. She felt pampered.
Fitzwilliam rose above her and slowly undressed. She watched as button by button, he exposed himself to her. When his trousers were pulled down and over his now bare feet, Elizabeth's breath hitched. He was magnificent, and his manhood was springing to life in front of her. When he was nude, he turned to her clothing. She turned to allow him to look at the hooks in the back. He was gentle, but some of the hooks tore apart all the same. He did not care. He could afford a hundred more dresses like this one. He wanted her nude before him now, before the water cooled too much. once the dress was lifted away, he began unfastening the corset. It was tight enough to cause troubles, but he deftly untied the offending garment. Her breasts sprang to life when they were released, and it was his own turn to be affected by the beauty before him. Once she was completely naked, he scooped her up and placed her into the tub. He joined her, causing the water to rise almost to the brim. He took a bar of soap and began calmly bathing her arms, moving lower as he completed each body part. He skipped her core when he reached her legs, but after putting the soap aside, he gave it the attention he thought it deserved.
The water had cooled, and it felt refreshing to Elizabeth's heated skin. She could not resist the feeling emanating from her core, nor did she want to. When she thought his attentions could not become more pronounced, he lifted her bottom out of the water and began to suckle her core. She relaxed her legs on his shoulders while holding onto the tub behind her for leverage. She climaxed with a passionate scream, and he was delighted to then lower her down onto his now completely recovered manhood. As he entered her, the water lapped around the edges, but neither could care about the water spilling. It would be cleaned up in the morning. Instead of thrusting into her, he pushed her up and down, using her buoyancy created by the water. With these movements, he allowed her neck and breasts to tease his mouth deliciously. After a few rushed thrusts, they climaxed together again. Utterly spent, they detached and leaned against the edge of the tub to recover. The water was cold now.
Climbing out of the water, Fitzwilliam toweled himself off before helping Elizabeth out. He rubbed her down gently, kissing her breasts in hopes of encouraging one last romp before they fell asleep. She responded with a yawn mixed with yearning. He guided her to her dressing table where he slowly brushed her half wet hair. They watched each other in the mirror while he brushed her. Elizabeth loved the way his muscles flexed in his arm. Fitzwilliam loved how her curves enticed him. When he could not delay any longer, he put the brush down and began searching for her nightgowns. He found the dark red nightgown and slipped it over her head.
Part of him regretted the action since her breasts were now covered, but he changed his mind as he watched her climb onto the bed on all fours. The night gown was not long enough to cover her bare bottom, and he could see everything. "Stop there, my love. We are not done yet."
Surprised, she began to sit down, but he rushed to the bed and stopped her bottom from lowering. "Stay up like this. Spread your legs apart." To encourage her, he climbed behind her and shifted his hand down to stroke her pearl. She willingly parted for him. He reached back to her thighs and slowly pushed into her. The bath had washed away much of her fluids, but it only increased his desire when he rubbed against her. To improve the angle, she leaned her head down onto her pillow. This allowed him to go even deeper with each thrust. He did not last long as he spent his seed inside her once more. With this climax, he was spent. He collapsed onto the covers beside her and she was able to take refuge under the covers. Neither woke during the night.
In the morning, Elizabeth woke to his amorous attentions to her breasts, and she allowed him to continue his ministrations as he moved to love her thoroughly. They made love slow and deliberately. Each thrust was calculated for the other's pleasure. Their climax was long drawn out, and they enjoyed laying side by side as they recovered their energy.
